SHADOWED OBSESSION

Chapter 4

Goosebumps were on my body; they filled me up. Fear and every bad emotion I didn’t think I had. I could hear the hammering of my heart against my chest this time as something hard poked my ass through the bum short I wore. His d**k; he was hard. My eyes widened.

“If you do this, I’m going to report you to the authorities; your life would be over, do you understand? You’d be going to prison.”

“You still don’t understand, do you?” His whisper held me at a chokehold; his mouth was still very close to my ears; I felt his tongue on it too; my entire body stiffened. “My life has been over since the first time I saw you, Beth; I wanted nothing more than to be that cat you hugged and cuddled so much.”

“Cat? My cat died five years ago. Could it be... have you been—” he knew my name, Of course he did.

“Yes, Frozen. I’ve been watching you since you were 17.” He fisted my hair that was tied in a high ponytail and dragged the ribbon down, making my red hair fall on my shoulders. “And now you’re here; I’m never letting you go.”

The realization that my life has been monitored since I was seventeen made my head hurt so bad that I felt like it was going to explode. Who wastes so much time of their life this way?

“You wasted your time watching me, and honestly, I feel bad for you. If it hasn’t occurred to your sick head yet, I’m never going to willingly accept you.”

“And that, Kitten, is the first lesson you need to learn about me. I don’t need your acceptance, as long as your body, your soul, and your f*****g life belongs to me.” He trailed the knife from my neck down my chest slowly. I leaned more towards the wall like it was the only thing protecting me from him, maybe it was. “You can keep your acceptance as the only thing you have.”

“Fu*k you!” I wiggled and tried to kick at him; it felt like a doll trying to come back to life, it was impossible.

“I plan to.” My back was turned to him, but I could swear he was smiling. “Eventually.”

I screamed hard and unexpectedly when the knife pierced my chest just near my collarbone. “Wh… what are you doing?”

He turned me over to face him; I felt my blood from where the knife had pierced my skin roll down my body; pain filled up the spot that knife had been. “Claiming you, Beth.” He stared at the wound he had created on my chest with so much desire I didn’t think was humanly possible. “And don’t you dare scream or do anything stupid; I would only like to give you one scar, for now.”

That was the last thing he said before he tore my crop top into two, throwing the fabric on the ground. My bra was out; it was white in color. I stared at him with so much fear in my eyes; my body was shaking; my head was spinning. Was he going to ra**pe me? Was he going to kill me?

He didn’t look at me; his entire focus was on my chest. His lips went down to it; I closed my eyes tight; I felt his tongue on that particular spot he had just punctured, sucking and licking it, like he was trying to ease the pain. His hand slid up my bra; I could hear my own heartbeat. He fumbled my nip*les before he left them.

“St… stop please…” I could tell that the thing that blurred my vision were tears. “Please stop.”

“But we just almost got to the fun part.” His deep voice rumbled through my entire body like an electric shock. From his voice, he was probably twenty-seven or twenty-nine.

“Just let me go; I promise I won’t tell… I… I won’t say a word.”

“Shhhh.” He whispered and took out the hand from my body and placed it on my mouth, hard enough to stop me from talking, soft enough to not hurt.

His other hand dropped the knife, and a shock eluded my body when I felt them at the hem of my bum short. I shook my head profusely, but I couldn’t scream; he’d kill me if I do. God, no, I don’t want this; I don’t want any of it.

“Spread your thighs, Kitten.” His voice was rough, I didn’t. I just kept sobbing; my tears touching the injury he made on my chest made it hurt more.

“Pl… please…” it came out as a mumble instead of actual words.

“Now.” He sounded like he was starting to get pissed off. I gulped and immediately separated my thighs a bit; he didn’t say anything, but I guessed he was pleased. Of course, he’d be pleased.

His hands found their way into my shorts and into my panties; his hand came in contact with my bare p*ssy. A shiver passed through me; it was fear, the idea that he might kill me when he’s done, and no one would know. Goosebumps were on my skin again as he played with the slit of my cl*t before pulling his hand out.

I stared at him; he looked at his hand that was inside my panties a second ago, like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“Close your eyes, Beth.” He looked from his fingers to my face, and I gulped before obeying, preparing myself for the worst. He was a serial killer and a stalker; what’s the worst that can happen?

I heard some rustlings and then it stopped; I heard nothing. When I opened my eyes next, he was gone.