The Heartthrob's Dark Obsession

Chapter 25

Chapter 25:

March 10, 1981

Martha stood in the kitchenette following the recipes that William had left for her. He'd bought her everything that she would need to make him his favorite dinner and a cake. The only thing left for the cake was to frost it and set in the candles.

As for his dinner she messed up her timing. It was going to be done later than he wanted. He wanted it done when he got in, but she didn't know what she was doing and the roast went into the oven thirty minutes late.

She boosted the heat. Hopefully he wouldn't notice her mistake. Martha went to take a quick shower before William got home. She pulled out his favorite dress. Hopefully that would ingratiate her to him. She went to the loo and turned the water as warm as she could take it. It was scalding hot and it felt so bloody good.

She needed to look pretty for him. Or more so he wanted her to look a very specific way. In an ideal world she'd get to dress how she wanted. She hated the dresses and heels he made her wear.

Martha walked out of the shower and looked at her body in the mirror. Her right eye was black and blue, a cut along the bridge of her nose. The other day he punched her in the face because she yelled at him. "If you would just obey me I wouldn't have to hurt you." Every time he hurt her that's what he said.

Her neck was marked with so many fingerprints she couldn't understand how she was still alive. William loved it when she would writhe under him while he assaulted her. Martha hated it. She'd scratch at his hands and face trying to stop him so she could breathe.

Meanwhile, she could see every vein in her pale skin. Almost a year without direct sunlight would do that. She just wanted to feel the sun on her face or even the rain at this point. This wasn't a life worth living.

She opened the medicine cabinet and got out her makeup. William hated seeing the evidence of his own handiwork. So she would painstakingly cover the marks he left on her. Some mornings he'd even wake her up to cover anything that had worn off in the middle of the night.

She hated William. She hated him with a passion, but if she didn't follow his rules everything was worse. And beyond him she had no one else to talk with. As much as she hated him, he was her only source of entertainment. Him and the books he bought her.

Martha tossed on her dress and checked on the roast. It looked good. She basted it and lowered the temperature a little. She then took a crack at the cake. She pulled out the ingredients for buttercream. She tasted it as she went along. It was good. She slowly spread it onto the cake, trying her hardest to make everything look good.

As the minutes ticked, by she waited for William to return. He was usually incredibly punctual. Her eyes flashed to the clock. He was late. He was never late. What if he didn't come back? Would she die up here?

Martha paced around and checked on the roast, lowering the temperature even further. Finally, the door burst open. William was dragging something in.

"You're late," Martha said softly. "I was worried something happened to you, sir."

William turned around and smiled. He pressed a kiss to her lips. "Mmm, I'm glad to see you missed me. I just had an errand to run."

"It's okay. Happy birthday, sir. I made your favorite pot roast and an angel food cake." She hoped she'd done a good job. She wasn't really a cook.

"Thank you, darling. You are such a good girl." Martha felt a muscle in her face twitch. She was trying so hard not to cringe. She wasn't a dog, she shouldn't be called a good girl.