Beautiful Obsession --kth. story

Eyes

She looked at the boy before her, uncertainty written all over her face, her hands still clenched in tight fists as if it could help in this situation.

"So? What'd you think?"

He looked carefully at the confused girl before him, a small smirk of amusement forming on his plump lips as he awaited an answer.

"I'm not asking much here (y/n), it could be worst."

He shrugged, rolling his eyes as he started to grow impatient.

"I can't do that."

She frowned her eyes searching around the room.

"Y-you can't ask me to do that." Her voice was shaking, matching her body. 

He rolled his head back, a long sigh of exasperation leaving his lips. 

"I'll let you free."

His words echoed through the room, playing in repeat inside her head as she finally looked back at him.

"You'll let me go?" She repeated, the whole thing seeming a little too easy. But she could see the sincerity he was holding in his eyes as he looked back down.

"I always hold my promises." His usual amused smirk tinted his lips once more. "I wouldn't lie to you." He approached her, arms wrapping around her as he started undoing the knots of her restraints.

"I'll let you free around the place, you won't have to stay in your room."

The ropes fell to the ground with a light thud, bringing her wrists back forward as to examine the damage the rope had done to her wrists. A dark red forming around the swollen area.

He seemed to really mean what he was saying, (y/n) couldn't help but wonder what trap he had set in place, it simply was too simple.

"You'll have access to the fridge, the kitchen, the bathroom, everything without me needing to be by your side."

He smiled.

"Just be my lover and stay by my side, and you'll have the freedom you want."

He looked back up at her, reaching for her hand as to help (y/n) stand up. 

*(y/n) POV*

His eyes held so much hope it was almost painful to look at him straight in the eyes, his hand not letting go of mine. 

How is this freedom? Being able to walk to the bathroom alone isn't what freedom is, the thought of me being able to walk around the city once again was surely too big of a dream as of now.

There had to be a trap, and this was it.

"What if I want to go outside?" I asked as I tried to suppress the envy to dash off to the door, but even if I would've tried it would've been no use, his hand tightening around me as soon I mentioned outside.

"You'll know only if you try ... which I know you won't anyways." He smiled through gritted teeth, his body leaning in towards mine as his soft locks brushed against my cheekbone.

"I wouldn't recommend you doing it either." He whispered, his cold self coming back for a split second sending waves of goosebumps to ride up my spine.

"But anyways!" He chimed back up, his warm smile and personality taking control back of his body once again.

It's almost as if I was dealing with two different people, yet, they reside inside the same body. I could never get used to this, it simply is impossible.

"What'ya say?" I cooed as he bit his bottom lip in anticipation, his body waddling before me.

"Alright, deal." Before even being able to process what I had just agreed to, I found myself trapped in his arms. His slender arms wrapping around my body whilst his chin rested on my shoulder, I could tell how much he was smiling even if I couldn't see it.

"I knew it! I knew you loved me back."

He backed away slightly, quickly forcing myself to smile back at him.

I had to accept, I had to or else who knew what he would've done to me. Minutes ago he was ready to rip my limps off one by one, I couldn't risk it, it could be my only way out.

"Let's get out of here it's cold and humid in here, not suitable for a lady." He winked as he grabbed onto my hand, pulling me out of the room. His slender fingers intertwined with mine as we walked side by side in the hallways. 

I examined him from the side, starting from our locked fingers and slowly going back up to his face. He is gorgeous and that I can't deny, any women or men would fall for him within first sight.

But no one could guess that under this beautiful facade hid such a monster.

"What should I call you hm?" He snaps me out of my bubble of thoughts, the question lingering in the air.

"Wha-" "Maybe I could call you darling, dear, baby girl, babe... wait not babe, I'd sound like a douche calling you babe." He frowned as he scratched his chin with his free hand.

"Sweetie, sweetheart." He smiled to himself as he looked back at me. "Sweetie, just like how sweet your lips taste." He winked as he butted his head lightly to my own.

He really believes that I love him, that I'm willing to stay with him, in this condo for all of my life. It almost hurts to see him so happy and excited to have someone by his side.

Could it be possible to feel guilt and hatred all towards one person?

//Still editing, but I had to post a new chapter so here it is ya'llz