Page 10 of The Dark Obsession

“I suggest you start cooperating or you’ll be enjoying the same treatment as your mother.” The threat in his words is crystal clear, spoken with deathly stillness while leaving absolutely no room for argument.

He has obviously thought this through to the very last detail, prepared for every scenario, ready to act before I can even think of executing.

I nod numbly against his chest as he holds up my dead weight, his embrace all that’s keeping me together now that I’ve given up my fight.

Being enveloped by his warmth, I sag deeper into him, letting the feeling of his solid body against mine comfort me as I shut down.

A wave of submission washing over me, keeping me from breaking down.

There’s something freeing in the acceptance that my decisions or actions don’t matter anymore, that I can’t control what will happen to me.

“You will be safe and protected. I promise, little one.” The man murmurs quietly, noticing the change in me.

The hand that was clutching my wrists loosens as he starts rubbing soothing circles along my spine. The movement making the tiny hairs on my nape rise.

I let him comfort me. Let myself believe his words,at least for now.

I’ve always been soft, weak. Never truly able to fight for my own wants, but I’ve deluded myself into thinking that when it came down to it, I could stand my ground.

I guess I was wrong.

Warm, thick liquid drips onto my forehead, making me tilt my head up in search of the source, and I gasp in shock.

The scissors are still lodged in his neck with a thin trail of blood running down.

The man chuckles darkly as he follows my terrified gaze, unbothered by the sharp piece of metal sticking out of him.

“I must say, I’m impressed.” His bottomless eyes bore into mine with an unreadable expression.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looks almost proud.

Then out of nowhere he hoists me up, my body plastered against his as he easily carries me to the adjoining bathroom.

In one effortless move I’m seated on the counter, mourning the loss of his closeness when he steps back.Again, what is wrong with me?

How can this person have such power over me when no one else ever did?

Opening the cabinet underneath the sink, the man easily fishes out the first aid kit.

He must have guessed I stored there, right? It was literally buried under extra bottles of vanilla soap and toilet paper rolls.

Surely he couldn’t have been here before. I barely remember the last time I left this room, much less the house.

Not that I’m complaining, I’m a homebody through and through.

“Be a good girl for a minute, I need to get this out.” The man drenches a piece of gauze in antiseptic spray before cutting off two strips of medical tape.

He proceeds to yank the scissors out with one sharp thug that makes me flinch from just looking at it and puts them into his pocket without leaving a speck of blood on the counter.

The guy definitely knows what he’s doing.Getting rid of all evidence, not leaving a single trace of his presence behind.

The realization that this is not his first time doing something like this making me even more apprehensive as I watch him patch himself up.

I’d offer to help but… he’s kind of abducting me so I guess playing nice is off the table.

Plus, the wound isn’t that big at all.

Somehow, I’m disappointed that I wasn’t able to cause more damage even though I gave it my everything, putting all my might into that swing.

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