Obsession: Obsession Part 11

She hit wildly at him when he neared her. Continuing to scream and fight the air Miranda was in a state of shock. He finally grabbed her arms and secured them in one of his arms while the other arm was around her head and his hand on her mouth m.u.f.fling her screams. Lifting her out of the trunk and placing her down.

The moment he let her go Miranda ran for dear life. She didn't think she just ran. Hearing his footsteps behind her she upped her speed. Not caring that twigs were cutting her legs as she sprinted, dodging the trees and running further and further into the unknown wilderness. The rush of adrenalin surged through her body helping her flee. She was smacked down hard by Alec's body.

They tumbled on the dirty ground. Miranda fought like a wild cat, scratching and kicking at him. She tried to knee him but his weight and strength were far too strong for her. He knocked her hard across her head. This took the entire fight out of her. Miranda went limp. Alec grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her up. "You have more kid? Come on where's the fight? Where's your s.p.u.n.k gone?" He grabbed her cheeks squeezing her face with force. "You're going to f.u.c.king pay for your insolence! You are going to f.u.c.king wish I'd left you here to die. By the time I'm through with you, you will be wis.h.i.+ng for death!" He dragged her to the car. He rummaged through the trunk while keeping his grip on her arms. Taking out some rope he secured her arms tightly. He grabbed some masking tape and covered her mouth. Pulling her into the pa.s.senger's seat he secured her legs with the rope.

Finally completing his task, Alec made his way to the driver's seat. He sat for a while before starting the car. Alec looked over at her and shook his head. "Couldn't be obedient could you?" He moved close to her and attached her seat belt. "Miranda, Miranda, Miranda!" He chanted shaking his head.

Alec looked at the girl all tied up looking gorgeous as h.e.l.l. Her hair was messy her lips were swollen which made her have that pouting appearances he adored. He got a f.u.c.king hard on looking at her restrained. Sick f.u.c.k that he was wanted to f.u.c.k her now! All in good time Alec...

Miranda's body ached all over. This was it she knew he was going to kill her. He was so unstable, he seemed so reasonable at the conference but this side to him was ruthless. Now she fully understood why he was feared. This man didn't take s.h.i.+t! He was a force to be reckoned with and unfortunately for Miranda she was in his path.

They drove for hours, at this point Miranda was freezing, her clothes were muddy as were his from their earlier rumble. Miranda noticed the scratch on his face that she had given him and she gloated a little inside. However Miranda wasn't a complete idiot she knew she was going to pay for her rebellion, wasn't a smart move Miranda, where were you running to anyway? Think you dumba.s.s where could you go?

Alec noticed the girl becoming agitated, they had been driving for hours and they were almost at the cabin. She kept moving to get comfortable and if he wasn't mistaken the firecracker was giving him are you serious look. "Not comfy?" He mocked. To his surprise and amus.e.m.e.nt she actually rolled her eyes and turned away from him.

Finally reaching their destination Alec pulled into a long and dark driveway. He kept driving further along until he reached a gate. He physically got out of the car to unlock and open the gate. Miranda could see a cabin ahead surrounded by greenery. It was a wooden cabin that looked like it came out of the story of goldilocks and the three bears. Returning to the car Alec drove in towards the cabin, but not before he secured the gate. So this would be her new nightmare.

Once inside the freezing loft Alec turned on the light. Thank G.o.d there's electricity. He had carried her in as her legs were tied. Alec roughly placed her on the wooden table. Watching him organize the cabin Miranda thought of romance. What if this was their honeymoon and he was normal? Yeah what if? Never gonna come true Miranda, get your head out of the clouds and try on focusing on your survival not a fairy tale with a f.u.c.king murderer. f.u.c.k he killed Ethan! He killed his own brother, what chance did she have? Miranda knew she was doomed.

Alec was gathering some chopped wood and placing them in the cabins fire place. It took him ten minutes to get the fire going. He looked around the place feeling a touch of nostalgia, recalling their trips to the woods when they were kids. His mother loved the wilderness. Alec and Ethan would have to chop wood and Ethan would always find an excuse why he couldn't do it. James was always disappointed with Ethan claiming he was naught but a mummy's boy. Alec took on the role of the first born son and did most of the tasks and ch.o.r.es growing up.

Alec worked from the age of fourteen, although Ethan was only three years his junior, Ethan never really worked. Always too good to do hard labor. Alec started working for a mechanic he then moved up in the world and worked as a brick layer. By the time he was twenty Alec had worked more jobs than he could remember. His mother was dying from cancer and he needed to support the family and her treatments. Life was cruel. Ethan escaped the last few years of their mother's life going to Ireland to stay with his uncle. James never forgave him for that. They needed him and he fled, leaving only Alec and James to deal with his mother's death and organizing the funeral.

That's when James and Alec decided on opening up a club in London. They were going to try their luck and sure enough it paid off. Years of hard work practically building the club with their own hands and coaxing executives and high spenders into buying shares. Ethan the f.u.c.k wanted to come in and sabotage it all because he wanted in. Alec knew he would try and do away with James in order to get James's half. That was one of the reasons why Alec advised James to sign his share over to Ethan. Hoping he would be appeased and leave them the f.u.c.k alone. Ethan was a leech always sucking any goodness from anything he could to gain their vitality and leave them to rot.

Finally happy with the fire Alec moved to the task of the bed. The cabin was quite luxurious the king size bed was a few steps up and further inside the room. It was against a wall that faced the fire place. The whole cabin was split leveled, small kitchenette on the left when you walk in. Then you go up a few steps to the fire place and lounge area and a few more steps to the bed and the ensuite. It was cozy and was meant for lovers.

Miranda watched Alec strip the bed. He threw new sheets on the bed. Once his task complete he returned to Miranda and undid the knots on her legs and untied her arms. He then roughly pulled the masking tape off her mouth. Ouch that smarts! Miranda rubbed her hands, her wrists were red scathed from the rope.

"I need to use the toilet," she whispered. He pointed her to the bathroom. Grateful for the privacy Miranda finished from the toilet then looked at herself in the mirror. Was.h.i.+ng her hands and face Miranda tried to tame her hair. She had mud all over herself and it was dry and started to cake on her hair and temple. Ouch she could feel the start of a b.u.mp near her temple where he had knocked her out.

Walking out of the fancy bathroom Miranda waited not knowing what to do. "Change the sheets" he ordered her without so much as looking at her. Actually happy to be doing something Miranda saw to her task. Once finished she was really hungry and very cold. "May I have a shower please?" f.u.c.k it she was way too uncomfortable.

Alec approached her. The little vixen was actually asking for things. "Do you deserve a f.u.c.king shower? I should let you stay in your filth." Miranda looked at him contemplating what to say. He could see her mind working. She was holding her tongue. "You have ten minute"

Hurrying into the shower Miranda indulged in the heat. There were bottles of shampoo and conditioner unopened. Along with body soaps, scrubs and new loafers. Was he expecting to come here? Towels were in the linen closet, which looked like it was embedded in the wall. The whole cabin was exotic.

As the hot water hit Miranda she indulged in the warm pleasure, never wanted this shower to end. Finally feeling a little more human Miranda left the shower donned in only a towel around her body and a towel wrapped around her hair. Great now how not to be completely nude in front of the crazed maniac.

The aroma of food teased her senses. Alec was seated on the table by the kitchen eating. It smelt glorious. Miranda stood awkwardly waiting to see what he expected from her. Totally ignoring her as he continued to eat. Miranda was starved she wanted to eat badly. The food was steaming from his plate. "You're going to starve me to death is that it?" She asked not knowing where this new found confidence came from.

Alec looked up and grinned. She f.u.c.king looked s.e.xy as h.e.l.l. Eating away he didn't react to her.

"I'm hungry," she tried again. Still he ignored her. "May I please have some food?" Again he looked up.

"Of course you can." He watched the wide eyed beauty look at him doubting his calmness. Slowly making her way to the table Miranda sat opposite him. "Did I tell you to sit?" Miranda was really confused. She looked up at him and stood up. He called her over with his index finger. Watching her reluctantly walk towards him he graced her with a smile. She was biting the inside of her mouth and he was f.u.c.king turned on.

"On your knees." He pointed to floor beside him. f.u.c.k this was how it was going to be. Miranda wanted to throw the steaming plate of food in his face. However she obediently did as he ordered.

"Where do your hands go?" f.u.c.king jerk!

"Behind my back sir." I hate you! She wanted to yell.

"Good girl. Now where do you belong?" Did he really expect her to answer? What choice did she have really? Fight him? She knew how that would play out. Looking up and noticing as he raised an eyebrow in antic.i.p.ation of her answer.

"By your feet sir." Choose your battles Miranda! Let this lunatic have his fun.

"Very good." Bringing a mouthful of food to her mouth Miranda allowed him to feed her. She was beyond humiliated. How dare he degrade her to this level!

But the food was delicious. Minestrone soup although it came from a can, it warmed her insides. The taste was amazing. Opening her mouth and being fed by him was worth the embarra.s.sment because she was eating. Finally satisfied her stomach was full, Miranda didn't open her mouth to the next spoonful.

"No more?" He asked.

"I'm full thank you," she replied politely. Alec watched her as he ate. He left her there until he finished his dinner at a leisurely pace. She looked so uncomfortable and f.u.c.k if she didn't look angry. The little hothead was not in a position to look angry, she should be trembling with fear not looking like she wanted to kill him. He held back a smile.

"On your feet," he clicked his fingers at her, p.i.s.sing Miranda off. Treating her like a f.u.c.king dog? Really? Still she obeyed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the bed. He threw his pajama s.h.i.+rt at her. Quickly she put it on and she b.u.t.toned it. He opened the side table near the bed and took out f.u.c.king hand cuffs. Would this nightmare not end? He secured her wrist and attached the other cuff to the bed post. Miranda looked disbelievingly at him.

"Where am I going to go? Seriously dude I'm in the middle of the f.u.c.king hunger games where can I possibly go?" Miranda hold your f.u.c.king tongue! What was up with her? He gave her that lopsided grin.

"Let's just say I like you being restrained." With that he turned and headed for the shower. Great!

Miranda sat on the bed freezing her a.s.s off. She threw the cover over herself while her hand was still hanging on the bedpost. Feeling herself warm up, Miranda fell asleep.

Alec walked out of the bathroom surprised to see Miranda asleep. Only her eyes were in view as she was snuggled up with the blankets around her. Her arm was hanging on the by the cuffs. He wore only pajama pants and did feel the cold. He undid the cuff that was on the bed and cuffed it to himself as he went in after her. Wrapping his cuffed arm around her and pulling her to spoon his body Alec allowed the world of slumber to take over.

Miranda couldn't remember the last time she felt so protected. She wriggled her b.u.t.t to gain more warmth, when she heard a groan she froze. Eyes fully open now Miranda recalled where she was. Trying to move away from him without Alec noticing was laughable.

"Stop f.u.c.king moving!" Miranda felt her face heat up. Quickly using her free hand to bring down her s.h.i.+rt so her nude a.s.s wasn't touching him. "Miranda stop f.u.c.king moving or I swear to G.o.d ill bend you over and f.u.c.k you!" He grabbed the key from the table and unlocked the hand cuffs.

He watched her stretch her arms trying to work her muscles. Sitting up she looked a sight. Her hair was all disheveled and her eyes were golden. She gave an unladylike yawn and put her hands in her lap. Alec was having a hard time working out what to do with her. He knew she deserved to f.u.c.king die. He killed Ethan and was meant to do away with her, but he wasn't quite ready to let her go just yet.

Miranda made her way out of the bed and to the toilet. Alec thought he heard her mumble something along the lines of 'I've gotta pee' he was truly at a loss. He wouldn't allow himself to care for her. She needed to be punished. For f.u.c.ks sake she f.u.c.ked his brother. His now dead brother.

Finis.h.i.+ng off from the toilet Miranda opened a new toothbrush and toothpaste and brushed her teeth vigorously. Was.h.i.+ng her face and trying to tame her hair she returned to her captor. She noticed Alec sitting on the lounge by the fire place. Miranda needed a caffeine fix. Not asking Mr. I'm your king, she made her way to the kitchen filled up the kettle and fixed herself a strong cup of coffee. She held the mug and sat beside him on the sofa.

Okay he was entertained to say the least. She looked up at him and offered her coffee. He smirked and took it from her. Drinking a little then returning it to her. Alec watched her continue to drink her coffee. She was sitting close to him. "You okay there kid?" She looked a little guilty, "It's really cold." Alec wanted to throw his head back and laugh. She gave him a You so suck look. "Don't worry about it I'll warm myself up." She sulked. As she was getting up he grabbed her, pulling her closer to his body, he put his arm around her.

Alec's bare chest radiated heat and she could feel her body absorb it.

He shook his head to himself. Miranda continued to surprise him. He had showed her nothing but pain. He continued to humiliate her, hurt her and punish her. Yet she was holding her head up defying him by not defying him. "You hungry?" He asked.

"Depends on what's on the menu."

"Don't be cute."

"It's a gift," she looked up at him with the b.i.t.c.hiest expression he had ever seen. Alec noticed her dimple and wanted to kiss her.

"Well cute it's time for you to get to work." If she thought that life was going to be fun and games boy was she sadly mistaken, he had murdered his own brother, all because of her, he was getting p.i.s.sed at himself that his first instinct was to warm her, it should be to kill her, she f.u.c.ked his G.o.dd.a.m.n brother.

Chapter 14.

He really meant what he'd said. After breakfast Miranda went to the task of hand was.h.i.+ng their clothes. And airing them out to dry. He had given her a pair of tights from an old suitcase and one of his huge jumpers that almost reached her knees. She threw on her wooly boots and got to work.

After tidying up the cabin she was given the task of carrying the wood that he was chopping inside. She was exhausted. Miranda flopped on the chair not wanting to do anymore. For a second her heart dropped, she was alone in the cabin she should be looking for a weapon. Miranda knew he carried his gun on him, it was behind his back supported by his jeans.

He looked f.u.c.king s.e.xy with a singlet sweating and chopping the wood. f.u.c.k Miranda seriously? He's going to kill you and you l.u.s.t after him! Shaking her head Miranda rummaged through the cabin trying to find a knife or anything to defend herself. "Looking for something?" Miranda jumped startled.

"Um... No sir, I was um I was just..."

"You were just what? Hmmm?" s.h.i.+t his face had taken on that look! Miranda tried to think of something to get herself out of it. Lie Miranda, lie... Don't tell him you were looking for a weapon.

"Was looking for a weapon sir." He raised an eyebrow. So much for lying... Idiot!

"And what had you planned to do with the weapon once you found it?" He was p.i.s.sed. f.u.c.k Miranda honestly it's like you go searching for trouble.

"I don't know. I'm sorry, I just thought... I don't know... I'm sorry," starting to panic Miranda was waiting for his reaction.

"Come here," he ordered quietly. Alec needed to show this kid who was boss. Obviously she wasn't getting the whole your my captive thing. He reached for her and pulled her towards him. Kissing her gently he retrieved his gun. Placing it in her hand and then aiming it to his heart. "Go on. Shoot. It's loaded and ready to go." Her hands were shaking. "Miranda pull the f.u.c.king trigger! Pull it!" He was moving her finger to press on the trigger. "Tell you what, here are the keys to the car, pull the f.u.c.king trigger and leave. It's all there for you." She was tearing up. He wanted to show her that even given the chance she wouldn't kill him.

"Stop it please!" Tears streaming down her face.

"Go on I killed your lover remember? I killed my f.u.c.king brother, my f.u.c.king brother that you were f.u.c.king! Pull the G.o.dd.a.m.n trigger Miranda. You'll never get another chance!"

"I never slept with him Alec. I swear to you! I never slept with him!" Miranda was really crying now. Alec grabbed the gun from her hand and shot pa.s.sed her head. Miranda screamed. Somewhere in her mind she believed that the gun wasn't loaded. He was truly a madman.

"If you wanna play Miranda make sure you know the rules of the game. You want to find a weapon? You'll need to use it. No use having a weapon if you're not going to use it." He was right. Miranda was pathetic she couldn't save herself, he was the victor. Until he killed her or decided to let her go she needed to do as she was told.

He secured his gun behind him and moved to the sofa. She froze when he had pulled the trigger. Alec noticed how her face became white as snow. He knew she was shaken by what had taken place, she looked like she needed to keep herself busy. Miranda quietly went into the kitchen and started to prepare some dinner.

Not wanting to get into any more trouble Miranda opened the fridge to see what was available to cook. Nothing much in the fridge. She opened the freezer and it was well stocked. Frozen veggies and frozen meats. She defrosted some beef steaks and went to the task of defrosting and was.h.i.+ng the veggies. There were dried noodles and condiments, so Miranda chopped and washed away preparing a stir fry. While the meat was marinating Miranda had showered and was ready to throw the stir fry together.

Alec had also had a shower. He cuffed her to the chair until he finished. Neither of them had said a word. When he released her she continued to cook. It was ready and Miranda set the table. She served his plate and then herself. They ate quietly. The food was delicious she really could cook, go figure!

Miranda had finished eating. She had a bit of food left on her plate. Alec took it and ate it from her plate using her fork. Something about that was very intimate. She didn't want to linger, things were too awkward and she was uneasy, afraid of his mood swings. Tidying up after dinner hoping to get away from him.

Alec was laying casually on the bed with his hands behind his head. Watching her without saying a single word. She only had his pajama s.h.i.+rt on and felt very exposed. At least she wore underpants tonight.

Not having anything to do Miranda was debating whether to go to the bed or not. He hadn't said a word since the gun incident. Miranda sucked in a breath and walked towards the bed.

Alec watched her come to the conclusion that bed was her best option. He was in conflict with himself. He killed his own f.u.c.king brother. He had many chances to kill Ethan before and many reasons to, but it was him f.u.c.king Miranda that finally made him do it. And to Alec that was unforgivable. She was the reason he was so f.u.c.ked up. She was the reason he was losing his s.h.i.+t!

Pulling the blanket Miranda covered herself. Her back facing Alec. He didn't budge. Miranda feared his silence as much as she feared his anger. She would just keep her mouth shut until she knew which direction he was taking.

She was literally s.h.i.+vering from the cold, all through the night she could feel her bones rattle. If only he would scoot a little closer and distribute some of his warmth. She could hear his steady breathing and knew he was asleep. Moving inch by inch closer to him Miranda finally reached him. He was asleep facing her, by G.o.d he was beautiful, how could a creature so perfect on the outside be so ugly on the inside? Already starting to feel a little warmer Miranda tried her luck one last time to get a little closer.

Alec sensed movement in one swift motion he grabbed the perpetrator by the neck. He was squeezing the f.u.c.king life out of them. He heard a sound, and tried to focus. Finally waking up and remembering where he was he looked at Miranda who was turning red under his grip. He quickly released her. "Oh f.u.c.k kid!" He ran his hand through his hair. "f.u.c.k!" He yelled. He made an attempt to touch her and examine where he almost chocked her to death but she pulled away from him.

Miranda was so scared at how good his reflexes were, he was terrifying even in his sleep. "It wasn't intentional kid," he explained. "What the f.u.c.k were you doing anyway? Where you trying to escape again? Ha? Do I need to f.u.c.king tie you up all the f.u.c.king time?" Now he was being irrational. It could be his way of dealing with unexpected turn of events. Miranda knew he was getting frustrated.

"No..." she struggled to get the words out. Her throat felt like it was on fire. "I was trying to get warm," he looked at her disbelievingly.

"You expect me to believe that? Seriously?"

"Believe what you will it's the truth," she sat up not wanting to be near him. "Great now I guess I have to fear for my life when you sleep also. That's what I want, to live in constant fear."

"What the f.u.c.k would make you believe that I would want to warm you up? Do you not understand the concept of being a captive? You're a disloyal f.u.c.king tramp and you think I'll allow you to seek comfort in my arms. You're a fool to think that. You are not worthy of my touch! You wanted to f.u.c.k my brother. You sure f.u.c.ked him up good! So good he's f.u.c.king dead! So don't you dare think for a second that I have any feelings except disgust towards you."

The hurt and humiliation once again tore through Miranda's heart. She wished she could hurt him back. He was lethal not caring about her emotions or how he was ripping up her insides. Miranda chocked back a sob. She would not give him the satisfaction of watching her cry.

She left the bed and took her pillow and his blanket, she could sulk on the sofa but she didn't need to be cold doing it.

Alec watched her stomp away. She f.u.c.king took his blanket. Alec put on a jumper and tried to sleep. Yeah it wasn't going to work he was too cold. He shook his head, no use trying to understand her. He did feel bad for chocking her. He wasn't the type to fight unfair. At least she always knew when his abuse would strike. He caught her off guard and sure enough she sure as h.e.l.l caught him off guard too.

Next morning Miranda was dressed and had breakfast ready before Alec arose. She had scrambled some eggs along with toast. Fresh pot of coffee and the house was clean. She also had awoken so early and saw that Alec was cold in his sleep. Good! f.u.c.k him let him freeze! But saying that Miranda found herself covering him. Whatever Miranda you are such a wimp!

Alec smelt food. He was warm and couldn't figure out when his body had warmed up. Looking down he realized he was covered. Well she must be looking for brownie points. He saw her drink her coffee alternating between her drink and eating her toast. Unaware that he had woken she was daydreaming. Jesus she was beautiful.

Miranda wanted out, she could feel his hatred toward her. Last night he was brutal he actually blamed her for his brother's death. Miranda had tried not to think of Ethan. It was too scary to recall. She would need some serious psychiatric help if she survived this ordeal.

"What the f.u.c.k are you wearing?" Miranda looked up to see Alec's eyes turn almost completely black.

"I... I needed clothes I got it out of the trunk, I saw you take out clothes from there before." He looked outraged. She wore simple black leggings and a simple peach s.h.i.+rt, she had a throw over poncho. Why was he so angry? It was just clothes probably belonging to an ex-lover. "I'm sorry I was just cold" he moved toward her and ripped the poncho from her.

"You think you are worthy to put this on? Do you f.u.c.king know who this belonged to?" Oh dear this was no good.

"Alec I'm sorry ... I was just so cold," without thinking he grabbed her by her arm and pulled her up gripping her painfully.

"Alec! You f.u.c.king don't learn. How do you f.u.c.king address me?" Starting to really panic now.

"Sir! Sir I address you as sir!"

"So why the f.u.c.k do you continually call me by my name?" Okay this was bad Miranda knew this was going to be bad. He pulled her behind him and all but threw her onto the ground outside.

"f.u.c.k off! Go! You want your freedom! Go!" With that he closed the door.

Miranda was on the floor out in the f.u.c.king middle of nowhere, with a thin s.h.i.+rt and no shoes. Fantastic! How did he always f.u.c.k her over?

Alec was furious the little b.i.t.c.h wore his mother's clothes. He was taken aback when he saw her. She actually reminded him of her. Who the h.e.l.l did she think she was going through his stuff? He'd leave her to freeze her a.s.s off out there! Her rebellion needed to stop. He needed control and when it came to Miranda he lost all self-control. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring her here. He just needed to get away and he wasn't thinking clearly.

Hours past and he hadn't even checked up on her. She was very quiet. f.u.c.k what if she found a way out? He knew it was nearly impossible to leave the premises as it was fully secured and secluded. She would have to walk for hours to reach civilization. Still he got a strange feeling that didn't sit well.