DON'T CHEAT ON ME!

CHAPTER 24: Patrcia's Hell

Patricia's POV:

"Patricia, you're my whole world. I won't leave you. I won't let you go. I love you so much."

Jordan's voice echoed in my ears, steady and calm, yet it carried a weight that made my stomach churn. His words might have once been comforting, but now they were suffocating, like a chain tightening around my neck with each syllable.

I tried to smile, to play along, but the chill that ran down my spine betrayed me. His eyes, dark and unblinking, pinned me in place. There was something in them-something unhinged, feral. I could feel it, the storm beneath his calm demeanor, waiting to tear me apart if I made the wrong move.

Each day felt like a game I didn't know the rules to. Jordan was always one step ahead, always watching, always knowing. His sweet words and loving gestures weren't comfort-they were traps. Every touch felt like a shackle, every kiss a lock.

"I need to get out of here... before it's too late."

The words slipped from my lips in a whisper, barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms, trying to ground myself. The thought of escaping felt like a fleeting dream, something just out of reach.

But how could I escape someone like him? Someone who anticipated my every move, who knew my fears, my weaknesses, my secrets?

"No one can escape my love, Patricia."

He said, his voice calm but chilling, like the whisper of death itself.

"No one can come between us. Because no matter where you go, I'll find you... and once I do, you'll never escape. No way out."

I didn't cry when he said those words. I couldn't. The tears had dried up an hour ago, replaced by an ever-present numbness that wrapped around me like a second skin. But deep inside, fear clawed at me, desperate and wild.

Each night grew darker, each word he spoke sharper, cutting deeper into my soul. I started to question my sanity. Was I imagining it? Was he really as dangerous as he seemed? Or was I just overreacting?

But then came the nights when I heard him talking to himself, muttering words I couldn't understand. I saw the way he looked at me, not with love, but with possession, as if I were a prize he had won, a thing to be kept and controlled.

"I can't live with someone as crazy as Jordan anymore."

I whispered to myself one night, my voice trembling.

"I want out. I need to get away from him."

But I couldn't.

Jordan made sure of that.

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I don't know when the nightmare reached its peak. Maybe it was when I woke up to find him standing over me, watching me sleep, his face eerily calm. Or maybe it was when he started locking the doors, taking my phone, cutting me off from the outside world.

But tonight... tonight was like hell.

"Patricia.."