Elias’ Possession

Secrets Behind the Wall

The thoughts wouldn’t stop swirling in my head. Could Elias really be responsible for Kareem’s death? The idea gnawed at me, refusing to let go. Kareem had been my anchor, someone I trusted. And Elias? He was the opposite—mysterious, guarded, always one step ahead.

I couldn’t stay at work with these thoughts consuming me. Every ringing phone and passing conversation became a blur. The air in the office felt stifling, thick with my own paranoia. Finally, I made up an excuse to leave early, claiming I wasn’t feeling well.

The ride home felt like an eternity. The rumbling of the train, the chatter of passengers, even the sound of my own breathing—it all grated on my nerves. I clenched my hands in my lap, trying to calm the storm inside me.

Once I got home, I dropped my bag at the door and collapsed onto my bed. The ceiling above seemed to close in, pressing down on me with the weight of unanswered questions. Could Elias have wanted Kareem dead? Was it an accident? Or worse, was Kareem even the intended target?

I sat up abruptly, unable to rest. “I can’t keep sitting here, doing nothing,” I muttered to myself. If I wanted answers, I’d have to find them. And the only place to start was Elias’s room.

Standing in front of his door, I hesitated. It felt wrong, like I was crossing a line I couldn’t uncross. But then I thought of Kareem—his smile, his laugh, the way he always had my back. My resolve hardened. I turned the knob and slipped inside.

The room was massive, a cold reflection of its owner. Everything was perfectly arranged, from the neatly folded bedspread to the polished surface of the desk. It felt sterile, almost like a stage set rather than a lived-in space.

I started with the drawers, carefully pulling them open one by one. Papers, clothing, a few personal items—but nothing out of the ordinary. I moved to the storage units, opening each compartment with growing frustration. Empty.

Dropping to my knees, I peered under the bed. My heart raced as I spotted a small box tucked in the far corner. Crawling forward, I pulled it out, my hands trembling. But when I opened it, disappointment flooded me. It was just old photographs and some trinkets—nothing incriminating.

I sat back on my heels, staring at the mess I’d made. “This is pointless,” I whispered.

As I stood to leave, something caught my eye—a hinge on the wall, small and almost invisible. I moved closer, squinting in the dim light. It didn’t belong there, not in a room this meticulously designed.

My fingers brushed the edge of the wall. The texture felt off, different from the rest. I knocked lightly, and the sound echoed back, hollow. My pulse quickened.

“What are you hiding, Elias?” I muttered, pushing against the wall. It didn’t budge. I searched for a handle, a latch, anything that could open it, but there was nothing.

Just as I was about to give up, the faint ding of the elevator reached my ears. My heart stopped. Elias was home.

Panic surged through me as I scrambled to cover my tracks. I shoved the box back under the bed and smoothed the covers. My mind raced, trying to come up with a believable excuse.

His footsteps echoed down the hall, deliberate and unhurried. He was close—too close.

The door handle turned, and the door swung open.

“Hi!” I exclaimed, forcing a playful smile as I sprawled across his bed, legs kicked up in the air.

Elias’s sharp gaze locked onto mine. “What are you doing here?” His tone was clipped, laced with suspicion.

“I got off early and thought I’d surprise you.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt. Inside, I was screaming at myself for such a flimsy excuse.

His expression didn’t soften. His eyes darted around the room, searching for a reason to distrust me. I couldn’t let him find one.

I stood and approached him, my movements slow and deliberate. “You’ve been so stressed lately,” I murmured, taking the suitcase from his hand and placing it on the desk. “I thought I’d help you relax.”

He didn’t reply, but his posture shifted slightly. His shoulders weren’t as tense.

I slipped behind him, letting my fingers brush lightly against his shoulders. “You work too hard,” I murmured, sliding his jacket off and draping it over the chair.

He didn’t resist as I guided him to the bed. He sat on the edge, his expression unreadable.

“What do you need, Daddy?” I asked, forcing a coy smile and lowering my voice.

His silence stretched on, but I couldn’t afford to falter. Every second felt like a gamble, a tightrope I was walking without a safety net but I couldn’t afford to falter.

I gulped and began stroking his long p***s. As my strokes got faster, he became harder. At this point, he had melted completely into the air.

I took the tip into my mouth, stroking it with my tongue and teasing a little with my teeth. I licked across the length of his c**k, letting out a soft moan. Elias dropped into the bed, letting out a moan of his own.

I massaged his balls in the palm of my hand, letting it sit softly but well enough to arouse him.

I continued licking and teasing his length, trying to get him to say something. Anything.

“You like this daddy?” I asked, trying to prompt him to say something. I still didn’t get a reply.

I took his length into my mouth, going up and down,slowly, pleasing him.

I started off slow, then gradually increased my pace.

Elias let out soft moans but it was nothing more than that.

After a few moments, he came undone in my mouth. I swallowed it while he was looking at me, our eyes locked.

It felt like a game of survival, a performance I hated giving but knew was necessary. Every moment was a test, every gesture calculated but I couldn’t let him know what I’d been doing.

When it was finally over, I excused myself, walking briskly back to my room. My legs felt like jelly, and my chest was tight with suppressed panic.

Once inside, I locked the door and leaned against it, sliding to the floor. My hands were trembling, and my heart was still racing.

“I’ll need to find out what’s behind that wall,” I whispered to myself.

The image of the hinge haunted me as I stood and walked to the bathroom. The cold water from the tap did little to wash away the shame or the resolve burning in my chest. Whatever Elias was hiding, I would find it.

For Kareem. For the truth.