(SPECIAL) Lovely Obsession

Never Asked of Him

( SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ THE ENDING
FIRST AND LAST SNIPPETS TAKE PLACE AFTER THE END, SO IF NOT READ, DON'T READ
TW: RAPE, SEXUAL HARASSMENT )


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SOPHIE

Back with those tiring interviews after I escaped captivity, of course, many questions were shot at me. They all made me uncomfortable, all of them, though there was still a top ranking that even now in adulthood, I cringe at.

Even the top rank is pretty long and painful for me to go through, so I'll just list one here.

Did Pedersen really rape you?

I honest to God have no idea where they came to that conclusion. They made it sound like they heard it from other sources, but I never stated that, not once ever. Just unwanted hugs and kisses, that's it. To reiterate, his kisses only got full out intrusive twice. First time, he understood me pushing away and apologized. Second time, well, he was in a bad state. Still, the second that question would come out, I wanted nothing more than to order them to leave.

Looking back on those weeks of captivity, that fear always crossed my mind, but I never really lingered on it for long. I mean, we were both teenagers, he locked me up, drugged me, said he loved me, always gave me close unwanted contact. I was scared.

Still, it didn't take me long to come to the conclusion that Blake was... I still don't know how to exactly put it. Childish? I guess. Looking back, he never once insinuated that we were a couple or to get married of the sorts, not really.

With the knowledge of him being my stalker for years, another idea popped into my head: He's seen me... Like... That...Hasn't he? Thank God, I never saw pictures of that, and the answer I got was very vague. Still, it sent me to near tears, the very idea of a guy seeing me like that.

All of this ran through my head yet again as I was getting ready to head home for the weekend, but had to take my usual stop when I was near. If he was okay, I'd elaborate more.

I never thought sleep would become so overrated to me, but it was. After doing it all as I could in this cramped place, that was really all I was able.

I think it was a Monday when I felt the weight sitting atop of me. Of course, the senstation slowly stirred me from my dreamland, and I was still shaing a bit, feeling the heated up, swimmy sensation already.

"Sophie?" Hearing Blake's voice, I beleievd he must've appeared in my vanishing dream. It was Monday, afterall, and I never usually overslept that much, even if I was sick.

Feeling the tensity in my chest at the sound of it, I winced as the colors in front of me began to blur around more. I jumped in confusion when I felt brushes against my cheeks, trailing back to my hair.

"You awake?" Now, the voice was becoming more solid. Squinting, my eyes began to open themselves up slowly, and it was then that I got ahold of most of my senses. It was noticeable the second I woke up, the weight atop of me, but it really heavied when I began fully gaining control. "Oh, you're waking up... Sorry, but I really need to check on you now, I was getting worried." It was definitely him here with me.

My eyes focused, and that's when my heart leapt up to my scratchy throat. Blake was sitting right on top of my stomach, hunched over as to cup my head in his hands. I didn't really think much when I saw and sensed that - him sitting on me, but I acted on immediate instinct.

It was difficult to raise my knee up. One, his weight. Two, my sickness and general depressed lethargy. Still, I managed to do it, and he recoiled instantly. He bit back a scream from the pain and shock, and as soon as his weight lifted, I jumped up in a sit, going panicked as well.

When he moved back on the floor against the counter, dropping a filled glass that he probably left for me, I took more time to get up and squeeze myself against the wall in horrified shock.

My mind was in a blurred frenzy, but when I saw those dilated eyes pierce right on me with his hand moving to his pocket, I was only able to cry out, still pushing myself as far back into the wall as I was able, "D-Don't do that!"

He froze, one hand still in his pocket as the other grasped tightly onto his stomach. Eyes narrowing, he tilted his head, voice coming out a bit raspy, "What?"

"D-Do-Don't!" I was still hypertentivaling. Clutching at my chest, I hung my head, trying to compose myself, and quite clearly failing. "D-Don't g-get close like that! E-Ever!"

He keeps the same face, giving me waves of anger, "What do you mean?"

It felt like torture. He was going to make me say it? He had to have known what was so wrong. "D-Do not..." Hugginy myself then, I shrank lower, "Don't get on t-top of me that th-that..."

"... What?" This crazy lunatic. He groans a bit, fighting to stand up and come over to the bed, and I only scoot more to the side. "I don't... I don't understand." Bastard doesn't understand anything.

"I don't want you getting on top of me like that." I struggled like hell to say it without a stutter, but it still came out hoarse. His weight fully settled out in front of me, and yet again, there was a long pause before he seemed to piece... Something... Together. Not what I was implying, and I didn't mind all that much.

"Oh, gosh." He sighs, and I close my eyes as he moves over closer. I kept trying to keep my back against the wall, but he still grips onto my sides to pull me closer to him, allowing him to fully wrap his arms behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder. I keep my eyes closed, shaking with a fast beating heart. These hugs of his have become quite tedious. "Sorry. You're sick and smaller than me... I should have remembered, I'm sorry for hurting you."

And then, puzzles slowly pieced in my mind as well. But more accurate than his, I was willing to bet on. Still, there was some missing pieces that would later be found.



"Do... Do you... Do you want to take a bath?"

His words startled me. Dropping the book that I was hardly even reading, I sat up, narrowing eyes darting to him instantly.