Obsession || Brendon Urie

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*Flashback*

The halls were dark and the air was full of sweat and blood.

My hands were cuffed behind my back as I was led down the main corridor and into a small guarded cell.

As I'm forcefully thrown inside, my body is thrown against the wall and I slide down to the ground.

I guess that's how they have to treat sick people like me.

I get up, wipe myself off and flop down onto the prison bed... Not a good idea. The bed was really thin and I hit my head on the headboard.

As I sit up and rub the back of my head I hear voices outside of my cell.

"You! Over here, now!" An armed officer shouts over to me.

I walk over to him and wrap my hands around the thick bars and rest my chin upon them.

My eyes meet upon this beautiful young girl who's eyes somehow seemed to shine in this dark hallway. Her eyes meet with mine and she looks at me with a freighted look then looks back down at her feet.

Am I scaring this poor girl?

"This is Eliza, she will be your guidance counselor for the next couple of months." The officer states.

I don't need a damn guidance counselor. I only just got here.

"I don't need a fucking little girl, to boss me around!" I say coldly narrowing my eyes at her.

She swallows the lump in her throat and looks away.

The officer opens up my cell as I step back. He lets Eliza step inside them closes it once again.

"You have 15 minutes." He says then walks off.

I take a seat over at the table in the corner of the cell. After a couple of seconds, I gesture over to the chair on the other side for Eliza to sit.

She frantically scurries over to it and sits down placing her hands on the desk. I lean back in my chair and smirk, knowing this girl was terrified of me. I've done my job.

"So... Eliza." I stare intensely at her. "Tell me about yourself. How old are you?"

She slightly parts her mouth and looks up, looking around the cell trying to avoid eye contact.

"Hello? Do you talk?" I wave my hand in her face.

"I- I um, Im 16." She says nervously.

I smirk and look down at her top, licking my lips. I noticed that she had on a camo lace cover up and a white tank top just perfectly exposing her beautiful breasts.

I took time to notice how her beautiful brown skin looked so smooth. So smooth that I would melt if I touched it. She looked so fragile.

Her hair perfectly curled and placed on her shoulders evenly.

Damn, she's sixteen, and looks like that. What a shame, I want to feel her so badly.

She squirms around in her seat uncomfortably and plays with the ends of her hair.

"Are you okay, sweetheart," I smirk.

"Yeah, it's just... Can you stop staring at me like that. It makes me really uncomfortable." She says growing a little more confidence.

I laugh coldly.

"So you do talk." I cross my arms and she just sits there looking down.

She was beautiful.

"15 minutes are up. Eliza come out!" The once officer commands.

Eliza stands up and walks out. And the cell door closes.

I hold onto the bars of my cell and whisper into the girls ear

"It's not over yet princess, I'll be waiting next week." I say emphasizing the word 'princess'

She walks off with wide eyes and doesn't say a word.

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