Deadly Obsession - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

What is it about death that fascinates me so?

It’s like a release of sorts. When I inflict it on others, I feel free. I feel the most in control. Everything about their existence revolves around me. My eyes sweep over what remains of my parent’s bodies. I chuckle at the word. To call them remains is putting it very lightly.

There’s nothing left of them. Just the fleshy remains inside of their clothing. Their body parts are strewn across the floor. The walls, the ceiling, and the floor is soaked in their blood. It isn’t enough for me. I want more. More death. More punishment. I want more of their screams. More of their pleading.

I stare down at what’s left of my father’s body, a smile finding its way onto my lips. My gaze wanders to my mother’s remains. I feel nothing for them. I only feel happiness; a happiness so wonderful that it manifests itself in the form of laughter.

After a moment I drop the saw in my hand, the loud thud echoing through the house. My hands are shaking from the rush of pleasure through my veins. I want more, so much more. I need more. I need blood. Death.

I slowly make my way towards my bedroom trying to calm my breathing. For once, the house is silent. The sounds of my parents fighting and abuse don’t cloud the hallways. My feet carry me straight to the cloet where I left Charlie and I don’t hesitate as I slowly slide the door open and find her lying on the floor.

She’s still unconscious, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath she takes. I take in her delicate form in newfound fascination. Beautiful doesn’t begin to explain her. She’s stunning. From her chocolate curls to her pouty bottom lip… and those eyes. All these years she watched me with those exotic eyes. All those times she blushed around me.

I groan aloud as I recall the telling her all about my sexual exploits. She would grow red and act embarrassed. All this time I thought it was because at the time, Charlie himself hadn’t had sex yet. But I was wrong. It was because I was talking to a female. A small, fragile female.

No.

Fragile is an insult. She’s strong. All those times she urged me to be strong and not to worry about her, when all I should have been doing was worrying about her.

I train my eyes on the slow rise and fall of her chest taking a step deeper into the closet. I kneel to where she lays studying her features. Her lashes are so thick, her skin creamy and flawless. I reach out running my fingers through her hair. Just as I imagined. It’s soft.

All this time… she’s been here all this time… with me.

I make my way towards the door as something clutches my chest. It’s a foreign feeling. Irritation fills me at my lack of understanding. What am I feeling? All of these emotions are foreign to me. I feel… betrayal.

Was she pretending all this time? All she ever cared about was keeping her family safe. I couldn’t imagine what that would feel like, the need to protect someone. I did once, but that ended last night when I realized that person never existed. She didn’t even trust me enough to tell me.

Not only do I feel betrayal, but something stronger. Something primal and instinctual.

Possession.

I want her. The longer I study her, the stronger the need grows.

I want her for myself. All to myself. Mine to control, to impose my will upon.

Finding out that she’s been lying to me all these years pulls a rage out of me I can’t control. The fact that she’s a woman changes everything. My feelings towards women have never been on the upswing. And Charlie has always known that. But what do I do now that Charlie has turned out to be a woman?

My mind shifts to my mother. The woman that gave me life. The first woman I was ever supposed to love, who was supposed to protect me. She never did. She only ever broke me down and destroyed me, creating the monster I am today. She’s the root of all evil. All women are. They have their own vendettas.

Now that my parent’s are dead it’s time for me to move on with my life. The real dilemma is, do I take Charlie with me? Or do I let her go? My gaze travels to her unconscious form. Maybe I should just kill her. She’s of no use to me. I hate the thought of killing her though. She’s everything to me. She’s the only person I’ve ever cared for other than myself. Even if she was a female the entire time, the memories we made together were real. The training, the bonding… all of it. I rub my temples from the fresh headache that threatens my skull and stand up.

The blood that once belonged to my parent’s has crusted to my skin and in my hair. I silently make my way to the shower, my mind drifting as I approach. Just as I start the water, a blood curdling scream echoes through the house. I turn off the water, my muscles tense as I run in the direction of the scream. It came from the living room.

I step in a puddle of blood as I approach, stopping when I spot Charlie. She’s standing in the middle of the room looking around in horror. Her eyes are wide and her hands are plastered over her mouth, shaking with her body. After too much staring, she finally hunches over, vomitting.

I make my way towards her, and at the sound of footsteps her gaze whips in my direction. Wide and frightened. She immediately steps back, her breathing becoming frantic. I slow my steps raising my hands to show her I mean no harm. But she’s barely focused on me. Her gaze keeps switching from my parents remains to me.

“Charlie...” Her gaze falls back to me and she just stares. I slowly make my way towards her, gently grabbing her forearms, and she lets me.

“W-wha... did you do this…?” she whispers. I nod my head.

“Oh my...” She trails off, placing her hand over her mouth, letting out more vomit. I immediately jump out of the way, not wanting to be caught in the splash zone. Once she’s finished, I step towards her grabbing her around her shoulders before looking into her eyes. I can see fear in her eyes. For me.

It’s something I haven’t seen there since we were kids.

So I decide not to speak. I lead her gently to the bathroom, turning on the shower. Steam slowly begins to fill the room from the heat and as I remove my clothes, she whips away from me, her cheeks bright red. I chuckle to myself.

“You’ve seen me naked plenty of times,” I say.

“Yeah… but that was different,” she whispers.

I scoff at her response pulling her towards me. She doesn’t protest as I slowly pull her top over her head, and watch in fascination as her petite breasts slowly fall from the fabric. Although she’s skinny from years of neglect, I can still see the curve of her hips that gives her a feminine figure. I begin to pull her pants down but her hands fly up, stopping me.

I don’t say a word as I brush her hands aside, removing the pants. She’s still bleeding. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight as I try and gather my thoughts. She’s been binding her breasts and wearing large clothing all this time so that no one would find out. I honestly find it so strange to even look at her as a girl. In my mind, she’s been a boy. But now, there’s no denying she’s a woman.

I keep my hands wrapped around her arms, pulling her under the warm spray of the water with me. I watch in a trance as her dark hair falls slick against her shoulders. Even as the water beats down on those strands, the large curls still shine through. I reach out, pushing her strands away from her shoulders and it slips through my fingers. Each time I look into those deep blue irises, she’s watching me.

I silently pull her onto the floor of the bathtub letting the water cascade over us. I place my forehead against hers and just breathe, closing my my eyes and letting my thoughts disappear. No more thinkking.

When I open them, I’m met with that exotic gaze. I find myself constantly getting lost in that gaze. She’s watching me, but the more I study her, the less I’m sure if it’s fear. It’s comfort. Love.

I place my hand on the back of her neck, keeping it locked in place before I speak.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She tries to look away, but can’t.

“I… I was scared. You saw me as your brother all this time. I didn’t want to ruin that. I didn’t want to lose you. You’re all I have,” she says in a broken whisper. There are tears falling down her face as she speaks.

My eyes travel odwn her torso to her breasts. Before I even realize, I’m reaching out to caress them. My fingers trail from her breast to her collarbone, tracing the delicate surface. I continue to move my hand down past her breasts to her stomach, flattening my palm against the smooth plane. She doesn’t stop me. Her body lightly tenses, but beyond that she says nothing.

What do I do now? I want her with me forever, but the whole point of me getting out was to return her to her family. That was when I thought she was a boy though. Now, she’s a woman. My woman.

I bring my hand up to cup her jaw and after a moment of silence, she looks at me, capturing me again.

“You’re all I have too, Charlie. I’ll never let you go.”

And I meant it. I can feel my primal and most basic instinct building up inside of me. But I don’t care. I want her. And everything she could give me. She’s mine now and I am never going to let her go.

* * * * *

1 Week Later.

I pull up to the massive home that belongs to Lorenzo Pasquino. Luca told me he could be found here. So here I am. After getting everything settled with Charlie, I decided to take Luca’s offer. There’s nothing more behind me. The past is the past, and all I have now is the future to think about.

In the days following their deaths, I’ve been trying to feel some remorse for what I did to my parents. But I don’t. Not in the slightest. Charlie hasn’t been adjusting very well either. She’s shut down emotionally. That’s why I felt today was a good day to leave her alone. I have no experience in dealing with women’s emotions. Some days she sits quietly by the window, not saying anything. And other days she never leaves my side.

A maid opens the door, with her head down. She’s a little on the younger side. And I can only imagine what her actually purpose here is. I highly doubted she even cleans.

She leads me into the house, to a room and I can hear Luca talking to someone.

“I know you, Nicolai. Something is holding you back.” I step into the room just as Luca is tossing a towel over the man, I’m assuming is Nicolai’s, head. As if sensing my presence Luca looks my direction, a smile crawling onto his face. He begins walking towards me.

“Glad you decided to take me up on my offer.” He holds his hand out as he approaches me giving me a firm shake in greeting.

“Come. Let me introduce you to Nicolai,” he says.

I walk quietly trying to get some sort of read on Luca, but I can’t. We walk towards Nicolai who is still kneeling on the floor as we approach. He’s sweating and bruised. I want to scoff at him. He looks weak. I despise the weak. The tolerance that I’ve generated for him is zero.

“Nicolai, I’d like you to meet the newest member of our team. Romelo. I’ve known him since we were both babies and he’s the perfect person to complete the team.” I stare him down letting him know I don’t like him. He holds his hand out to me.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I stare at his palm. There’s no way in hell I’m shaking it. I have no respect for him. Luca’s laugh brings me out of my thoughts.

“He’s not much of a people person now, but he’ll be better in time.” I catch the underlying message in that sentence. I had better learn to get along with Nicolai or my time is over. There can’t be any issues between us, especially when we are going to be relying on each other.

Nicolai slowly stands while trying to catch his breathing. A sound comes from the hallway and we all turn to see what it is. Eli Trovoli passes by the doorway with a young girl close behind him and I take note that Luca tenses next to me.

“I’ll be back I have some business to take care of,” he growls. I watch him as he leaves the room.

“So... Um, Romelo. What brings you here?” Nicolai’s voice comes out of the silence and I look at him keeping my face clean of any emotion. I don’t know him at all and that’s reason enough for me not to trust him.

“Opportunity,” I say. He frowns a little but continues to study me.

“Hey! You’re that kid that was in the news a few weeks ago.. I-I’m sorry, man. I couldn’t imagine going through something like that.” I’m looking around the room, scoping out the area, not bothering to look at him. He’s speaking about my parents. He clearly doesn’t know what’s going on.

“Don’t be. I’m not,” I say truthfully. If I could go back and do it again I would. But I would keep them alive longer, just to drag out their torture.

“Well... I hope they find who did it soon so justice can be served,” he says. I scoff at him.

“They won’t find anything,” I say.

“How can you be so sure?”

I turn to Nicolai, letting the smile that was beginning to surface show as I think back to the night of their deaths. It’s obvious that he doesn’t know what truly happened, just like everyone else. Luca did a good job of covering it up.

“I killed them,” I say. I don’t bother waiting for his reaction. I walk away. I came to let Luca know I was taking his offer and that’s it. Now, I have to get back to Charlie.

~

I silently step into my new home. It’s brand new. Charlie and I are the first people to live in it. I still have some personalizing to do to it, but I have plenty of time for that in the future.

I immediately go in search of Charlie. I’ve given her space since we moved in, and now it’s time to end that. She belongs to me now. I need her to understnad that. She’s my responsibility now. I can no longer hide the man that I am. It’s time she learns the truth.

“Charlie.”

I don’t have to wait long. I hear her footsteps before I see her. She rounds the corner, looking at me with those wide eyes. That’s all she ever does. I think on some level she still fears me since she knows what I’m capable of. I told her plenty of stories when she was still chained to that wall. But she’s never had to witness it for herself until the night of my parents.

I watch with interest the way her body moves. She’s so hesitant. She’s wearing a simple, light sundress that comes to her knees. I try and make her eat a little more each day so that her body will fill out.

“Charlie.” I call out. I don’t have to wait long. I hear her footsteps, before I see her. She rounds the corner, looking at me with wide eyes. That’s all she ever did. I think on some level she feared me, since she was what I was capable of. I had always told her the stories when she was chained to that wall, but she never had to witness it for herself.

She silently appraoches me, her footsteps faltering when she sees whats in my hands.

“Come here,” I say. She blinks but follows my directions, making her way towards me. I pull her gently onto the couch, making her sit on the ottoman in front of me.

I lift what’s in my hand. A collar, decorated in diamonds. Maybe I’m a bastard for making her weat it. But the thought of it around her throat brings me a pleasant feeling inside.

“Do you understand why you’re here with me?” I ask. She nods her head slowly.

“I meant what I said. I’m not letting you go. Ever,” I say. I bring the collar up and I notice that she tenses, but she doesn’t stop me. I silently latch it around her throat, lcoking it in place. I’m the only person that can remove it. She’ll find that out soon enough.

I know she wants an explanation from me, but I’m not a man of words. I’m a man of action. I grab her around the arm, pulling her towards the front door and she silently follows.

The sun is shining brightly in the sky, the clouds parting perfectly for the blue of the sky to peek through. I continue towards the edge of the fence and when we finally reach, Charlie cries out in pain, dropping to her knees. She scrambles away from the fence, holding her throat with wide eyes.

“What?” she whispers.

I love seeing her like this. Completely at my mercy. I kneel next to her, caressing her jaw.

“You belong to me from now on. If you ever try and leave, you will be electrocuted. If you manage to make it past the gate that,” I motion to the collar,” will kill you.”

“No one is to touch you ever again. No one is to look at you. No one is to speak to you except for me. I am all that you will have in your life. I am your life from now on. Is that clear?”

Her shocked gaze widens with each word I speak, only fueling my position.

“I meant what I said. I will never let you go.”

I place my fingers under her chin, tilting her head up so that she can look me in the eyes. I’m pleased she hasn’t started crying. She knows how I feel about tears and begging.

“Do you understand?” I ask. She slowly nods her head, but it isn’t enough for me. I need more.

“Tell me who you belong to. Tell me who owns you,” I growl.

She continues watching me and I can see the war raging behind those exotic blue irises. She wants to argue. She wants to plead. But she knows me. She knows what I am capable of. And she proves it with her next words.

“You, Romelo.”