Obsession's Embrace

Triple E

Tuesday. I'm so sore. Electra damn near broke me. Then when I pressed about her being wet for me she pinned me face first against the shower wall, halfway through the aftercare she was giving me, and fucked me again.

I know this is wrong. I shouldn't be having this much fun. Not when the fear of the unknown has settled permanently in my stomach.

Not knowing what Electra really wants from me is driving me crazy. Does she just want to use my body for her own pleasure? That doesn't make sense, I've only pleased her a couple of times. Does she just want to have control over me? Maybe. But she hasn't actually hurt me for disobeying her. Not harmfully.

So what does she want?

To use you for fun until she doesn't find you fun anymore so she bloody kills you, probably.

The thought makes the fear rise from my stomach to my head. I turn my head to the right in bed and watch Electra sleep. She looks...vulnerable. Peaceful. Normal.

But she's not. She's not vulnerable or normal. Peaceful, maybe, knowing she's wrapped me around her fucking finger and has me caught between a bloody rock and a hard place.

I can't call the cops. What would I say? I've had a stalker for months that has never threatened to harm or kill me but rather fucks me when I piss her off? That she said she'd stop if I said to, but I never tell her to stop and instead egg her on, knowing she'll punish me?

Yeah. They'd either lock me in a psych ward and arrest Electra, or they'd arrest me for wasting their time. Maybe this is all part of her plan. She's making it to where I can't ask for help without seeming crazy.

That way she can do whatever she wants with me and her name will never come up. Because to the police, and to everyone else I know, Electra doesn't exist.

What if Electra isn't even her name? I don't know anything about her. Not a damn thing besides being at a haunted ass looking house she supposedly grew up in far away from here.

Jesus. How long has she really been watching me?

"Rhea? Hey, deep breath," Electra interrupts my thoughts.

It isn't until I hear her voice that I realize I'm panicking. Anxiety flooding my veins and fueling the short and quick breaths coming from me. The tears flowing from my eyes.

Electra reaches out to touch me and I scoot away. Shaking my head as I stand from the bed. She raises an eyebrow and stands as well. Staring at me from the opposite side.

"Leave," I whisper weakly.

"I'm not going anywhere with you like this," she replies coolly.

"Get out!" I scream and throw a pillow at her.

Electra catches it easily and sets it down.

"You're dropping again. Tell me what's in your head," she says.

"Get out of my fucking house!" I push again.

Electra walks around the bed while I fight with the collar around my neck. It's choking me. Fucking choking me.

When I feel her hands on my neck I freeze and whimper. I can't do this. Not now. My eyes squeeze shut as I'm about to say my safe word. Praying that she listens to it again.

Then the collar falls from my neck into my hands. I open my eyes and look down at it, panting softly. Feeling the air on my neck again lets me breathe.

I'm about to finally speak when I hear the front door click shut. My dogs scurrying up the stairs and scratching on the bedroom door. I turn, and Electra is gone.

I look towards my window when I hear the roaring of a motorcycle. Walking to it, I open the curtains and look out. It's barely light out. Still mostly dark from it being so early in the morning.

Electra is sitting on her bike, helmet on, visor down, revving it. She shivers in the cold wearing her tank top and I look towards the chair by my bedroom door. Her leather jacket is still there.

Looking back to the window, I bite my lip. Then I speak to her. Knowing she'll hear me.

"Electra," I say softly, weakly.

Her head lifts, but she doesn't turn it.

"Is that your real name?" I ask.

A full minute passes by. She slowly turns her head towards me. Even though I can't see her eyes through the visor, I know she's looking at me.

She nods slowly.

"What is your full name?" I dare to question.

Another full minute passes by. This time of her staring at me. Then she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out her phone. She stares at me for a second longer before looking down to type.

My phone buzzes and I nearly jump. I peel my gaze off her to walk to my nightstand for it. When I hear the motorcycle take off, I snatch my phone and rush back to the window.

She's gone.

Frowning, I look down at my phone. And my heart drops.

Unknown: Electra Elise Emerson. My parents thought Triple E was a cool nickname when I was a kid. Google me if you want. But don't look at me different when you find out who I am.