HIS OBSESSION
1.
Blade
Come out, princess. You know I don’t enjoy hide and seek that much.
Blade’s voice echoed through the house, cold and rough, the edge of a threat laced in every word.
I pressed myself deeper into the corner of the closet, my hands clasped over my mouth, trying to muffle any sound, any hint that could give me away. My heart pounded violently against my chest, every beat louder than the last. Each step he took sent chills down my spine, the floorboards creaking as his boots drew closer, the sound of them heavy, deliberate.
Blade
Come on, princess. Come out for me, please.
His tone dropped to a low, dangerous whisper, sending a shiver down my arms. I could see his shadow stretching along the crack in the closet door, looming just inches from where I hid.
I swallowed the panic rising in my throat, my breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. My only thought—if he found me, I’d be chained again, locked away in his twisted version of love.
I squeezed my eyes shut, tightening my grip over my mouth. One sound, one wrong move, and he would have me. The darkness inside the closet felt like a trap in itself, but the fear of him finding me... that was worse. So much worse.
In a split second, the closet door flew open and Blade yank me out with a force that mad my heart skip.
His grip on my wrist was painfully tight. His cold blue eyes locked onto mine. Before I could react, he shoves me against the wall pinning my hands above my head with ease
He leaned in his breath hot against my ear 👂
Blade
I hate it when you run 😒
he whispers, sending shivers down my spine
I begged trying to get through to him, hoping he'd see how his obsession was hurting me
He ignored me, pressing a kiss to the crook of my neck, trailing down to my collarbone
he murmurs against my skin
Blade
the only way I would ever let you go is if my head was found lying on the streets
he paused looking up at me with a twisted SMILE
Blade
And that will never happen
Before I could respond he grabbed my thigh, lifting it up to his waist, pressing his body tightly against me
Blade
Now what should I punish you with
His voice dropped to a low whisper making my skin crawl, his hand move slowly rubbing my thigh before sliding up to my stomach
my words were caught off short as he held my neck gripping it tightly, but not enough to choke me
He press even closer , closing every space that was left between , He lips pressing against my cheeks
Before he spun me around and slam me back on the wall, this time my back facing him
He said coldly, locking both my wrist with one hand, while the other careless my thighs roughly
His lips found in my neck again, but this time he bit down hard, leaving marks that stung
Fear lock my word away, and all I can do is let out a bitter, broken moan torn between pain and pleasure
Blade's hand slides up my shirt, grazing my skin before unhooking my bra
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, teasing and tormenting my nipples
he squeezed and pinch, sending sharp waves of pain through me
I couldn't help but moan, even as a single tear a escaped through my eyes
my butt pressed against his hardness as I could feel it through his pants
He leaned in and bit my ear gently, his voice low and taunting
Blade
OH dear, look what you've done. It's awaken again
My face flush with embarrassment
Blade
how about I use this as a punishment, but this time I won't go easy on you
His words made me flinch. All this time he has been holding back, and even then, the pain was unbearable when we get intimate
suddenly, he pulled me from the wall, and pushed me towards the bed
he grabbed the chains, locking my wrist and ankles in place again
Blade
I love to see you like this Princess
He murmurs watching as I struggle in Vain to release myself as he turns and walks towards the door, locking it
Blade
we don't watch any distraction, do we?
Blade sat beside me tucking a Strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes traced the marks he'd left on my neck, and he's fingers follow brushing over the fresh bruises and cuts
Blade
I might have been a little rough
I whispered tear steaming down my face
HIs smile faded for a quick second then returned , suddenly he stood up and smashed a vase on a nearby shelf
the shattering sound echoing in the quiet room
Blade
why do you want to leave so badly
Blade
don't I make you happy
I stay silent terrified that speaking would lead to more punishment
but then I noticed something his hand was bleeding
Despite my fear, A wave of worry Hits me
Blade looks down at his hand and exclaimed
MIA
are you stupid or what
I snapped catching him off guard
His my faded for a quick second but ,he was able to restore it back , grinning even more
MIA
release me and let me treat your wound
He hovered over me ,smirking
Blade
and how can I be sure you won't escape
His voice was playful , but his eyes darkened
I glanced at the blood dripping down on his hand, then at his eyes
I was dead serious , although I was trying to escape from him , my love for him wouldn't let me
he chuckled , sitting beside me
I insisted as he grin , lifting his bleeding hands towards my lips
Blade
I hear silver helps heal wounds
Blade
why don't you try licking it
2
Five-year-old Mia ran home, clutching her straight A's with excitement, eager for her parents’ praise.
She opened the door to an empty house, slipped off her shoes, and dropped her bag before rushing to hang her report on the fridge 🏠👟📚.
She beamed up at it with a proud smile 😊, hoping it would make them happy.
The house chores, all left to her at such a young age, were already done 🧽🧹.
Not a speck of dust remained; every surface gleamed. She laid down on the spotless floor, working through her homework quietly until she’d finished every last bit 📝.
Afterward, she moved to the kitchen to prepare a meal for her family 🍲, putting together a dish that was as eye-catching as it was mouth-watering, filling the house with a warm, inviting aroma 🍲🍃.
she smiles warmly at the meal , before putting down the apron
Then, finally, she heard the sound of the door. Her heart skipped with anticipation 🚪❤️.
Young Mia
Mama, Papa, welcome ho—
She started, but her words trailed off as their argument filled the air, loud and harsh.
Her bright smile faded instantly, replaced by a quiet sadness.
The shouting wasn’t new; she was too young to understand what they were arguing about, but it happened so often that she was used to it.
She rushed to greet them, taking their things to their room, hoping it might ease the tension. Then, she came back out, setting the table and quietly waiting for them to join her for dinner.
The argument had finally died down, but the silence was almost worse.
Mia decided to break the ice.
Young Mia
Mama, Papa, at school today, my teacher…
But before she could finish, her mom's phone rang 📱.
Her mom answered, standing up from the table and saying she had to go out again.
Young Mia
Why is Mama leaving when she just got back?
Mia asked, disappointed 😔. But her question was ignored.
Her father asked sharply.
Jazbell
My boss. He said he ne—
Max
The one you're sleeping with?
He interrupted, his tone harsh. Her mom’s expression turned sour 😠.
Young Mia
Is Mama going for a sleepover?
Mia asked innocently, but again, no one acknowledged her.
Jazbell
Don’t start with me now
Jazbell
Why do you always get so jealous every time?
Max
Jealous? I'm being cheated on by my wife, and you call it jealousy?
Jazbell
Cheated? I never cheated! He’s calling about work.
Max
Does that work involve you getting naked in front of him?
Jazbell
Are you calling me a slut?
Max
Yes, that’s exactly what I’m calling you!
Her mom's anger flared, her face and eyes warning her father. He didn’t seem ready to back down.
Mia jumped up from her chair and held her mom’s hand, hoping to calm her down, but her mom pushed her away 😢
Frustrated, her mom walked to the bedroom to grab her things, and her dad followed, their argument growing louder with each passing minute 🔥.
After a while, they both returned.
Max
You’re not going anywhere. Tell your boss you have a family to take care of
Jazbell
That’s exactly what I’m doing. Who do you think pays for the food, the shelter, and everything you see here? Do you think your job as a driver helps in any way? No, it doesn’t, Max.
Max
Are you trying to insult me?
Jazbell
Take it however you want. I’m leaving either way
With that, her mom stormed out 🚪.
Her dad stood there, speechless, while Mia, who had been listening but didn’t quite understand, moved closer to him. Maybe if she showed him her test results, it would cheer him up.
She said with a forced smile 😊
Young Mia
Today I got my test results, and…
But he was already walking towards the door, putting on his shoes.
Max
Lock the door and don’t let anyone in. We might not be back tonight, so don’t stay up late
He said, and then he left too.
So much for getting praised.
What was I even expecting? I was used to this.
The silence and loneliness they left behind when they disappeared for a day—or even weeks. The constant arguments whenever they were home. The lack of attention they gave me.
All of it… I was used to it.
2 years after that
my parents got divorce
My mother married her boss—a wealthy, tall, handsome man with a friendly personality. He was kind, and even though he didn’t have to, he was willing to take me in. But I decided to stay with my father, not wanting him to be alone
I instantly regretted it.
Not long after, my father started drinking heavily. That’s when the beatings began.
One night, he came home, reeking of alcohol, stumbling through the door. As he looked at me, he mistook me for my mother; people always said we looked alike.
He slurred, and his eyes filled with tears. He hugged me tightly, sobbing, clinging to me like I was his last hope.
Max
I knew you wouldn’t leave me. I knew you’d come back.
I felt uncomfortable, trapped in his embrace as his hands began to roam in ways that felt wrong.
I stammered, but he wasn’t listening. His hands moved with intentions I couldn’t bear,he begins to move his hans intimately and I shoved him with all my strength, trying to break free. When he didn’t let go, I bit his arm and kicked him as hard as I could. That’s when he snapped.
He roared, still convinced I was my mother.
Max
I’m willing to take you back, and this is how you treat me?
He ripped off his belt, his eyes blazing with rage.
Young Mia
Dad, it’s me, Mia! I’m not Mom!
I cried, backing away, trying to escape. But he lunged, grabbing my wrist with a grip so tight it felt like my bones would break. Then, he started hitting me with the belt, each strike tearing into my skin, the pain searing through me. Each lash felt like fire, ripping into me with unrelenting force
I finally escape into my room, locking the door behind me
as I let out a loud cry as my body ached in pain
I sat on the floor, hugging my legs
trying to get rid of the loud sound of my father yelling
After what felt like hours, the pounding on the door finally stopped. His angry shouts faded, leaving an unbearable silence in their place. I didn’t dare move, afraid he was still there, waiting. My whole body ached, my skin raw and burning from where the belt had struck me. I could still hear his slurred words echoing in my head, the accusations and venom spilling from his mouth.
I didn’t sleep that night, I couldn't sleep. Likewise, I stayed huddled against the door, too afraid to move, listening to his heavy footsteps as he stumbled around the house before finally passing out in his bedroom. When I finally found the courage to stand, my body was sore and bruised, each step a reminder of the pain he’d left on me.
The next morning, I crept around the house as quietly as I could, trying to avoid him. My face and arms were marked with angry red welts that I knew would soon turn into dark bruises. I tried to cover them with long sleeves, hoping no one at school would notice. But even if they did, I wasn’t sure if they would care—or if I could ever tell anyone the truth.
This became my life. Each day, I’d go to school, pretending everything was fine, hiding the bruises, hiding the pain. I’d get home, cook, clean, hoping that if I kept everything perfect, maybe he’d leave me alone. But it never worked. Each night, he’d come home, angry or drunk, and I would become his outlet for all the bitterness and frustration he felt.
The hardest part was knowing that, somewhere, my mother was living a happy life, far away from the misery I was trapped in. I’d chosen to stay with my father, believing he needed me, thinking I could somehow fill the emptiness he felt. But he didn’t want my love or my loyalty—he wanted someone to blame, someone to hurt.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into years, and I learned to live in silence. I trained myself to be invisible, to make myself small, hoping he wouldn’t notice me. But no matter what I did, it was never enough. The loneliness, the constant fear, the endless cycle of pain—it was suffocating.
After three years of suffering, the bruises and scars on my arms and face became impossible to hide. My teachers started noticing the marks, the way I’d flinch if anyone got too close, the empty look in my eyes. Eventually, one of them called Child Abuse Support Fighters (CASF). When they asked me about my home life, I finally told them the truth.
They listened carefully, their expressions a mix of shock and sadness as I spoke about the years of pain and fear I’d endured. When they asked if I wanted to move to my mother’s home, my heart lifted just a bit—I thought maybe I could escape, finally find peace with her.
But that hope was crushed in an instant when they revealed the news. My mother had died eight months ago.
I sat there, numb, not even able to cry. The only place I thought I might have a chance at peace was gone, just like that. My world felt even emptier, like everything I’d endured had been for nothing.
With nowhere else to go, they placed me in a nearby orphanage. The building was old and uninviting, its walls dull and chipped, but it was still a world away from the nightmare I’d been living. For the first time in years, I had a roof over my head where I didn’t have to worry about anyone hurting me.
Life at the orphanage was far from easy. It was crowded, and the caretakers were strict, but at least here, I wasn’t alone in my pain. The other kids had their own stories of loss and hardship, and somehow, that made mine a little easier to bear. I still carried the scars of what I’d been through, but I tried to bury them deep, focusing on just making it through each day.
The walls of the orphanage weren’t home, but they were a shelter—a place where I could begin to heal, even if just a little.
3
When I turned 18, I was no longer allowed to stay at the orphanage. They gave me a small apartment, just enough to get started on my own. But I still had to cover the rent each month, and reality hit hard—I needed a job, and not just any job. I needed one that paid well enough to cover my rent, food, and everything else.
I spent days walking from place to place, filling out applications, hoping someone would take a chance on me. Every rejection felt heavier, reminding me of just how alone I was in this. But I couldn’t give up. I knew that if I didn’t find work soon, I’d be back on the streets.
I kept telling myself that after everything I’d been through, I could get through this too.
I sat at a café, sipping my boba tea, clutching my phone tightly, hoping for any call that would tell me I’d finally landed a job.
I glanced outside the window, and that’s when I noticed it: a flashy "Wanted" sign on a hotel across the street. The place was fancy, luxurious, the type of place I wouldn’t usually even consider. But what did I have to lose?
I grabbed my bag, took a deep breath, and crossed the street. Inside, the hotel was like something out of a dream.
The floors were polished to a high shine, reflecting the soft, golden lights from chandeliers overhead. The lobby was filled with plush, velvet chairs and marble columns.
There was even a fountain in the center, water cascading down in perfect, quiet streams. Everywhere I looked, I felt like I was stepping deeper into a place that was far beyond my reach. Compared to this, I felt like a street rag.
Then, I was greeted by the manager—a woman whose beauty was striking.
She had long, sleek hair, sharp, piercing eyes, and a calm, commanding presence that made me feel small in her gaze. Her smile was warm, but as her eyes roamed over my oversized, faded dress, her expression briefly changed, barely masking a hint of disapproval.
She said, smiling politely but with an edge. Her eyes had that quick flicker of judgement, the kind people try to hide but can’t quite manage.
I swallowed hard, feeling her gaze heavy on me.
MIA
I... well, I was... honestly, I...
I stammered, the words tangling up. My throat felt dry, and the more I struggled to speak, the more her polite smile wavered.
Maybe she was right. I didn’t belong here, not in a place like this. What was I thinking? Embarrassment rose hot in my face, and I forced a nod, trying to salvage what little pride I had left.
She said with a bit of forced sympathy
Manager
You must be looking for the homeless shelter a few blocks away.
Her words cut deep, making me feel smaller than ever. I turned around, holding my head up, though I felt like crawling away. I guess I did have something to lose—my dignity. But then again, maybe I’d never had it to begin with.
A familiar voice called out. I turned, stunned to see Mirabella standing nearby.
Mirabella had been with me in the orphanage years ago. She’d only been there for the first two years I was there, but those years had been some of my best. She’d been kind to me, standing up for me when no one else would. She looked different now—healthy, confident, even glamorous.
She called again, rushing over, her face lighting up
Mirabella
It really is you!
I was overjoyed to see her again after all this time. I wanted to hug her so badly, but seeing her elegant clothes, I hesitated. Before I could step back, Mirabella pulled me in, wrapping me in a tight hug.
Mirabella
You’ve grown so much—a fine young lady now
Fine? There wasn’t much about me that felt “fine.”
I smiled awkwardly as she practically squeezed the air out of me.
Manager
Boss! Do you know her?
Mirabella was the owner of this fancy hotel.
Mirabella
Yes, she’s like my little sister
Her smile was bright as she spoke about me to the manager
She led me into her office, a spacious room with a beautiful view and warm decor. Her smile never faded. She offered me a seat, then brought over a cup of tea and a small plate of cookies.
Mirabella
How’s the orphanage? Are the kids still giving you a hard time?
MIA
Well, no…they can’t anymore since I’m not there
Mirabella
So, you turned eighteen? Congrats—you’re finally free!
MIA
Free is one way to put it
Mirabella
What’s that supposed to mean?
I took a deep breath and told her everything—my struggles after leaving the orphanage, my search for work, and the worry hanging over me. She listened intently, and when I finished, she stood up, leaning against the wall, her expression turning serious.
MIA
…and that’s why I’m here
Her silence felt heavy, and for a moment, I wondered if she misunderstood, or maybe thought I was just here to ask for help.
Mirabella
Well, it looks like I’ll have to teach my manager some manners after this
She said with a smile, walking over to hug me from behind
Mirabella
On the bright side, we’ll be working together from now on.
MIA
Wait…working together?
Mirabella
Yes! Unless you don’t want to?
MIA
Does this mean I got the job?
MIA
But I didn't even apply for it
She rubbed her cheek against mine.
Mirabella
Of course. Who cares about all that boring paperwork? I know how hard you work. That’s all I need to know.
I tried to object, but she spun my chair around to face her.
Mirabella
Don’t overthink it, Mia. I’m just glad I got the chance to see you again.
MIA
Are you sure I’m qualified for this job? This place is so elegant…
Mirabella
Honey, all you need is a friendly smile and good English. You’ve got that covered, so what else matters?
I couldn’t argue. I really needed this.
Mirabella
Will it be a part-time job?
MIA
I rather work full time
if it's available
Mirabella
Don't you have college to attend
MIA
Oh… I don’t have the money for that. I just need something for rent, food, and new clothes.
Mirabella
Well You’re going to college. Now, which one would you like?
MIA
Mira, I really can’t. Money is just so tight…
Mirabella
I’ll pay for it.
I stood up, shaking my head.
MIA
No, no. I can’t let you do that.”
MIA
It’s too much to ask, honestly. I’ve already decided not to go. I’ll manage.
She smiled softly, leaning back
Mirabella
Do you know why I became successful?
MIA
Because you’re hardworking?
Mirabella
Yes and No
Mia, it’s because of you
Mirabella
Remember my last day at the orphanage, and you…
Mirabella was packing her belongings, getting ready to leave the orphanage for good. She was finally old enough to venture out on her own, but Mia was heartbroken. She walked into the room, her face full of disappointment.
Young Mia
Do you really have to go?
Young Mirabella
I don’t want to leave, honestly. I don’t know what’s waiting for me out there. But the adults think it’s for the best. They didn’t really give me much of a choice.
Young Mia
Can’t you take me with you? If I stay, I might get bullied even worse. I don’t know how I’m going to handle it without you.
Mirabella looked at her sadly, trying to comfort her with a gentle smile.
Young Mirabella
No one’s going to hurt you, Mia. And as much as I’d love to take you with me, I can’t. I have to figure out how to make it out there on my own first.
Young Mia
But you’re old enough to adopt me, aren’t you?
Mia’s eyes sparked with a glimmer of hope.
Young Mirabella
Adopt you?
Young Mirabella
Honey, I’m not even sure how I’m going to take care of myself out there. How could I take care of both of us?
Young Mia
We could both get jobs. I’d help!
Young Mirabella
Jobs? Who’s going to hire a ten-year-old?
Mirabella teased, playfully poking Mia’s nose.
Young Mirabella
If those kids start bullying you too much, you can always go to Mrs. Brunner, the cleaner. She’s got a soft spot for you, you know
Young Mia
I know, but I’m still going to miss you.
Young Mirabella
I’m going to miss you too, Mia. More than you know
Young Mia
If you make it big in the city, will you come back and adopt me?
Mirabella’s smile faltered, and her gaze drifted as if she was deep in thought.
Young Mirabella
Make it big, huh? I don’t know if I should be dreaming that big, Mia. As the saying goes, born a street rat, die a street rat
Young Mia
Why would you say that?
Young Mia
Why should where we come from decide who we’re going to be?
Young Mirabella
It’s just… the truth, kiddo. Money makes the world go round. It’s what people like us don’t have
Young Mia
Maybe we didn’t start with much, but that doesn’t mean we can’t change things. There are people who go through the hardest times and still make it. So, if you believe in yourself, then I’ll believe in you too. We might not have had a choice in where we started, but we do get to choose where we go from here. Right?
Mirabella blinked, her eyes wide with surprise. For a second, she looked stunned by Mia’s words, then her face softened into a smile.
Young Mirabella
For a kid, you sure know a lot.
Young Mia
I mean it, Mira. When you make it big in the city, promise me you’ll come back—with candy—and adopt me.
Mirabella chuckled, squeezing Mia in a warm hug and rubbing her cheek affectionately against hers.
Young Mirabella
Whatever you say, kiddo. I’ll bring all the candy you can dream of
Mirabella
Those words of yours
Gave me the courage to work hard and save up to make this 5-star hotel
Mirabella
I named the Hotel M's Hotel
because it symbolizes us both
Mirabella
without those words of courage, I would probably be working at a café or something
Mirabella
so all this wouldn't have happened if not for you
Mirabella
so please let me help you
I fell silent, I didn't even recall that event
but I was glad it was able to help her though
MIA
Mira , am happy that my words were able to change your life
but I honestly can't let you pay for my college fee
The room fell silent
and after that came a long sigh for Mirabella
Mirabella
You really are still stubborn huh
Mirabella
fine I won't pay for your college fees
Mirabella
How about I get you a scholarship instead
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