Thread: Obsession with Posession

Her head was still pulled back tightly by the grip of his bare hand on her hair. This man's cold eyes looked down at her. Scanning over her face, then her body, and then returning back to her face. He held his hand firmly over her mouth. She sat still as a small ball on the couch, surrounded by what were the comforts of her humble little home, her home which now held no safety for her. Her body trembled as the silent sobbing continued. Her eyes producing many tears as she watched this man. She tried to jerk her head away as the man bent down with his long tongue out, catching one of her tears from her cheek as it fell. He seemed to enjoy it for a moment, the look on his face was that of extreme satisfaction and a sickening look of... of almost pleasure from tasting her tears. Selene quickly pushed the idea of that being true from her mind. Afraid of the thought of someone enjoying something like that, and even more afraid of this person above her... being that type of person. Her eyes squinted shut as her sobs attempted to increase. Her mouth gasping for hair once before realizing she could barely get any air from how tightly his hand was smothering her. He abruptly pulled his grip on her vivid read hair, shaking her head just gently with the force of this reaffirmed grip. He spoke to her, his voice still dark and terrifying without any hint of familiarity, yet he knew her name. He continued to speak, her fear intensifying with nearly every word he spoke to her. This guy had to be insane, something mental had to be the reason this man was doing this, he spoke things that horrified her. She had a strong feeling that this man was not bluffing one bit. He seemed to have all the intentions of torturing her. He had been watching her for some time? How long did that mean? Days? Weeks? even months? She felt faint imagining that this kind of man had been watching her for that long. He had been stalking her, he must know a whole lot about her from watching her, she wondered if he knew her boyfriend would be home in three or so hours. She prayed for her boyfriend to show up any minute and save her, she hoped this man didn't know when he got home and that her boyfriend would catch him. She hoped that somehow justice would be served upon this man for doing this. Most of all she prayed for her life. His face came near to her again as he breathed deeply, taking his time to slowly breathe in the scent of her hair. She shuddered as his breath curled around her throat. Her eyes widened as she felt his hands glide through her top to slowly fondle it. The longer his hand cupped her the rougher and rougher his hand got. His voice rang out for her to look him in the eyes. She didn't have a chance to look away or avoid his gaze. Her lower lip began to tremble as he spoke of the fearful things he wanted to happen, the intensity in his eyes made her worry of just how painful this night would be for her and also... how twisted this man would make it. His hand slowly began to release from her face, she could still feel exactly where each finger had gripped her. A few more tears trickled down her face as the man watched her intently, waiting for the moment she might try to scream. The man didn't need to threaten her with the cattle prod, she was fearful enough of this man alone to not scream out. His last command was something she knew would happen eventually, and so she very slowly began to slip her shirt off. Sobbing very quietly, trying to keep her sorrow inside her rather than displaying it for this sick man, her tears however were harder to hold back. Her body was trembling with fear as she slid the shirt off over her head. Revealing her light pink bra, that was pretty fancy for someone who never had sex, her boyfriend was pretty much void of any sexual desires. Leaving her to try anything, including fancier under-clothes to try and entice him, but all things pretty much to no avail. It felt wrong to her that the man who actually saw her in these was this man. She next slowly stood up so she could step out of her small and comfortable pajama bottoms. This revealed her small bikini underwear that were pink, but not a matching pink to her bra, they had a pattern with small hearts on them. Her face grew red as she stripped for this man hesitating about her underwear and bra.