Unholy Obsession

Chapter 16; Picitok

Vincent's POV

I was one step closer to achieving my plan. Hannah was finally in my hold. The fact she let me fuck her over the grave of her ex was indication enough. I was a drug to her and was so intoxicating she couldn't get enough of me. Nevertheless, my happiness was short-lived when I discovered she was looking for a therapist.

The goal of this situation was to make her confide in me, not someone else. She had put me in a difficult situation. One which had me sitting in an armchair and waiting for the owner of the house to return. I just wanted to have a little chat with the therapist and set a few things , you know, straight. It was just a harmless discussion, I swear. You may have seen me as a monster, but even monsters had their limits. 

I inhaled once the clanking of keys sliced through the air. A dark blanket covered the sky and a soft breeze rustled into the room, letting the windows flap. In the corner was a lamp that poured soft golden lights across the room. However, a shadow from the bookshelf shielded my upper half and in the darkness, I found comfort. Dr Ava wouldn't be able to see my face once she walked into her study.

Footsteps echoed outside and the door swung open, a baggy-eyed Dr Ava walking into the room. She settled her handbag by a side table and slumped in the arm chair across from me. 

"Fuck," she muttered, reclining further.

"Tough day?"

She yelped and sprang out of her seat, pointing a vase at me. Cute, but it wouldn't be doing any harm. I had Ahmed waiting outside the door and if she ran out, he would subdue her. And yes, I lost my bet to James. I had to pay the smug prick a million dollars. You should've seen the smile he had when I placed the transfer. Plus an annoying look that said I told you so. I knew I would ask for a favor from him again concerning Hannah. However, I didn't expect it to be this soon.

"Relax, Doctor, I'm  here to talk."

"What the," pant, "who the fuck are you?"

"I'm a friend."

"I'm calling the police."

"I highly doubt that would be quite feasible. Your phone is placed on your counter in the kitchen and your emergency phone is situated in the third drawer in your bedroom's wardrobe."

Her eyes flashed with fear. "How the hell do you know that?"

"Because I'm a friend and friends know everything about each other," I said with a smile.

"What do you want?"

"Simple." I leaned backwards, the shadow spilling to my feet, enshrouding me completely. "It's what I've been saying from the beginning—to talk."

"Well get on with it," she said, still holding her vase at a launch-ready angle.

"You have a new client who shall be seeing you tomorrow. Hannah Tsegaye."

"And?"

"You see," I crossed a leg over the other, "I need you to make a few adjustments in the sessions you will both have."

She hit her brows together. "What do you mean?"

"She's going to tell you certain crazy things and I need you to make her inch closer to me. The man who she's uncertain about."

Dr Ava laughed. A short burst. Did she think me funny? Well I was serious here. I would never joke about Hannah. Never. I curled my hands around the armrest and a thread of rage thundered down my spine. I could take her life away in one quick stride. Too bad she held significance in such a moment. 

"I didn't know I was quite funny."

She smiled, still leaving trials of chuckles. "You must be insane if you believe I would do something like that."