Beautiful Obsession --kth. story

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She couldn't remember how she got there, her body seated on what seemed like a wooden chair. Her wrists tied up to her back, her ankles going through the same treatment.

 Her eyes had difficulty focusing, just as much as her mind had difficulty figuring out what had happened. The only thing coming to mind being the sharp sting traveling from her neck and throughout her whole body.

But that's not the only thing that she could recall, how could she forget the picture.

The one which she had last seen before blacking out, the picture she had so many questions for.

"Awake?"

The low familiar voice echoed through the unknown room, forcing her eyes to focus on the lean figure standing across from her.

He was leaning on the wall at the far end of the room, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes pierced through her head.

He didn't look angry, nor did he look irritated. He just seemed, neutral.

"Took you long enough."

He unfolded his arms as he strolled towards her, his head tilted to the back with a smug look on.

She looked at him with careful eyes, hands balling into tight fists as she awaited some type of hit from the boys part.

"Do you remember what I had told you when you first came here?" He asked, leaning down so that his hands were now resting on her thighs, his face inches from hers as he awaited an answer.

He squeezed lightly at the flesh, head tilting to the side as a small pout covered his lips.

"How could you forget?" He gasped, seeming completely hurt by the girls clueless look. His fingers digging a little more into the tender skin.

"Be good to me and I'll be good to you." He quoted, not taking long for his expression to change, turning into a cold stare as he tilted his head the other way.

Her head was throbbing, from both the fall she had been victim of the day before, and the unknown liquid that had seeped through her body a few hours ago.

She couldn't, she didn't want to answer.

"What happened to her?" Her voice came out low, but loud enough for him to hear. She couldn't get it off her mind and she wanted the answer, secretly praying that it wasn't what she thought it was.

"Oh her?" He chuckled, standing back up straight. Herself slightly taken aback by the sudden change of expression.

"Why should I tell you hm?" He quirked an eyebrow as he eyed her naked looking legs.

"She was bad, the definition of nasty. Not able to keep her eyes to herself." She looked attentively at the boy before her, seeing how his expression changed, almost as if hurt by the mention of it.

He looked at the ground for a few seconds, as if searching for something deep within his mind.

His eyebrows knitted tightly together, hands balling into fists.

"Why do you always do that?"

He blurted out, low and husky as he kept his eyes directed to the grey tiled floor.

She looked at him with a confused look, fidgeting slightly in her uncomfortable seat as she started to regret her unfiltered question. His eyes meeting with hers, not wasting a second as he started walking towards her, expression hard and cold.

She closed her eyes as she turned her head to the side, anticipating a hit or two, but nothing came. She slowly peeked, feeling his hot breath on her cheek as he leaned her chair back. His eyes boring holes through the side of her face.

"I didn't do-"

"Shut up!"

She flinched, her breath getting stuck in her throat.

He was so close, feeling him tilting the chair and ready to drop it at any given moment. She didn't want to cry, and she wouldn't. But the lump in the throat was getting closer and closer as she locked eyes with him.

"I'm sorry."

She whispered, not able to avoid his eyes as they neared her, as if getting closer than he could already be.

"Good girl." 

He brought the chair back to it's four legs as he crouched down before her, a small smile finding its way back to his lips.

"Ah... here, let's make a deal."