Deadly Obsession - Chapter 8 (Patreon)

Charlie.

Am I a bad person because I don’t miss my real parents? They never truly cared about me. All they ever did was reprimand me.

“Be quiet.”

“Sit still.”

“We have your father’s career to think about!”

I had to be good girl all the time. I was being a good girl when I was taken. I was staying quiet. We were giving out campaign flyers. And I was a bad girl because I asked for ice cream. The anger in my mothers eyes is one that haunts me to this day. I’ll never forget her last words to me.

“Charlie, stop being a nuisance right now, this is more important than ice cream!” She then jerked me to a table, sitting me down and pointing in my face like I was a dog.

“Stay,” she snapped before walking away. Little did I know that was the last time I was ever going to see her. Or my father. The woman that took me was crazy. She told me if I made a sound she would kill me.

She chopped my hair off and put me in unflattering clothing, telling me that if I told anyone she would kill my family. I didn’t want that I loved my parents. So I did as I was told, and ended up in her psychotic home with her husband and son.

Her husband was abusive and her son was terrifying. Looking at him was like looking into a pit of death. It was terrifying. He seemed void of emotion and empathy. He even told me he was going to kill me. I believed him too. He hated me. He hated everything about me and I didn’t know why.

But as the years progressed, we grew closer together and grew to love and depend on each other. I grew to love him. And he did the exact opposite of his threats that first day. He protected me. I’ll never forget that night I was sure I was going to die of starvation, but he fed me. I was going to tell him the truth too. I was going to tell him that I was actually a girl. He deserved to know. But his parents came in, and his mother chained me in the basement.

She held a knife to my face, telling me if I told him, she would kill him and my family. She knew my feelings for him were different now. She knew that I cared for him. All those times he would brag to me about all those different women, I would feel jealousy and anger. But I had no right to feel that way. He thought of me as his little brother.

When I got older and started developing breasts, his mother’s rage was unmatched. She beat me, cut my hair again, and bound my chest tight. Every time something would appear on me giving away that I was a female, she would become angry, claiming that I was ruining her chance.

I was binding my breasts when her husband discovered I was a female. And that didn’t end well for me. I had no idea what sex was until Romelo told me about it. And what it entailed. I planned on losing my virginity to Romelo, when I told him the truth. But his father beat him to it. Several times.

Each time I tried to fight back, but I wasn’t strong enough. I lost miserably every time. I screamed and begged someone to save me, and the last time, Romelo almost did. If only he had been a little earlier. His father threatened me, the same way his mother did. That if I told he would kill Romelo.

As I look back, I think on some level they feared Romelo as well. They could see the darkness lurking in their son’s soul.

I was never going to tell him. I felt it was my job to protect him. But I started my period in his bed. The look of shock and betrayal that was in his eyes will haunt me forever.

He looked at me like he didn’t know me. And like he hated me.The same way he did the first day I arrived. He knocked me unconscious, and when I awoke his parents remains were strewn across the living room. It was something out of a horror film. There was blood and limbs everywhere.

Romelo made good on his promise. He took me out of the hell hole and dragged me into a new one. His own personal one. I don’t know what to expect from him anymore. He’s a different person. I don’t mind, however. In my own twisted way, I know it’s his way of loving me. And I know in my own way, I will always love him.

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“Charlie.”

I jump from my seat by the window turning to face the sound of my name. Romelo is standing in the archway watching me. He comes to where I am on the couch, taking a seat next to me. I watch him warily trying to decipher his mood today. He’s unpredictable and that scares me.

“I have company tonight.”

I look up just as a woman in heels walks by, adjusting her hair. She doesn’t even glance in our direction as she makes her way towards Romelo’s room. I feel anger rip through me. Romelo has never touched me since we moved out here.

I don’t know why that is. He always brings women over, or some nights he doesn’t come home. But when he has women over, they always leave shocked and terrified. And that’s if they leave.

I nod my head and he leans into me, giving me a soft kiss on my forehead. It’s something he’s become accustomed to doing. He doesn’t say another word to me as he stands to leave the room, going in the direction the woman went.

* * * * *

I’m sleeping in my room when I hear a blood curdling scream. I jolt awake in bed, listening.

“You’re fucking crazy! I’m calling the c-” A loud thud sounds and I hear the deep timber of Romelo’s voice but I can’t decipher what he’s saying. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out what I’m hearing. Another thud sounds and then there’s nothing. After a few minutes of silence, I hear the door to my room open and footsteps. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to pretend I’m asleep.

“Charlie, I know you’re awake.” I tense, and turn slowly sitting up in bed. Romelo is standing in my room, naked. He tilts his head, telling me to follow him before exiting my room. I slowly get out of bed following him. He’s going into his room. I follow him through his room and to the bathtub, which has running water and steam filling the air.

I spot Romelo in the corner watching me with his emotionless gaze. I can’t help but wonder if he realizes that he’s gazing at me like that. I notice the small twitch of the corner of his mouth as he takes steps towards me.

He grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling me towards the edge of the tub, and begins stripping my clothing. I don’t stop him. There’s no point. He owns me.

Romelo is smart in his possession of my life. He doesn’t make threats. He’s a man of action. This collar around my throat can only be removed by him. I found that out the hard way. If I ever wanted to escape, this thing would kill me no sooner than I would make it five feet away from the fence.

He steps into me, reaching around my throat to pull the collar off. My hands shift out of reaction to rub the area but he grips my arms roughly, staring at me with a threatening glare. I slowly lower my hands, understanding his silent command immediately. He’s on a short fuse tonight. I can tell by his lack of emotion.

He steps into the tub, pulling me with him. The water is warm as he pulls me down, placing me between his legs to that he’s wrapped around my body from behind. I try and think of anything else besides his currently erect penis that’s pressing into my back.

The room is silent except for the movement of the water. His fingers are beneath the surface slowly trailing up and down my stomach, to my breasts and back down.

“Do you love me?” he asks.

“Of course,” I whisper.

He chuckles softly at my response and I don’t even register his free hand coming up my torse until it rests just over my throat. Without warning, his hand clasps tightly around my throat, cutting off my airway. I immediately begin to struggle. My hands come up to pry at his fingers, but his hand that was caressing my body just so happens to be in the perfect position to restrain me. I struggle and struggle but its no use. He’s stronger.

I can’t brace myself against anything, because I’m literally floating in the tub. I’m at his complete mercy. My world begins to darken just as my ears roar from lack of oxygen when he finally lets go of me. I move out of his grasp, trying to catch my breathing but he seizes the moment to use my momentum against me. As soon as I’m on all fours, he shoves me under the water. I feel his knees on top of my arms, pinning them in place as more and more air leaves my lungs. I’m screaming under water, for help from someone. Anyone.

I can’t even begin to understand why he’s doing this to me.

His fingers thread roughly through my hair, yanking my head out of the water. I cough and scream all in the same breath. Romelo flips me over, pressing my body against the edge of the tub. His eyes move frantically across my face, and I can’t even slow my breathing down. I’m panting in a panic, afraid of what he might do next.

His hand cups my jaw and leans in, giving me a soft kiss on my cheek. A loud whimper of fear escapes my lips, and I can feel his smile against my cheek when he hears the sound.

He leans back, capturing me in his terrifying gaze. His eyes are crystal blue as they gaze down at me. They aren’t inviting. They aren’t comforting. They’re empty.

Cold.

“Can you feel that… that terror deep in your gut? Remember that. Keep it inside of you. That is just scratching the surface of our life together. You are never leaving here. I promise you if you do, it will be in a body bag.”

His voice causes shivers to run down my spine. He studies me until he’s satisfied with what he sees and stands in the tub, the water running down his body.

“Come here,” he says still watching me. I can’t shake the look of horror etched into my features. I slowly stand, my body involuntarily shaking in fear. And he watches me. For the first time tonight I do see emotion coming from him.

Pleasure.

He takes in my fear-filled state with pleasure. He snatches me into him and I can feel the hard press of his cock pressing against my pelvic bone. He doesn’t seem bothered in the least. He’s watching my reactions.

He silently begins bathing my body, doing so with such care I wouldn’t think he was choking and drowning me only moments ago.

“I know you want me, Charlie.” His eyes travel down to my breasts, and he brings his hand up gently caressing the soft skin. Chills ripple up my spine at the feel of his hand on me so intimately.

“I want you too...”

His hand glides down my stomach, and delves into my folds. My eyes widen and I keep my eyes locked to his to anchor me. It feels strangely pleasant as he knowingly brings my body alive. My hands travel to his grasping his arm to hold me up.

He pushes me into the wall, his lips lingering inches from mine. There are so many emotions running through me right now as he studies me, gauging my reaction. A smile appears on his lips.

“One day, I will have you, Charlie.”

* * * * *

Romelo’s behind me, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist while his hand rests around the base of my throat. His steady breathing tells me he’s asleep.

I once thought that Romelo would never hurt me. But now, I see it was only a matter of when. Romleo is broken. Whatever he could have been died in that ouse with his parents. He’s a fragment of a man now; walking destruction. And I’m caught in the middle of his obsession.

He stirs behind me, pulling me in tighter. Romelo has always been unpredictable, but I see now that I am no exception to his emotions. Maybe that was his point tonight; to make me realize that I am trapped at his mercy until I die.