Obsession Of A Psychopath ☠︎︎

Chapter 21: 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍

Amanda’s POV

I sighed, stretching my arms in the lavish room Hunter had set up for me. Days had dragged by since he kidnapped me, each one filled with a mix of confusion and dread. I had braced myself for cruelty, expecting to be locked away in a dark, filthy space. But that wasn’t what happened.

Hunter didn’t treat me harshly. Instead, he kept a calm demeanor, chatting with me like everything was normal. He let me roam the mansion, outside in the garden and surrounding but the main gates were always locked, preventing me from escaping.

His staff catered to my every need, serving five-star meals.
He filled a whole room with things he thought I’d like: video games, a big TV, books from my favorite genres and movies. It felt like a twisted game, distracting me with luxuries while reminding me that I was trapped.

I understood his tactics. He wanted me to forget I was a prisoner, but I refused to let him win me over with shiny distractions. Deep down, I craved the comfort of those things, but I fought against it.

“ damn it, I want to use everything in that room so bad,” I muttered, rolling onto the bed in frustration.

Suddenly, a knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. I already knew who was on the other side, it was Hunter. An idea suddenly popped into my mind. My heart raced as I scanned the room for a way to hide. I quickly opened the bathroom door but ducked behind the curtain In the bedroom .

“Where are you, my love?” Hunter called, his voice a mix of concern and anticipation.

I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t find me. My pulse raced louder as he stepped into the bathroom, unaware of my presence. Acting on instinct, I grabbed a nearby vase and swung it hard as he called out to me. The vase shattered against his head, and he dropped to the floor, blood pooling beneath him.

Panic surged as I checked his pulse—still alive. I locked the bathroom door behind me and bolted down the stairs, heart pounding with fear and determination. When I reached the front gates, I faced the guards, adrenaline rushing through me.

“Open the gate. I’m going out,” I commanded, trying to sound authoritative.

“Sir Hunter—” one guard started, but I cut him off.

“Don’t make me go back inside. Hunter allowed me to leave. I have an emergency. Open the gate!” My voice was firm, laced with urgency.

“Yes, ma’am,” one guard replied, hesitantly complying.

As the gate swung open, I stepped outside, my heart racing. Once out of sight, I took off running.

The darkness surrounded me, but the moonlight guided my way. Relief mixed with exhilaration surged through me as I ventured deeper into the forest, far from the mansion. But soon, my feet ached, and the slippers I wore broke.

“Is it too late to go back to Hunter? Why did I run away at night?” I questioned myself, doubt creeping in with every step.

“I should’ve taken one of his cars. How far is the city?” I muttered, dragging my tired body forward.

Hunger gnawed at me, and frustration bubbled up. “Where’s the fucking city?” I shouted, finally spotting the lights of civilization ahead.