Obsessed

Chapter 38: Shameless

Charlie

Unknown Area: August 3rd, 2022 11:35 PM

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I fell on the ground on all fours. I grunted, dropping my head down. All my wet hair strands fell forward, blocking my view. My chest and abdomen squeezed tightly. I could barely breathe.

He pushed his foot on my back, pulling the strings of my corset tighter.

I closed an eye, feeling my arms and legs tremble as I held myself up. He pushed harder, taking his time. I was sure he was looking lower than my back, beneath the skirt I wore. I ignored it, already having accepted my fate. He already saw everything he possibly could have. It didn't matter what that pervert tried to see anymore.

It felt so nice to finally be showered at least. I finally smelled nice. I could smell the soap from my body even in the smoke of cigarettes and the stench of alcohol. It had a beautiful mint scent.

I was fresh, but it didn't feel like it. I was mentally exhausted. What was worse was the way Morro had paused all of a sudden. It made me anxious, like he was going to do something again.

"Mmh." He let go.

I jolted forward.

I grunted, pushing myself onto my knees. I sat on the ground, my back facing him.

"I could go on all night, but I got priorities, y'know?"

I stared at the ground, blinking the tears away. I didn't underestimate him. He wasn't joking when he said that. He could go on for eternity if there was nothing else more important than me in his pathetic life. I could only imagine the terrifying feeling of what it would be like to go on forever. My legs still hurt. It even stung in some places it shouldn't have been. It hurt very deep inside of me. I touched my knees together in discomfort, wincing softly at moving.

It was going to be over soon. I had to endure only a bit more. I had to do it to see Cole.

My thoughts diverted, thinking of him. I began to realize I hadn't experienced enough pain to be able to compare myself to Cole. His tortures were far worse than mine and even then too, he was suffering from mental agony. That was always worse than physical pain. I couldn't call myself strong. I had to work harder to reach his level. He may have come off as a coward but he had more potential than a dozen of me's.

I rolled my eyes to my right, seeing the papers with his information laying on the ground. His profile picture looked dark, his teeth from his smile seeming red under the LEDs.

"Get up."

I flinched, hearing Morro's deep voice.

I stayed silent, putting my palms on the ground again to push myself up. I stood up, making a face as I felt extreme pain in between my legs. I pulled my hands to myself to look at them reddened. Suddenly, Morro grabbed me by my waist, pulling me in front of the mirror.

I gasped. I hit his shoulder, getting tucked into his arm. His plaid shirt hugged around me too. I gently pushed away from him, looking at myself in the mirror. It was shattered, but I was still able to see parts of my attire clearly.

I got goosebumps on my arms and back, but I didn't move. I looked at myself, analyzing the clothing that finally covered my body. It was revealing, but I was relieved it covered my privates. I wore a full cup corset, blood red in colour. It was strapless. Its outline around my chest was ruffle. It had ribbons criss crossing through the middle of my entire chest, a bow tied at the front with the same silky ribbon. I also wore a box-pleated skirt, its waist line over the corset. It was also in red. There were small stars imprinted on it in glitter. The cloth was soft and silky. The only problem was its length; it only reached my thighs mid way. If I moved around too much, I could see my panties, which were attached to the corset I wore.