Obsession

Obsession

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Nora Brown was my everything, she was the first woman I loved, truly loved, she was my obsession and I was under an illusion that that's how she felt too, but my fantasy shattered when she had me locked in a prison cell. In a cage at first I felt like a trapped animal, but then I used that time to think in how many ways i could hurt her, I was going to make her pay because I knew each one of her weaknesses and I had every plan to use it against her and love every second of it.

Summary

Nora Brown was my everything, she was the first woman I loved, truly loved, she was my obsession and I was under an illusion that that's how she felt too, but my fantasy shattered when she had me locked in a prison cell.
In a cage at first I felt like a trapped animal, but then I used that time to think in how many ways i could hurt her, I was going to make her pay because I knew each one of her weaknesses and I had every plan to use it against her and love every second of it.

Chapter16 (v.1) - Sixteen

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Submitted: January 13, 2021

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I follow Victor inside, on my hands and knees and I keep my face down to avoid looking at someone. It's more humiliating than I thought it'd be and the tail stroking my legs with every step is only rubbing it in my face.

The music playing is safari by Selena and I think back to times I danced to this song.

Victor tugs the leash and I realise I'm too slow. For a second I'm tempted to just walk out but then the rational side of my brain tells me it won't end up well for me.

Once Victor is seated, I kneel beside him, still focusing on my hands.

"You've got a pretty slave. Is it the same slut who wronged you?" A gruff voice asks and I want to look at him but I don't, knowing it's better this way.

Surprisingly, Victor ignores the man but he isn't done speaking, "You're setting an example, Maistre. Your father must be proud."

This time I see Victor clench his fist. I think if this man continues, this fist would be flying at his face. One thing I know is Victor never speaks of his father, at first I used to pester him about it but then I realised it's his choice.

"Victor Maistre, finally you show up." Another voice says.

"I wanted to pay Liam a visit myself." Victor answers and the next sentence makes my blood run cold, "Before he's killed."

He doesn't say dies, he says killed. I swallow as it dawns on me that these people are criminals. Whenever I try to make peace with my situation and try to handle it, something new pushes me back down

"Stay here Nora. I have a surprise for you too." He says and ties my leash to a table.

I grip his leg, it's an instinct really. I don't want to be left alone with these people, Victor isn't a nice man but lesser evil of the two and all that.

He pats my head like I'm a dog and I recoil, making him grip my hair hard enough to get the message across.

"Stay."

I want to throw something at him but I don't, releasing a breath and looking away in hopes of calming myself.

"I see he's not tamed you yet." It's the same man Victor ignored.

"I'm not a pet." I can't help but say.

"You will become one." He assures me, "You will jump when he says so, even bark like a bitch for him." He sneers the last part and for the first time I look up, I want this man to see the disgust on my face. He's sick and he doesn't deserve the respectful downward gaze.

Although kneeling, I hold his gaze as I respond, "Keep wishing for that day. I broke him, I will fix him."

He laughs heartily, the sound louder than the music, "We see how well that is going." He laughs some more and then he speaks again, matter-of-factly, "He was barely holding onto a shred and your betrayal pushed him far too away for returning, lose the silly hope and get used to your life. It'll be much easier for you that way."

"Giving away my life and my freedom would be easier? Just who do you think you are?"

He grips my chin and bends at my eye level, "Don't forget your place, slave. I'm not the one kneeling on the floor."

I try to break myself free but his grip is relentless. When he does release me my jaw aches badly but he's not done.

He grips my hair and pulls my head back before kissing me on the lips harshly. It's sloppy and disgusting, his hands grope my body as I push him away but he bites my lip in response.

I cry out, feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

"And you called me a bitch." I spit at him.

He raises his hand to hit me and I shut my eyes waiting for it but the blow never comes.

I look up to see Victor holding his arm which he twists and the man cries out.

"How many times have I told you to stay away from my matters Dan?" He's still holding his arm at a weird angle which is making Dan grunt and twist in pain.

"I was teaching her her place! Maistre, that's it! She needed a lesson."

"I don't remember asking you to deliver it." He then forces the man on his knees in front of me and I cramble back as far as my leash lets me.

"See that collar, Dan? That means she is my property. And you." He pulls him back up from the same arm and Dan yells in pain, "You made a huge mistake touching it."

The music is no longer playing and I see quite a few people have gathered to witness the commotion. I realise Victor and I are not the only couple with leash and collar. Other's are weirdly dressed too in collars and some even naked!

Next thing I hear is the sound of bones crunching as Victor twists Dan's arm and uses his knee to....break it? He broke this man's arm?

By the screams and the way Dan's arm is handing loosely, it's clear that he broke it.

My eyes are wide with fear and I tug at my leash, somehow trying to unfasten it so I can get far away from this scene and these people.

Victor comes to my aid and once I'm free he hands me a tissue. I look at him questioningly and he says, "Go to the bathroom. Clean up your lip it's bleeding still."

I stand up on shaky legs, Dan's scream still ringing in my ears as he softly cries, curled in a ball on the floor.

"Do as I said and return. Anything else and you'll be wearing a black dress soon enough." I hear the message loud and clear.

Once in the bathroom, I look at my lips and theres blood on my chest even. I didn't realise it was that bad.

As I put the tissue on it and grab some more to clean my chest, a woman grips my arm.

I jump a feet in air because I'm already scared out of my mind.

"Help me please." She whispers, "If you have a phone let me call my family." She's naked and has so many whip marks on her body that I can barely see her skin. She's also bald and her hands are trembling, cold and sweaty on my skin. The tears in her eyes make me hate what I'm about to do but I've got enough on my plate as it is.

"I... I can't do that." I free my arm from her and back away. I need to get the hell out of this place.

"You can! You're with Maistre. If there's anyone in this place who can do this, it's you."

"That's exactly the problem. I'm with Victor Maistre. If I let you call your family he'll kill mine."

"He won't! Everybody here knows your story. If that's what he wanted you'd be six feet under by now along with your family."

"He knows death is an easy way out for a person like me. Why not hurt me and have the satisfaction of watching me actually pay for my actions?"

"Did he really hurt you till now? Look at yourself and look at me." At this point I can't argue. Looking at this sorrowful sobbing girl, I cave in.

"Okay but make it quick. Nobody should find out."

She calls and speaks in another language just some words and then hands me my phone, giving me a wide smile before she goes back out.

I wait a minute and leave, planning to make a bee line for exit door but on my way I spot Abigail, naked and kneeling at a man's feet. A man who's sitting right across Victor.

What the fuck?


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