HIS BROKEN OBSESSION
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He dropped his hands to the side, stepping away, and he voiced. “I’m not sure about having you fucking countless men, Marianne, unless you have chosen to become a whore who is more than willing to please another man’s dick instead of just pleasing one.” He smiled, pushing his hair from his face. I made the conscious decision not to let his words bother me, as it wasn't worth the stress. I said, which got him annoyed further. “I rather please a thousand dicks than yours. So do what you want to me, but I will never marry you.” He suddenly brought out a gun, playfully staring at it and he hint “Not even in a death and life situation.” He aimed the gun directly at me and I took a bold step by moving to him and I pressed my head against the gun. “Then kill me. It has always been my dream to escape from this nightmare.” I was playing with fire, but I won’t back off until we both get burnt. “Pull the trigger.” I breathe. He breath. Both our eyes locked. ****** Kidnapped and sold to a psychopath, a man who finds solace in seeing her in pain while she grips on her remaining hopes of escaping. Marianne finds herself trapped in this endless nightmare with a man who claims to love her by bringing her pain. ***** Trigger warning; This story is not for light-hearted people. Involves very disturbing sex content.
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HIS BROKEN OBSESSION friends, family and foes
“Wow Marianne, where did you know this person? This gown cost more than $30,000 and it’s from a famous brand, too.” Angel gasped at the expensive dress adorn with shiny stones. The dark blue dinner dress with a low neckline and a fitted tight waist, tiny ropes laced the back down to the waist, which would enhance the hips of the person wearing it. It was differently a stunner and most definitely expensive. Marianne held the same drop of a stunning expression, her eyes tightly fixed on the dress. He wasn’t joking when he said that he would get her the most beautiful dress he could lay his hands on. Temporarily short of speech, Marianne could only goggle at the masterpiece. Angel sighed, shaking her head, and spoke. “Did he say what kind of party you will be attending? Because from the look of this dress, it's definitely not an ordinary party.” A total number of four days had passed. Living these four days was probably one of the most peaceful days of her life. After the accident of
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION CRAWLING PAST
Her screams echoed loudly, only to be trapped with the roaring noise booming in the bar. Tears stained her face and fear apprehended her entire being, her breathing harsh. Ezekiel kept his fingers inside of her, feeling the warmness brewing from her sweet hole. He couldn’t understand the reason why he was suddenly attracted to her when there was nothing special about her. She was just like any ordinary Italian girls which he had fucked. Jerry piled out a little laughter. “hehe, I see Mr. Quinns is really interested in her. Why don’t you take one of the upstairs room?” He grin. Beth made an attempt at controlling her tears and her body tried clambering down from the sin of the man’s fingers. Her teary eyes snapped at Ezekiel’s voice, which were based on her eyes, making her breathing reach the sky. He fixed his eyes on her face before reaching that of Jerry’s. He worded. “Take her to my room, get her tied up. I think I will be playing with this one a little.” “Yes, yes, of cour
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION STRAIGHTEN HER AT HIS WILL
Digging her nails into her palms, she gritted her teeth, and she promptly took sharp breaths. She found his eyes as he stared at her with intensity. His manly scent whipped in her nose as his body leaned close to her. She shouldn’t get herself entangled with another person. “I’m sorry if you felt my actions were aiming at that direction. I’m merely worried about you. That’s all, trust me.” His words held sincerity reaching his grey eyes, but for Marianne, it was hard to trust another man. She tightened a smile on her face, burning the dangerous energy. “I’m sorry my emotions got a little out.” She cleared her throat awkwardly. Her head was just a few inches from touching his chest, and he was quick to move back. She pointed out. “I will be taking my leave.” Her job here was done. And she heard Easton’s voice toning out. “Let me drop you off.” He proposed, hoping that she would agree. “No.. No, it’s fine. I don’t want to disturb you again.” she had disrupted his work, and s
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION MEETING HIM AGAIN
Staring at her reflecting face in the mirror, she slowly combed her hair, her eyes hooding with dark circles, puffing with redness, signifying that she didn’t have a wink of sleep throughout the entire night. With a gentle motion, Marianne placed the brush down and found herself unable to tear her eyes away from her own face. No expression ran on her face, but her eyes dripped in dullness and void from life, just like every morning she woke up in that room, in his house. She thought that coming back home would relief her heart, will take down all the weight hanging in her chest, but everything just felt the same probably worst. Her eyes trembled, forcing herself to smile at the mirror. Marianne walked out with a blue jeans and white top, her hair tied in a ponytail over a cap, and she hugged her little bag, when she sighted her mother, packing the untouched food from last night. Since she didn't want to engage in any early morning arguments with anyone, her intention was to le
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION REFLECTING PAINS AND ANGER
Marianne smiled through her tears. The plain white lie lightened the woman’s heart, and it was enough to see. “Really, he let you go. Oh thank the heavens, I can’t begin to imagine what you might have passed through in his hands.” Her words were only the shred of what Marianne had gone through. She held her mother’s hands, trying her best to maintain the smile that threatened to fall from her trembling lips. “Everything is fine now. It’s all behind us, and let’s look at the days ahead.” Marianne looked around the place before looking back at her to ask. “Where Erin? Is she not home?” Eveline sniffed. “She went out with her friends. Why don’t you go up and refresh yourself? Your room is the second one to the right.” Marianne flickered the switch, and the room glowed up, her eyes recklessly scanned the room, looking at things here and there, even though the place was completely different it still held a little familiarity, her things were properly arranged and she felt like tear
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION FEAR OF A MOTHER
Or that he killed his sister. The words echoed in Marianne’s head repeatedly that she could swear that her mind was trying hard to digest what the woman said. She was his mother. Marianne became puzzled as to why she would say something like that. It is true that she is aware of Ezekiel's capability to end someone's life, but to kill his own sister... She paused her thoughts when a familiar scene played in her eyes. And then came a taunting voice. You saw what he did to his own biological father, so what difference does it make between a father and sister? Mrs. Quinn’s lips materialized a dirty grin smirk, “He killed her, his soil his hands with her blood and his doing the same with his father, what kind of psychopath refuses to allow his father undergo a surgery that would save his life.” Ezekiel, the name chanted in her head. In a sudden gesture, Mrs. Quinns reached out and gently grasped Marianne's hands, causing the startled girl to look at her with a mix of wariness and long
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION TRUTH IN LIME LIGHT
Marianne’s face folded with horribleness, her fingers trembling as she felt her heart arching. She stared at the woman again and subconsciously swallowed. Bella, who had no clue why Marianne appeared pale, gently reached out for Marianne's fingers, covering them with her own, and proceeded to ask her with a delicate frown, slowly. “Are…you.” Suddenly Marianne spurred up, forcing the woman’s voice to halt, her eyes finding Marianne. Marianne, in a state of panic, swiftly approached Bella and hastily took back the plastic bag, expressing her apologies. She then abruptly turned and stormed away from the woman. Marianne's fear was evident as her face radiated with terror, causing her to lose concentration. Overwhelmed, she leaned against the wall, clutching her chest, while beads of sweat trickled down her skin. The air around her seemed to intensify the heat, creating a stifling sensation within her body. Marianne extended her arm towards the water dispenser, grasping for it, and t
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION A STEP INTO REALITY
Marianne. When I saw the blood quickly staining his blue shirt, panic instantly overwhelmed me, causing me to tear my eyes away from his wound and call out his name, with my voice trembling in sync with my fear. “Ezekiel.” My hands pressed hard against the firmest of his chest and to my expectations, the man didn’t reply as his breathing only got heavy. “Mar- Marianne.” He mumbled, and I held unto him, seeing that he was choking, unable to grasp on his breath, dragging the air badly and I looked over the window to see that the shooters had retreated, leaving the car in a terrible condition. “Alex! His bleeding badly. We need to take him to a hospital.” I screamed, managing the injured man in my hands, and I heard Ezekiel's voice that brought my teary eyes back to him. “Marianne…. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I don’t think I can make it.” I watched his eyes swaying and in frustration, I yelled back at Alex. “Start the damn car!” His warm liquid reached my hands, and I shoo
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION STAINED RELATIONSHIP
Ezekiel Marianne uneasily twisted the sheets around her body, her eyelashes lowered, daring not to trap her gaze on my piercing dark ones. The love bite, crumbled sheets and the girl who seemed unwilling to start up a conversation with me. I racked my fingers through my hair and sighed out deeply, dragging my breath. Not wanting to get things more complicated than they were, I watched her making her way out, her tiny frame disappearing from my sight. My continuous sights echoed in the room and I stood up in my full glory, naked. While walking to the bathroom, I absentmindedly turned on the showerhead, feeling the clash of water against my skin. In a fit of frustration, I impulsively punched the marble wall. However, one punch didn't seem to be enough, so I continued to fist the wall repeatedly until blood began to flow down its surface. My bones cracked, and it followed by the concentrated pain which boomed from my fist, but it barely registered to me. I combed my hair with both
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