His sinful Obsession

Madness

Huff... huff... Her breaths came ragged, tearing through the silence. Every step on the dried leaves cracked like thunder in the suffocating dark.

"Ugh..." Her sobs caught in her throat, eyes blurry, chest burning. "Jesus..."

Then ...an arm.
Steel wrapping around her waist. A gasp died in her mouth as her body lifted off the ground in one swift, merciless pull.

"How far did you think you could run before I found you, mi nena?
You always lead me straight back to you."
His voice brushed her ear, low and cruelly calm.
"Let me go... please,"
she whispered, trembling.

"Oh, how can I?"
he murmured, his breath cold against her neck.
"I don't want this," she managed.
"Bold of you..." he said, tightening his grip, "... to think there's an option."

Her resistance faltered, tears spilling over her hands as she covered her face.
A harsh sound escaped him , somewhere between a sigh and a growl, before he set her down.

Then came the shove.
Desperate.
Unexpectedly. .

"I don't want to sleep with you!" Her voice cracked through the forest, echoing like a confession.

He caught her wrist before she could stumble away. The next moment his fingers gripped her jaw, forcing her gaze to meet his. Her blue eyes ... wide, terrified, too bright under the moonlight, burned through him.

"Mi nena," he breathed, his lips grazing her skin, "don't test my patience. You wouldn't like what happens when you do."

"You're wrong. You're—"

Her breath came in shallow bursts, chest heaving against the night air. The forest was silent except for the frantic sound of her heart and the rustle of dry leaves beneath Rafael's boots.

"Careful," he murmured, cutting through her protests, his hand closing around her wrist, not rough, but final.
"Every word you say either saves you or ruins you."
Frida struggled, her voice shaking. "You can't decide that!"
"I already have."

His tone was too calm, too certain, and it chilled her more than a scream ever could.

Her eyes darted toward the darkness between the trees.
"You can't keep me here. I'll scream—"
Rafael's lips curved, the shadow of a smile that never reached his eyes.
"Then scream. Let the forest learn your name the way I have ..on my tongue, with reverence and ruin."
"You're sick,"
she hissed, trying to twist away, but his hand only tightened, pulling her closer until the warmth of his breath brushed her cheek.

"Maybe," he whispered, voice soft enough to almost sound tender.
"But tell me, mi nena, if I'm the sickness, why does your body still tremble when I whisper your name?"

Her throat tightened. "Because I'm afraid."

He hummed lowly, like he found her fear beautiful. "Good," he said.
"Fear remembers what love forgets."

Her eyes met his ; defiant, wet, furious. "You won't make me agree."

Rafael's gaze darkened. He leaned in until their foreheads almost touched.
"Let's see," he murmured.

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Frida woke up in Rafael's mansion the next day. She's quiet, pale, her mind fogged by memories she couldn't fully place. Rafael wasn't there. She looked out the window at the sunrise.

Two weeks. 

That's all it took for the world to twist itself into something unrecognizable. Two weeks ago, she still believed monsters lived outside walls.