Page 115 of Their Stolen Obsession

I needed to move on and try life my way. Without my phantoms, without anyone, and see if I was better off, but every creak in the loneliness made me wary. Any screwed up dream I had made me awaken and frightened to go back to sleep without their arms around me. The absence of their embrace made me more alone than I had ever been while in captivity. I was completely alone until my cell phone chimed, making me jump and peer down at my device.

Unknown:

These days without you are absolute hell, sweetheart. Come back.

I sighed out loud.Sin.He was the only man to call me by that nickname, and my heart skipped a fucking beat.

Don’t let Sin get to you, Liv.

Me:

No.

Unknown:

I wasn’t fucking asking.

Me:

Don’t you ever tire of bossing people around, Sin?

Unknown:

Nope. Especially when I know I’m right. Get your pretty, tight ass back where you belong.

I got out of bed.

Me:

Can’t you find someone else to bug?

Unknown:

Nope. Never. Because all I want isyou and Saint does too.

I threw a fresh blouse over my head, and a citrus scent made my nose itch. A sneeze escaped, followed by anotherachoountil the repetitive outburst ended.

Another text came through.

Unknown:

I bet my best friend is watching you as we speak. Maybe I am too.

I peeked out of my window. My heart beat faster, eyes searching through the busy street, as I expected to find both men watching over me. Sin and Saint were nowhere in sight, but they were there. Somewhere, somehow, following my every move. My gut screamed at me that it was true, and my mind knew they would be because they were stalkers through and through. They had gained a thrill for the hunt as they stalked my every move, and their predatory tendencies were in their blood. These possessed men understood no other direction, broke all the rules, and didn’t give a damn about who they hurt. Even I was at risk of their malicious antics and their destructive, irrational behaviors.

I found myself caught in the middle of everything as I desperately tried to escape, but I didn’t think I’d succeed. Especially with Sin and Saint unable to back down. They had let me leave them, but they wouldn’t go away. Their invisible chokehold on megrasped tighter with each passing day, and I had to loosen their death grip.

Frustrated with each passing moment, I typed.

Me:

Fuck off. Go away.

An instant response.

Unknown:

Liv, Liv, Liv… You know we can’t do that, little obsession. The heart wants what the heart wants. We’ve had you one too many times to stop. You’re in our blood, seeping through every vein, and we won’t give up on you being with us. You’re ours, remember?