The Heroine's Obsession

Chapter 9

Warning: There are sensitive scenes in this chapter. If you're feeling uncomfortable, you may go and leave this story. This story is kinda dark, so if you're not into this kind of troupe, then yeah.. go away

Warning again: Sensitive scenes

8 years ago...

"Dad, I've achieved academic excellence, martial arts proficiency and exceptional shooting skills" I uttered to my father who's now pulling in his shaft to the entrance of the woman my age. Tears streamed down her face as her gaze met mine

I wanted to help her but I'm closed guard. Dad warned me that if I interfere in his affairs, he will have his men r**e me. I was scared and I didn't want that to happen. I hated dad but I don't have the courage to disobey him, Dion will suffer the most if I do

There are these times, I let someone escape who was his victim. He was very angry. The punishment he gave me was to whip me for a whole day. I was scared but then, Dion suggested that he would be the one to own my punishment

Despite my empathy for the woman, my own vulnerabilities rendered me powerless to assist

"What a great body" Father's voice dripped with satisfaction after he took the woman

His public displays were nothing new. He always does it in front of me or someone else. I'd lost count of how many times I'd seen him with different women, either it is a young girl or not. He never cared who watched

Father once took me to a warehouse, where he revealed his darker nature, showcasing both his illicit substance abuse and gruesome methods of torture. He forced me to watch him torture victims and get high.

"That's good to hear and remember this, child, do not ever betray me. Dion's life and the children in the basement hang in the balance" Dad's menacing tone sent shivers down my spine. I solemnly assured him of my loyalty, vowing not to provoke his wrath

Seeking distraction, I opted for a day of thrill. I decided to momentarily escape reality at the local amusement park. This sanctuary serves as my refuge, revitalizing my spirit when fear and doubt overwhelm me. This destination holds cherished memories of joyful moments shared with Mother

I sat on a bench and for no reason someone suddenly sat on the corner of the bench I was renting. This bench, was spacious enough for six individuals, seemed surprisingly vacant until the stranger joined me

The stranger's distinctive features included circular spectacles, prominent eyebrows, a sharp nose and a slender, crimson lips. His age appeared slightly senior to mine, yet his familiar demeanour hinted at a prior encounter. Though uncertain, I really sensed a familiarity in him, as if our paths had crossed previously, perhaps in a fleeting moment or a forgotten conversation

He didn't notice me at all, maybe he was totally engrossed in his book. His attention remained fixed on that thick literary work, its density a testament to the epic tale within, as he delicately turned each page

He is so gorgeous. His eyes sparkled like sapphires, illuminating a face chiseled by the gods. His exceptionally handsome features commanded attention, exuding confidence and poise. His entire being seemed to embody perfection

His allure proved a potent distraction, dispelling the weight of household worries and transporting me to a realm of serenity

Calmness emanating from his face quieted my soul, enveloping me in a peaceful reverie. My heart racing, butterflies danced within me, signaling an unmistakable attraction

Following our chance encounter in the park, I found myself inexplicably drawn to him, resorting to unconventional means to uncover more about his life. An obsessive fascination took hold, prompting me to discreetly investigate his background

"Ethaniel Jarred Faelden, a 22 year-old visionary billionaire, remarkably unattached. His passion for literature is evident in his love for reading, with the National Bookstore serving as his cherished sanctuary. He occasionally unwinds with friends at a local bar, prioritizing camaraderie and relaxation over social pursuits. He exemplifies chivalry, maintaining his virginity and upholding refined values" I told Dion about my crush on a guy today. His supportive demeanour was conveyed through engaged listening and subtle gestures

"Dion, do you think he'll like me?" I asked the guy who's always looking out for me

"He will, my lady" the fleeting smile crossed my face, swiftly replaced by solemnly as reality reasserted itself.

Ambitious aspirations fill my mind, yet doubt lingers, tempering optimism. A chasm separates my lofty dreams from the harsh realities.

I've become a mere marionette, manipulated by my father's whims with every decision dictated. He expects me to perpetuate his unlawful traditions, inheriting a life of malfeasance

"But I'm a daughter of a criminal" staring at the blue sky, I blurted out my thoughts

I heard him sigh

"My lady, permit me to whisk you away from this perilous environment, preserving your innocence and shielding your virtue from the cruel whims of fate" His words dripped with urgency. Tenderness infused his plea

My gaze met Dion's, his eyes reflecting unwavering concern for my wellbeing

"The cost of this safeguarding is your life itself. My father's extended network and influence render escape formidable, complicated by the GPS tracking device implanted in my neck" On my birthday last year, my father led me to a sterile white laboratory, where scientists surreptitiously implanted a micro-tracking device at the base of my neck

"Dion, how did you end up here at the mansion?" I asked

"The future holds answers, be patient, my lady" His cryptic response hinted at future revelations

"Dion, I want to see Ethan, can you help?" Dion immediately followed my request

We tracked Ethan to a bar. Luckily, I am 18 now, I could go in.Dion also came in and he was a little far away from me

Amidst the bustling bar, Ethan's isolated figure caught my attention, visibly intoxicated. I approached him, astonished that he remained upright despite obvious enbriation

"H-Hi" My voice was a gentle breeze, carrying words that danced with shy hesitation, as a soft radiant smile bloomed on my lips

Even though he is wearing round specs, I can still see his elegance. His messy hair made him even more handsome

"Who are you?" His deep resonant voice wrapped around the question, its low timbre vibrating through the air like a cello's mournful hum that lingered, refusing to dissipate, leaving an haunting echo in its wake

"I--I'm Yesha" Ethan's scrutinizing eyes rendered me speechless, my blush betraying my emotions

"How old are you?" His refined inquiry belied his inebriate state

"I'm 18" I told him the honest truth

I saw his lips crept into a grin

"Now that you've reached adulthood, it's even more impressive" Ethan's whispered words were accompanied by a mischievous grin

He stood up

"I shall take my leave, little one" He's wasted but still walking straight. Just as I began to articulate my thoughts, he abruptly departed

Our brief exchange left an enduring imprint on my face. The warmth of his words still resonates. Unbeknownst to him, his words stirred profound joy within me

With a spring in my step, I eagerly approached Dion

"You're happy, my lady" Dion uttered

"My crush talked to me, Dion. It was brief, but it made me happy" I experienced true happiness for the first time

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Stalking Ethan became my guilty pleasure. His life became the focal point of my daily vigilance. My daily routine fervent observation of all his activities

Shadow of infatuation haunted me, leading me down precarious path. Boundaries fascination dissolve as fascination consumed me. I crashed Ethan's work party and invaded his residence. There was also the time when he had a business trip, I followed him too, thanks to Dion's help.Now, I am stalking him again. He's at a beach resort and I've been following him for a while. He's proceeding toward an exclusive pool, secluded from public view

Defying restrictions, I followed Ethan into the explosive pool area. I discreetly entered despite the 'no entry policy'

Concealed within the large flower vase, I observe Ethan removing his shirt. His shirtless form commanded attention. His athletic physique seemed sculpted by precision. The steamy atmosphere heightened my awareness of Ethan's rugged beauty

For an unsettling moment, Ethan's eyes seemed to lock onto my hiding place. His brief glance toward the vase left me frozen

Relief washed over me, as Ethan's gaze is now shifted and wow! his abs are insane. Eight-pack at 22? He really got the body of a fitness model

His next action heightened my surprise.He proceeded to remove all his remaining attire and now, he just got totally naked

My eyes widen in shock. He has a long and veiny c**k. I immediately closed my eyes. My innocent eyes.

Until I returned home, Ethan's masculine perfection lingered. Can't shake off the thoughts of his amazing veiny masculinity. His hotness stuck with me all day

Days passed, me being a stalker is only getting worse.I found myself helplessy fixated on his daily activities. His daily life became my captivating soap opera. My fascination for him knew no bounds

I expressed my feelings by discreetly leaving an affectionate note on his car, saying 'Can you be mine?'. 'Your essence has infiltrated my being, fueling an insatiable hunger for your love'. 'I am obsessed with you'

Love transcended reason, become an overwhelming obsession. Flames of devotion engulfed me, burning away rational thought. His interactions with other girls ignited possessive emotions within me

"Ahhhhhh" I heard a moan. The sound originated from the living room

"Damn you, slut! your seductive presence leaves me breathless" A shocking and unsettling sight met my eyes when I peeked. I caught of a glimpse of my father doing something obscene with a woman. The woman's femininity is totally wrecked and bleeds a lot which is I found it so disgusting. I felt like I'm throwing up for what I have seen

Dad aggressively asserted dominance to the bloody woman. The woman is now on her four, the blood from her inner core is definitely dripping bad down to her thighs. My father inserted his to the woman's bloody p***y and directly moved his hips fastly without gentle movement

The disturbing scene captivated me, triggering memories of naked Ethan. His masculinity is haunting me and I couldn't shake it off

A flush spread across my face as I envisioned Ethan's intimate touch. My mind conjured images of our passionate union. A vivid fantasy unfolded, featuring him and me

Observing them sparked an irresistable urge to explore my own intimacy. Their passion awakened my own desires.Sensual energy coursed through my veins

"Ethan" I moaned softly, lost in self-intimacy

"Why am I engaging in this behaviour?" I snapped back to reality and hastened to the room

The heat in my body still does not subside. I can still imagine Ethan letting his manhood into me. Overwhelmed by desire, I indulged in intimate exploration, discovering unbridled joy. My senses were ignited, propelling me towards bliss. The waves of ecstasy washed over me, pure pleasure enveloped myself

Masturbation, the word seared itself into my consciousness. It's significance lingered, refusing to fade.My obsession spiraled out of control, I sent Ethan my personal used underwear. I even delivered some bras and panties to his company telling it was from her beautiful stalker

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I also subtly scared off women talking to him.Those who faced him faced my silent deterrence

When I learned that Ethan is dating a model, I succumbed to jealousy. His newfound happiness ignited a firestorm of envy within me. Possessiveness consumed me as I covertly surveilled their romance

After their date, I immediately went to see the girl he was dating. Due to jealousy, I threatened her that if she continues her relationship with Ethan, I will kill her

That's what happens every time Ethan goes on a date with a girl. I told this story to Dion and he only had one reaction

"Do not let jealousy claim innocent lives, my lady" Dion said seriously

"Ethan is mine alone, Dion. He belongs to me, I won't share him" I declared possessively

"Breathe and let patience guide you, my lady. Everything will be put in place. This is just not the right time..." he whispered using his low voice

A profound realization dawned, I had surrendered to the abyss of madness, relinquishing rational thought. A haunting epiphany crept over me, exposing the shattered remnants of my sanity. I finally saw myself---- a crazy obsessive mess

**********PRESENT TIME***************

"I've been following you all day and night. I even sent you daily letters which contained my phone number, yet you never called me. I actually fell in love with you at first sight in the park" I uttered to him

The recollection of his captivating beauty left me enchanted. A vision of his chiseled jawline and piercing eyes rekindled a flutter within.

A fond smile crossed my face as memories of his concentrated frown and adorable glasses flooded my mind, transporting me back to lazy afternoons in the park. His cute frown filled my heart with tender nostalgia

Ethan's intense stare lingered, then vanished, leaving a whispered promise of unspoken thoughts

I smiled

"I don't remember you at all" A wave of disappointment washed over me. His careless phrase pierce my heart, igniting turmoil and self-doubt as I grappled with the fragility our connection. I gaslighted myself that maybe he was too drunk that time to remember me

"I don't care about you not remembering me, all that matters is, you're now here again with me. You're stuck with me. My darkness binds you forever and never be free" I spoke to him in a hushed tone

"Amidst my quest for vengeance, I want you to know that you're wellbeing will forever remain my utmost priority. Once justice is served, my devotion will soley belongs to you and I'll surrender to our eternal love. Your love will be my forever solace and my sanctuary" I whispered softly. I pressed my lips to his lips and his stillness surrender ignited desire

The next day, I received unexpected news from Dion and Xyvel

"Please watch this video, my lady" With a courteous gesture, Dion offered his phone

As I watched the video, horrific images unfolded before my eyes. The footage revealed Idrian De Guzman being subjected to a brutal torture.

The video depicted Idrian De Guzman's horrific ordeal, severe whipping and amputation of both legs

"Have mercy p-please!" he implores, his voice trembling. Despite his pleas, the masked assailants relentlessly unleashed a barrage of vicious lashes upon Idrian

The brutality intensified as Idrian suffered severe genital mutilation, his cries echoing in agony. Unsated, the torturers escalated their cruelty, dousing acid onto Idrian's wounds

"What happened to him now?" I asked after done watching the suffering of Idrian

"Tragically, Idrian's life was brutally cut short.His mutilated body was discovered outside his residence" Xyvel respond

"I'm torn between my emotions, unsure whether to feel joy or despair" A puzzled sigh slipped from my lips

"My lady, a formidable foe has fallen, significantly alleviating the pressure. Five adversaries remain, requiring strategic attention" I appreciated Dion's courteous reminder, highlighting the importance

"Yeah. By the way, keep an eye on Ethan, I'm just going somewhere" With that, I left them. I jumped in my car and headed straight to the cemetery without wasting any time. Upon arrival, I gently placed the flower I carried upon my mom's tombstone, paying reverence to her cherished memory

"Mommy" gazing upon the tombstone, memories of her final moments flooded my mind. A year has elapsed yet the weight of my mother's passing still lingers

"Your tragic passing haunts me. I am deeply sorry for the unbearable pain you endured" Overwhelmed with grief, I wept, my fingers tracing the engraved letters of her name

"Mother, forgive me.Life's experiences have transformed me and I am no longer the Ayesha you once knew" I rose, composing myself as I delicately wiped my tears away

"Until next time, dear mom. Urgent matters require my attention for now"

I was about to leave when suddenly someone covered my mouth with a handkerchief. Despite my valiant efforts, I found myself overpowered by his formidable physical strength

My sight succumbed to an ominous blackness, spreading like an inky tide, relentlessly engulfing my visual horizon

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To be continued...