A chilling obsession

Sebastian stormed into the hotel room, his eyes scanning the space until they landed on Abigail. She sat on the bed, her face buried in a book, her hand moving furiously as she drew something. He peeped closer and found her drawing something he didn't care to know. He sneered, his lip curling in disdain as he called out to her in a mocking tone, "Hey, Four Eyes!"

But Abigail didn't flinch, didn't even acknowledge his presence. Sebastian's anger simmered, his patience wearing thin. He strode over to her, his long legs closing the distance in a few swift strides. With a sudden movement, he grabbed her neck, his fingers closing around her throat like a vice pulling her from the bed. Abigail's eyes widened in fear, her pencil dropping to the floor as she struggled to breathe.

"Sebastine… let me go." She struggled almost choking on the last word.

Just as abruptly as he got her, Sebastian released his grip, and Abigail gasped for air. He tossed a box onto the bed, the contents spilling out - a dress, shoes, and a small box. "Put these on and meet me downstairs," he commanded, his voice cold and detached. "There's a party going on, and you're coming with me."

Abigail's eyes darted to the box as soon as he left. With a sad face and a soft wail, she began undressing,her movements swift and forceful. She hated him and cursed at each item she picked. He could kill her, the thought of him coming back to meet her undressed sent shivers to her spine. 

How about a shower, she thought? That could lighten her mood and help her remove thoughts of Sebastine from her mind but that would make Sebastine wait more. Images of what had happened in the theatre flashed in her mind, Sebastian wasn't taking this marriage seriously. In anger, she removed the ring on her ring and tossed it into one of the drawers.

Since the marriage was fake , there was no need to be tied to him with a ring.

 She hastily  took the dress, it was  a stunning black sequined gown, its intricate design shimmering in the light. She put it on and it  hugged her curves, accentuating her beauty.

She struggled to fasten the delicate straps, her fingers trembling as she battled to contain her emotions.  It was the first time wearing something elegant, her clothes were mostly blouses which had buttons or zips. Dresses with straps were very much expensive.

Abigail took a deep breathe as her fingers began their work again on her back, her tiny fingers fumbled with the delicate straps, her frustration mounting as she struggled to secure them. Just as she was about to give up, the door creaked open, and she spun around, surprised that it hadn't been closed. Sebastian stood in the doorway, his eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Without a word, he moved behind her, his fingers deftly fixing the straps, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Abigail's heart raced, her mind racing with questions, but she was so frightened to say a word to him. She wanted to know how he figured out she needed help with the dress but she dared not ask him any question.

He was done after a few minutes and  turned to leave without a word, the door closing softly behind him. 

The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken emotions. Abigail's gaze drifted to the closed door, her heart still racing from the unexpected encounter. The straps now securely in place, she felt a strange sense of gratitude towards Sebastian, her skin still cold from his touch.

He wasn't such a monster after all, he still cared. She rushed to shut the door properly, hoping he doesn't return to scold her.

She looked at the mirror before her admiring the dress, her fingers caressing each of the sequence, it was beautiful and her mind drifted to his touch again. His cologne fragrance was still stuck in her nose, she closed her eyes gently daydreaming of what had just happened.

Suddenly she slapped her forehead gently,

"Stop daydreaming! He's still a monster." She muttered to herself as a warning but it didn't stop her from blushing.

She quickly remembered she had to get dressed because Sebastine was waiting for her, she won't want him scolding it choking her. The next were the jewelries, it was beautiful and sparkled under the light bulbs.

She wore the necklace without difficult and the earrings. As for her hair, it looked perfect in the ponytail it was tied in. Luckily, Sebastine hadn't ruined it when he held her throat.

The last were the shoes which displeased Abigial as soon as she saw them. They were heels and she hated heels  but she had no choice. She brought no shoes and no clothes for the trip so she had to warar whatever the designer Sebastine had employed for her chose.

 She slipped the silver coloured high heels on, it made her look elegant but the only thing was that she would have to walk gently or she might trip.

As she gazed in the mirror, Abigail's gaze met her own, and for a moment, she couldn't recognize herself, she looked so beautiful and her mind narrowed to the thoughts of how Sebastine will feel seeing her.

With one final look at the mirror, satisfied with her beauty. She left the room feeling nervous and at the same time excited.

Abigail descended the stairs with caution, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She grasped the bannister, her eyes fixed on the scene below. The ballroom was alive with music and laughter, the chandeliers casting a dazzling glow.

As she reached the bottom step, her hands on the rail of  the stairs while her eyes searched for Sebastine.

She found him and the little smile formed on her face immediately faded.

Just at one corner of the room, she found  Sebastian locked in the arms of a strange lady.