Page 21 of Unhinged Obsession

I clenched my hands in my lap while listening to his diabolical plans. I don't feel very good right now. His gaze penetrated me as if he could see right through to my soul.

"If I am out of the country on an assignment, I expect you to accompany me on the trip. My ownership of you doesn't stop when I leave the states. There's no reason you couldn't travel with me. I will pay someone to care for your cat while we are abroad. You work from home anyway."

This creep did his homework!

I swallow the huge knot in my throat. My hearts galloping in my chest. God, this is crazy. I don’t want to make either choice. My legs are shaking, and my head feels woozy. My anxiety is kicking in, twisting my stomach into knots. I have tunnel vision, and everything looks blurry. The room starts to spin and spiral; then, I feel myself slumping over on the couch. Everything goes black.

Atlas

I tried to break the news to my beautiful captive as gently as possible. I guess she didn’t like what I had to say. She was leaning over the couch, her head flopped to the side. I observed her for a minute before I got up and gently laid her down. I tapped her lightly on each cheek, bringing her to.

She looked at me in a daze, her eyes unfocused.

“W-what happened?”

I smile at her, hoping to keep her relaxed.

“You just passed out, that is all. You will be fine. Do you need something to drink?”

She nods her head.

“Yes, please. My mouth feels like the Sahara Desert. I feel like I can't swallow. The kitchen is right around the corner. There is some ginger ale in the fridge. Would you mind grabbing me a bottle? I feel dizzy and too weak to get up.”

I looked at her, grinning.

"I know where the kitchen is.”

Of course, he knows the layout of my house. How silly of me to think otherwise!

“I take it you are going to be a good girl and stay put while I grab your soda, right?”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head.

“Are you serious right now? I feel like I am dying; I can hardly stand, and you think I am going to run? Where the hell would I go, anyway? You are armed, unlike me. I am not going anywhere. I will be right here when you get back. The kitchen is only one room away. I doubt I will have time to leave before you tackle me."

I smirked at her. I am ninety-nine percent sure she will try to get away from me. I don’t trust her at all, but I will give her the benefit of the doubt.

If she wants to run, she can. I will hunt her down, and she won’t have a choice but to come with me. On second thought, I hope she runs; then, she will go home with me tonight. I am eager to turn her into my obedient little fuck doll, anyway. My cock is looking forward to it.

“You stay put like a good girl while I grab your drink, but I warn you, if you try anything stupid, Iwill take you over my knee and tan that little ass of yours. Do you understand me?”

Kitlyn

God, this man truly is coo-coo for cocoa puffs.

My mouth gaped open, and I nodded, knowing very well I wasn't going to stick around to be used as a sex slave. Of course, I want to get the hell away from this deranged whack job. I will not sit here and allow him to take me. I am a fighter and always have been.

I can get out the door in one minute. It will take him at least two to three minutes to get to the kitchen and grab my soda. I can get off this couch in one second, be out the door in another second, and head towards the woods.

The only thing that may slow me down is having to run in my slippers. They fit perfectly, but there isn't much cushion at the bottom of them. It will make it more difficult to escape, and I don’t have the opportunity to try to put my sneakers on. I’d never get out the door in time.

Fuck it, I’ll take my chances.

I know the odds are stacked against me, but I'd be sealing my fate if I did nothing. If he kills me, so be it. I don’t want to live my life as a slave to some weird psychopath, anyway.

He smiled, then went to grab a soda from the fridge.

I can’t believe he left me alone, the dumb fuck.