Page 67 of Unhinged Obsession

I don’t think anyone can match Atlas’ height. We even played beauty salon when he gave me a mani and a pedi. I love the dark-red polish he chose forme. Too bad I couldn’t go anywhere to show off my beautiful manicure.

I have been stuck in this fucking bedroom for nine days now, and I am getting cabin fever. I need some air. When I raised my concerns to Joey about being Atlas’ plaything and prisoner, he told me I might as well make the best of it because there was no way out.

His brother was adamant about keeping me and taking me to an isolated island in a few months.

I tried to get as much information from him as possible about Atlas, but he disclosed little. He made it a point to tell me that Atlas has a nasty temper and that it was best not to push him too far.

I showed him the welts on my ass. He didn’t seem to be shocked when he saw them. I assume he is aware of his brothers' sexual preferences. I guessed right away that he was gay, so I had no issue showing him my bare bottom.

I knew he wouldn't be interested in penetrating any opening in my body. As wonderful as Joey was, I had to make my plan to get the fuck out of here. Everything is locked up, making escape impossible.

I couldn’t access the remote to the main doors, and no one could get in or out of my room without pressing Atlas or Joey's hand on the pad.

I would have to gain both of their trust, so either or both would let me out into the main house, where I could map out my escape plan. Then there was the damn tracker he put into my arm. I planned to get to a nearby hospital and have them remove it once I broke free from this damn prison.

I was going to have to go to the police and tell them I had been kidnapped. I would need them to escort me to the hospital to have the tracker removed.

I highly doubt Atlas would arrive at the police station or the hospital to take me back. That would be too risky. I couldn’t go back home because he knew my address.

I would have to leave the state and start fresh somewhere else. I knew he wouldn’t kill me now, but I wasn’t too sure what he would do to me if he caught me after I escaped.

I didn't even want to entertain the thought. Becca had to know I was missing by now. I don’t know if the police are even looking for me.

I have zero access to the news or any electronic devices, so I have no clue what is happening outside. Even though this sucks, at least he let me keep my cat. I know I traded my dignity for the animal, but it was worth it.

I needed my pet to keep me sane. When Atlas spends time with me in my room, he allows Tuna into the main house, so he doesn’t bother us. That cat does not know how lucky he is to be able to leave this fucking room.

I know he sends Joey here to keep me company. He is almost like a fun girlfriend. I feel bad that I will have to betray his trust, but I want my life back. Being confined in here is making me insane. I want out.

Atlas interrupted my thoughts when he walked in with breakfast. I haven’t been eating much this past week. My appetite is nearly gone.

Other than the fucked-up BDSM session, my kidnapper hasn’t mistreated me at all. He hasbeen quite attentive since he sent me into orbit while blasting my ass with his belt last week. I think being cooped up in this fucking room is making me depressed. I have been feeling antsy.

Too much stress piled on at once.

I am afraid I may start cutting myself again. I need to release the darkness that is leaking into my psyche like Chinese water torture. Drip. Drip. Drip. It's nerve-racking. I am not the type of person who can sit and read or play with Tuna all day with nothing else to keep me occupied.

My anxiety doesn’t allow me to live such a lackadaisical existence. I need things to keep me busy, so my head won’t explode into an endless trail of useless thoughts. I looked at Atlas. If I am reading him correctly, his handsome features show a slight look of concern. He is in a serious mood this morning. Usually, he comes in wearing a smile.

He set the tray with bacon, eggs, fruit, coffee, and juice on the desk. “Good morning, Kitlyn. I've brought you a nice breakfast. I hope you will eat a little more than you have this past week.” I continued staring at him while sitting on the mattress, looking shocked.

“Wow! You addressed me by my real name instead of the usual demeaning Kitten and pet names you prefer to call me.”

He sat beside me on the bed, unresponsive to my little dig, while grabbing a strand of my loose hair and twirling it between his fingers.

“I am becoming a little concerned about your eating habits. You barely touch anything I bring. I don’t want you to become weak or get sick from lack ofnutrition. How can I play with a weak little kitten if you don't eat?"

He grinned at me, his grey eyes twinkling in the rooms glow. I certainly didn't appreciate his twisted humor, but I kept silent.

"Kitten, I need you to eat this food. I will sit with you until you clean up at least half of what you have in front of you.”

I felt a spark of anger shoot through my body, but I kept myself in check because of the deal I made with him for Tuna. Thank God he hasn’t annoyed me this past week. I am sure I would have erupted eventually if he did. I mean, who the hell can stay in a constant state of rage?

Eventually, the steam must escape from somewhere. I know he is just dying for me to blow my cork so he can take the belt or some other device and whip my ass with it.

He still hasn’t made me submit to the last two punishments I owe him. I am thankful for that. I’m hoping he forgot about them, but I know better. He’s just biding his time. I chose my words carefully, hoping he would at least understand how I felt, although I highly doubted he would.

The man is all about his needs, well, most of the time.