Obsession's Embrace

All You've Got

The doorbell rang twenty minutes ago. As soon as I got inside I bolted up the stairs. It's new territory for me, I haven't been up here yet. Then again, I haven't seen much of the house aside from the bedroom, the kitchen, and the dungeon.

Now I'm hiding in the attic. I was careful to pull the ladder back up and shut the door softly behind me. I was halfway up the ladder when Electra rang the doorbell, signaling that the hunt for me has begun.

The attic is mostly full of old trinkets and dusty treasures that I assume belong to Electra's parents. I tiptoed my way to the very back corner and hid behind an old dusty sheet covering a tall mirror.

The silence is deafening. It's fucking cold up here. And the old treasures might be making my fucking skin crawl. It doesn't matter, though. I won't quit. I won't give away my hiding spot. She's not going to find me. There's no-

Is that a bouncy ball?

My ears go on high alert and strain to hear the sound of a ball bouncing slowly across a floor below me. The sound gets closer. Almost as if the ball is being tossed down, then caught, tossed down, then caught.

Bounce

Silence.

Bounce

Silence.

My heart hammers in my chest. Either the house is fucking haunted, and I'm about to meet my maker, or Electra knows exactly where the fuck I am and is toying with me.

I settle on the latter, but stay put out of hope I'm wrong on both accounts. I would rather not die today, and I hope Electra hasn't found me. Checking my watch, I have three minutes to go before I win the game.

Three minutes and Electra is mine to toy with.

The smile on my face immediately drops when I hear humming right below me. I slowly look down, as if I can see her looking up through the floor of the attic. When suddenly the ball hits the ceiling beneath me, I scream.

I fucking scream.

The attic door opens and the ladder is pulled down.

"Found you, babygirl," she says, "why don't you come out and play."

Groaning, I climb out of my hiding spot and stomp over to the door. I stand over it, cross my arms, put all my weight on one hip, and glare down at her.

"You knew the whole fucking time, didn't you?" I ask.

She smirks up at me and winks.

"I knew where you were going before you did," Electra replies.

I roll my eyes and look back down to see Electra's eyes darken, and her smirk turns sinister. I don't fucking care at this point.

"That's what you said that day in the woods, too. There's no point in playing if you won't play fair," I say, borderline whining.

"It's not my fault you chose a predictable spot, Rhea," Electra raises an eyebrow.

She's clearly not enjoying my attitude. But I clearly don't give a fuck.

"You're such a piece of work," my mouth moves before my brain thinks, "fuck you."

"Get your ass down here, Rhea."

Her voice is void of all playfulness. Now it's full of anger and frustration.

"Or what? You'll come up here and spank me?" I push.

Judging by the war raging in her eyes, and the twitch of her jaw, I can tell she's thinking about it.

"I might," she threatens.