PERVERSE ADDICTION

PROLOGUE🖤

OLIVIA.

"DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ANYONE. THE SIMPLEST PEOPLE CAN CARRY THE DARKEST DARKNESS".

My father always told me that. He was very young when he had me and maybe that's why he left after a short time. Mom was completely sure that his absence had affected me and she used to blame that wrong thought I had when I disobeyed her.

But I lived in my world, a world where everything was rosy, with no room for the black or the gray of the s**t that happened in my life during those years. Right now I would like to go back in time and stay in that era where I didn't have to deal with the cruel reality I find myself in now.

The reality in which I am being chased by him, by my captor, by the person who made me be in this damn property against my will without knowing what day or what time I live, I don't even know if I am in my country or on the other side of the world.

I'm scared, in fact, I'm terrified, but what really scares me is not him, but my twisted traumatized mind that is seeing things where there are none. I'm starting to get confused, my brain doesn't separate reality; between his cruelty and his twisted charming mask with which he hypnotizes me and plays with my mind.

Sometimes he is kind, gentle, delicate, but there are other times..., where he is a damn sadist who only enjoys my pain and my tears.

I must not fall., I must not fall.., I must not do it... But unfortunately for me it is too late for me. Because the devil has already hunted me and caught me.

"Go to hell" I bark in his face, I am fed up with being obedient and submissive to avoid problems. "I'm tired! I can't stand this damn farce you have created in that twisted head of yours anymore".

"Twisted head? Are you serious, darling?" He looks at me as if he's already exhausted by my 'tantrum' and that only makes my anger grow. He has no right to blame me, because the only victim in this, is me. I'm the one who's being held against my will, without having contact with the outside world in a f*****g ranch. Dylan sighs "You better calm down, Olivia, because I don't want to have to take action".

No.......

A chill runs down my spine and his words only make me panic even more than I already am. I know what he means by taking action; he's going to sedate me or lock me in the room until I calm down. And no, I'm not going to let that happen again, he's already done it and I don't want him to take away the little freedom he gives me like roaming around the house at will.

"No, you wouldn't dare," his lips curve into a dark, crooked smile that he gives me and warns me of what he's going to do. "No, Dylan, please, please don't!" My voice breaks as my cheeks fill with more tears. "Don't inject me with that crap anymore..."

He moves with agility and by the time I want to move away I already have him in front of me, with his hands on my cheeks, gently wiping my tears with his thumbs. His touch or his closeness should disgust or terrify me, but my damn mind does not reject his contact with my body, but instead lets itself be carried away by those large, calloused hands that provide security and pain at the same time.

Sobs escape from my aching throat while tears do not let me see him clearly in the darkness of the night.

"Shhhh," he silences me and signals one of his men behind me. "Turn around, honey," he says with that sweet, firm tone he uses to make me obey.

"No!" I beg him with my eyes, but he doesn't even flinch. I try to speak again, but he puts his index finger on my lips, silencing me.

"Turn around, honey, don't make me hurt you," one of his men approaches him and hands him a syringe with a yellowish liquid that I know very well. Surrendered, wanting this to end soon, I obey and slowly turn around until my back is to him. "Good girl... It's the best for you, honey. You're upset and asleep, you won't cause problems anymore, or try to escape, or even hurt yourself. It's better this way..."

I feel the cold of the needle sink into my skin and Dylan's hot breath fanning the back of my neck. My sobs grow louder and the drug burns as it enters my bloodstream.

"Shhh, honey," he turns me around, brushes the strands of hair stuck by sweat from my face and kisses my forehead. "It's okay, good girl," he congratulates me for obeying him. "Everything's going to be okay, just rest."

My head starts to spin, my throat goes numb, my eyelids feel heavy, and my legs get weaker with each passing second. He holds me and lifts me into his arms when I'm about to fall unconscious.

And with my last effort I whisper to him;

—I hate you...

—That doesn't matter anymore, Olivia, because whether you like it or not, you're mine now and you'll always belong to me —he kisses my hair—. Remember that, darling, because I'll be the only thing you'll have around you for the rest of your life. I don't care if I have to chain you up, put a nice collar on your neck, or lock you up, that doesn't matter anymore. Because this is your new home, Olivia, and you'll live here and have our children...

It's the last thing I manage to hear before the darkness consumes me.