Obsessive Control ( Under publishing contract )

She awoke in darkness, lying on a back seat. The cold leather against her skin and the metallic smell of dried blood were disorienting. Whose place was this, now her prison?

Her wrists were tightly bound, every movement tightening her captivity. He knew everything about her-every fear, every weakness-his obsession was unfathomable.

All she could see were eyes, dark and piercing, staring at her through the rearview mirror. Those eyes seemed to read her thoughts, sending a chilling terror through her. It was clear: there was no escape.

In this atmosphere, where madness and obsession intertwined, could a pure heart truly exist in such an abyss? Do monsters know how to hide behind the most innocent faces?

⚠️🚨TW: This story contains explicit scenes, harsh language, physical and verbal assault.

It deals with criminal situations-please do not imitate, fiction is not reality! ⚠️‼️