Page 5 of Imprisoned Obsession

Then it comes to me. Not as a fancy revelation, but rather from a calm thought.

He’s the arsonist.

It’s another thing I notice too late. He has already accomplished what he intended. He killed Janice. Maybe she saw him committing the crime, maybe she had wronged him, or maybe he is just a sick man.

A madman.

He’s going to kill me too.

The rich taste of him is suddenly replaced by bitterness. I recognize it as a bitter tablet going down my throat with an encouraging curl of his fingers around my neck.

He’s drugging me.

Why?

He could just kill me with a snap of my neck; there’s no need for mystery or drama. He killed Janice without a second thought; he could do it to me without much trouble.

Just when it couldn’t get any worse, the voice in my head decides to speak.

He has something else planned for me.

He releases my neck but holds my hair while forcing my eyes to meet his, to let the color create a terror-filled nightmare.

The color of a restless inferno.

“You did nothing wrong, darling,” he whispers, so ominously alluring.

My vision blurs, but not from dryness. Heaviness hits the back of my mind as his handsome features become bleak and distorted.

I slump forward and fall into his welcoming arms, his musky scent taking over.

“Deny me, and you will never be forgiven, darling girl.”

His big hand lets the tangled strands of hair flow down my back. It’s an affectionate gesture, so gentle that part of me rejects any spark of defiance.

I don’t want to fight the warmth in my bones or the affectionate cradle of his hand.

I am losing the fight to keep my eyes open; the drug is taking over.

I would never remain close to something that might burn me; his eyes are a symbol of fire.

“If I cannot have you, I will kill you.”

Chapter Two

Elio

What a troublesome thing.

The residue sits on the tip of my tongue, bitter and resilient. I took precautions to ensure it wouldn’t, but I must have miscalculated.

The taste lingers far too long.

While I had other options, I did what I believed was best for her. The evidence of my wrongdoing will never be found, but it came at the cost of tasting that disgusting plastic.

To keep the drug in place without melting, I couldn’t talk or move my tongue too much.

When I want something, I’m going to get it, one way or another. I wanted Willa, and I have her now. The immorality of it doesn’t bother me much.

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