51 ~ Obsession Is Greater Than Will

Brinda 

“What did you say?” I asked, my eyes darting around nervously. My voice trembled, betraying the fear that gripped me.

“What did you hear me say?” He replied coolly, his gaze never leaving mine. “I know you’ve been poisoning me, not long after I forced you to work with me.” He sank into the chair opposite, his tone casual, as if we weren’t just talking about the very thing that could end my life.

I dropped my head, avoiding his gaze.

I was caught. There was no game left to play. The end had arrived, and with it, the realization that my time might be running out too.

You’re stuck, Brinda.

So it was true — when I thought I was being clever, trying to seduce him and slip poison into his food, he knew. But he had let me.

“Francesco,” I said, mustering the courage to speak again. I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. “You knew I was poisoning you. Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Are you regretting it now, Damsel?” He leaned back, his voice mocking. “What happened to that whole 'in life and death, we’ll be together' spiel? Did you not stop to think when you started slipping poison into my food, even after Bullet warned you?”

Bullet. So she told him.

“I’m fine with it,” he continued, his voice flat, as if this conversation meant nothing to him. “I’m ready for death whenever it comes. You, on the other hand, you’re the one who is afraid of it. Death and I are old friends. We’ve had many meals together. I would be happy to share one more.”

“Francesco…” I whispered. “How can you be so casual about this? You are going to die, and you are talking like it’s nothing?”

“Does it look like I care?” He snapped, his voice growing louder. “I’ve been waiting for death to show up for a long time. Well, thanks to you, it’s getting closer. You deserve a medal for that.” He raised his glass as though offering a toast to the inevitable.

“Why do I care? Why do I care?” I repeated, my mind spinning in disbelief.

Francesco wasn’t human anymore. He was a monster. How could anyone talk about death with such indifference?

I had always been the emotional one — the one who cried at the smallest things. And here he was, the man I poisoned, practically celebrating his own death. If there were an award for the first person to be excited about dying, Francesco would have won it hands down.

“Let me go, Francesco,” I said, my voice breaking the tense silence.

He chuckled dryly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can’t let you go. And even if I did, the only place you would end up is… Hell. Do you see, Brinda? Obsession is stronger than will.” He dragged out the last word, making it sting with a finality I couldn’t escape.

I opened my mouth to speak, but something inside me whispered not to fight anymore. Francesco and I were never really on the same page. Not anymore. Not after everything.

Fate had played its game, and I had lost.

Francesco stood up and left the room, leaving me behind in chains. I tugged at them desperately, my hands raw and bloodied from the struggle. How foolish I had been to think I could escape.

The weight of the chains dragged me down. I could hear my breath — heavy and labored — as I stared at the key hanging just out of reach. Francesco had placed it there on purpose. This was his punishment.

When my body could no longer take the strain, I yawned and let myself drift off, unable to fight any longer.

~~~~~

“Ah… Ahh… Damn, you are so good!” Francesco’s voice came from a short distance. 

I shook my head trying to chase the voice from my head but I could not just get it off. My eyes slowly opened and I managed to raise my head. 

A slim blonde with a white hair, just like mine was in between Francesco’s parted thighs. Her head moved up and down and sometimes, it even went left and right. My stomach churned simply at the sight of it. 

Francesco opened his eyes and saw me. He bit his lips then he increased his voice, louder than before. He gyrated his hips on the sofa before he grabbed the blonde’s head and bumped it up and down faster. 

Francesco never took his eyes off mine. The pleasure he got from the blonde seemed to be the best he had gotten in his entire life. His breathing grew rapid all of a sudden while he moaned non-stop. He threw his head backward and a few seconds later, he pushed the blonde off before he pulled her up violently.

Like a slut that she was, she wrapped her hands around his opened butt while Francesco grabbed his dick with his left hand. He stroked as fast as he could. His hands moved up and down as it covered the whole length of his dick, to his dick’s pink tip and all the way down to where his pubic hair was.

He let out a final groan as his sperm came spurting on the blonde’s face and opened mouth. She chuckled as she swallowed the sperm down her throat. Francesco let go of his dick and the blonde got hold of it.

She pressed it till every drop of Francesco’s sperm came out of his dick’s hole. She quickly wrapped her mouth around his dick and swallowed the length. She choked on it for a while as Francesco held her head.

When he came down off his sexual pleasure, he pushed the blonde away. She went on her knees quickly before she bowed her head. He pulled up his trousers then he dipped his hand into his pocket.

He threw some bundles of dollars at her. She thanked him before she ran out of the room. 

“Did you like that?” He asked.

Before I could respond, the sharp crack of gunfire sliced through the air. My breath caught in my chest, freezing me in place, while Francesco’s ears seemed to strain, his whole body tense with shock. Who were these attackers? 

And why were they coming at us with such brutal force? How would a chained me get out alive?