Obessesion

Chapter 2

Axton leaned closer, inhaled the lavender scent on Quinza’s body, and kissed Quinza even deeper.

It didn’t stop there; Axton’s right hand was already holding Quinza’s plump buttocks, squeezing Quinza’s buttocks roughly, until Axton’s hand went down to stroke Quinza’s smooth thighs, revealing Quinza’s skirt so that Axton could more freely stroke the inside of Quinza’s thighs.

Filled with passion, Axton broke the kiss but kept the distance between them close. He allowed Quinza to take in as much air as possible without taking his eyes off him.

Seeing the corners of Quinza’s lips were bleeding, Axton wiped the blood that was on the corners of Quinza’s tiny lips with his thumb and said something to Quinza.

“That’s just the beginning, sugar; if you dare to challenge me, even if you dare to play with me, I will make sure you will get a heavier punishment than this,” said Axton, looking at Quinza and leaving Quinza, who was already sobbing about his actions.

Quinza sobbed in silence, not daring to reply to Axton’s words. To Quinza, Axton looked like an angel from the outside, but if you looked more profound, he resembled a devil—an angel and a devil intertwined in Quinza’s mind.

Feeling that she had calmed down, Quinza left her class without taking the next lesson. Axton watched Quinza leave from a distance until the girl’s back disappeared before him.

••••••••

Quenza drives his Audi R8 to where he often visits to calm his chaotic mind.

A few minutes later, Quinza arrived at his destination, in a place that could always calm his heart and mind. Quinza hurried up, opened his car door, and got out, impatient to meet someone.

Arriving in a simple courtyard, a middle-aged woman was waiting for Quinza at the door. Quinza hugged her and buried her head in the crook of her neck.

“I miss you, sorry, I see you. How are you, Aunt Elijah, and the orphans here?" Quinza asked. He lived in an orphanage in the New York area, not far from his campus. Quinza often visited this place and accompanied orphans who had lost their families or whose families had abandoned them.

“Good aunt darling, the children in this orphanage are also very good; they always ask for you and miss you; come in and meet them; they are playing in the backyard,” replied Aunt Ellia, a 54-year-old middle-aged woman, the caretaker and owner of the orphanage.

Quinza smiled as an answer and then entered the orphanage in the backyard and saw the orphanage children playing. Quinza’s heart and mind became warm seeing those chatting with other orphanage children.

"Am I disturbing all of you who are playing?" Quinza asked, smiling at the orphans who listened to his words. Emy, one of the children, ran toward Quinza and hugged his legs affectionately.

“Why do you rarely come here? I miss you, and you're cooking,” Emi said. On Quinza

Quinza chuckled at Emi’s words, “Tsk. Emi, you miss me?” Quinza asked, leveling her height with EMI while ruffling Emi’s blonde hair with her hands,

“If you miss me, give me a kiss, Emi, and I will cook your favorite food; how do you agree?”

The orphans cheered when they heard Quinza wanted to cook for them. Elijah was happy to see them having fun; it had been long since he had seen orphans like this.

“Thanks, Quinza, you made them so happy today,” said Aunt Elijah, smiling at Quinza.

Quinza turned to his right side and saw Elijah’s aunt beside him. Quenza smiled at the words of Elijah’s aunt, then Quenza hugged Elijah’s aunt, “Auntie doesn’t need to then; me, it’s my duty to cheer them up and make them smile and even rejoice. They are all my angels, the antidote to my tiredness when I need peace. I love them very much. They are my encouragement, auntie,” said Quinza, who was already sobbing on Aunt Elijah's shoulders.

“Don’t cry, honey, and you can tell me your complaints; I have treated you like my own biological child; share your sadness. I’ll be very happy if you tell me everything.”

Quinza is lucky to have someone who still cares about him when he needs a friend to tell stories,

Quinza doesn’t feel like spending time with them at the orphanage, teaching the children to write and read, or teaching the orphanage children to play the piano. It was getting dark until Quinza said goodbye to them and Elijah’s aunt.

“Remember, don’t be naughty and trouble Grandma Ellia. Aunty said goodbye. Next week, Aunty will visit you again,” said Quinza to them.

Quenza, who was about to get in his car, heard the sound of fighting not far from the orphanage.

***

“Please, sir, forgive me; I promise not to divulge the secret to anyone else.

“You think I will believe what you say; you are looking for the wrong enemy; you know not who I am; I will not hesitate to kill someone who dares to betray me.

Punches kicks, and even cuts and stabs, he gave the person until he fell limp. Seeing that the person was helpless, he laughed and pulled the person’s hair until he looked up at him.

“You listen carefully to what I’m saying. I wouldn’t be satisfied if the person I tortured just died like that, and this is just the beginning of me torturing you.” Axton said with a bitter tone of voice.

Screams echoed along the deserted street. No one was crossing the street.

Quenza, who saw the incident for the first time, was shocked until she covered her mouth with her palms.

Quenza watched intently. I was seeing how he tortured that person until his condition was weak and helpless.

It didn’t stop there. Quenza saw that the person who was lying weak was given more severe torture and did not even hesitate before the person who tortured him, giving repeated scratches and stabs.

“Don’t ever play with me. If you just want to meet your hell, how does it feel? Do you still want to get tortured by me again, or do you give up on killing me right away?”

“Tsk... you are indeed a devil as an angel. Kill me right now instead of continuing to torture me like this,

Hearing his request, Axton immediately killed the man by stabbing him in the heart and finally shot the man with a handgun in the head.

Axton smiled with satisfaction when he saw his victim die horribly in his hands.