All Chapters of THE BEAST'S OBSESSION: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I'm all flushing white with new bandages, and having a smooth dialogue with my sister, but we are disrupted by the door opening, the monster sauntering in. He took too much time than I had speculated, but he still came back too sooner than I would have wished. It's not like his disgusting presence has nor will it ever be appreciated. Beh! But yeah, actually there is. This one time, this fateful day that I will put an end to him, ooh I will be so delighted to see his face. Only then!"I hope you have made everything clear to your sister about how I want things done." He speaks, parking himself before us."We clearly understand your rules, uncle." I respond as Aida and I stand on our feet, ready to start our charade with this oblivious moron."Good. Now I hope you both know what is in it for you if you mess this up. I will not show anyone any mercy. Are we clear?" He airs his threats once again, ricocheting his dreadful eyes between me and Aida.Mercy! Smirk at that! Better yet, spit at

Flashback continuation!I tense! Like really tense, but I still find the bravery to spin around in a sprint. Before me racks a giant in human form. His machismo freaks the hell out of me. It would appall anyone. And his eyes... Grey eyes? Really? I don't know whether it is their striking grey color that makes them come off so atrociously appalling, but they are a set of pools that I can't stand even for a second. I blink at them. His lanky gigantic contour is an additional peril to me. His whole composure exudes dreadful terror. Horror. Animosity.A dampening surge of panic spews down my spine, plaguing my bones. It's raw. It's paralyzing. I start to ripple with panic.Whoever this giant is, he isn't a good person, that is if he is really human. Why is he loitering like doom in our compound at this hour? It's almost ten at night for God's sake. Who the animal is he? How did he even get in?Taking a step back, I thrash a quick glance to the gate, and I flinch in more dismay and horror.

A few of his goons lay on the ground, bleeding from the gunshots, writhing in pain, while the still fortuitous ones are running for their dearly endangered lives to seek refuge behind the cars. He is continuing firing at no one in particular, but never missing a victim of his bleeding fury. More bodies are crumbling to the ground as he continues growling his fury out like an enraged maniac beast. Or is it satisfaction?"Oh, my God! He has lost it! Do something Ella before he kills all of them!" My sister screams beside me.It is so humorous how she is expecting me to go and stop this beast yet she is clinging to my back for safety hiding. Huh, this one and fear, omo! They are twins!And why on hell would I even dare save these rascals? Why should I even bother helping these goons? As far as I am concerned, they are as evil and guilty as this monster is. They are birds of the same feather. Who knows who among them was present that night at our home! They are as much responsible for my

It's been a few minutes of pure pleasure in this small room. The kind of pleasure that you wouldn't want to end. The funny thing is that nothing feels odd at all as I had surmised, that is, if I was even thinking when I asked for this. I mean, sex, in a washroom? It was just me and my desperation and craziness fused with desire, I guess.I can't believe this is the same man I rejected twice, and then later accepted him without even knowing who he really was. And now, I just gave myself to him in the most weirdest place and way, and it feels like the only right thing in my life.I peer at him behind me through the mirror before me as he thrusts in me, beads of his sweat drenching me. I am nearly digging my claws into the mirror as the pressure of this pleasure tears my walls and nerves. Every thrust, every pound, every single time he pumps in me erupts jolts and sparkles of pleasure, and more and deep longings. It is more esoteric than I had ever anticipated. For this moment, or I can

"What do you mean by it's me? And how do you know that name?" Terris breaks the silence after a while.I blink a couple of times, discharging out a sigh of relief. It's her! "Dan! Inspector Daniel Maurice! You know him?" I query, and her face turns horror with a mixture of dreadful colors and a rich coating of worry.The name alone evokes something in her, but it's not what I had anticipated. I anticipated to see butterflies flying from her belly and camping at her face, and her eyes grinning with joy. I expected her to jump with joy upon hearing his name or even her to barrage me with questions about his whereabouts and how he is. But, no!This is weird! Her reaction is really strange! She is so oddly bizarre for my liking. Something seems so weird about how she is reacting to the news. Or was I expecting too much? Or am I being paranoid? Am I overreacting?"Terris?" I call when she takes forever to show any of the signs I was expecting. "What's...""How do you know that jerk? How..