Obsession: Obsession Part 8

"She's gotta learn. One way or another she's gonna f.u.c.king learn!"

"Your right but let me just give her a change of clothes and a blanket. Come on man this isn't you!"

Handing the keys to him Alec threatened him. "If you f.u.c.king touch her I will slit her throat in front of you." Carlos knew Alec enough to know his threat was a promise. He wouldn't be taking any chances, of that Alec was certain.

Miranda was walking around trying to warm herself when she heard the door open. The light hurt her eyes. She moved back waiting to see what he wanted now. To her shock and relief it was Carlos. "Here change into these," he handed her a pair of grey Addidas track pants and a matching black and pink jumper. He had socks and Wooly boots. Carlos knew the drop the in temperature in this room. She would surely suffer pneumonia if she didn't warm up.

Bless him Miranda thought. She wanted to run into his arms, but restrained herself. He had a thick comforter and a woolen blanket, which he laid on the floor. He gave her a large bottle of water and a little torch.

"I'm going to help you escape," he whispered. "Just stay out of trouble until I can get you organized." He didn't look at her when he spoke, he continued fixing the comforter on the floor. Miranda didn't believe what she was hearing. She was so afraid she misheard him.

"Sleep on that and cover yourself with the blanket. Exercise as much as you can. Keep calm he'll let you out eventually."

With that Carlos left. "Thank you." Miranda said before he closed the door. She heard him lock her in.

Miranda was so grateful for the change in clothes. She put on her boots and laid on the comforter. It was thick and soft, thank G.o.d she didn't have to sleep on the cold hard floor. She covered herself in the thick blanket and warmed herself. The feeling returned to her limbs. Miranda owed Carlos so much. He was always there to try and deal with Alec.

He was going to help her escape. Oh dear! This was huge. What if Alec found out? He would surely kill them both. Could Miranda live with herself if anything happened to Carlos?

Alec couldn't work eat or sleep. His monster was starved and he desperately needed to appease it. For four days he left Miranda in the bas.e.m.e.nt. He would have Maria bring in her meals. Nothing fancy at all. Oatmeal for breakfast, no coffee. A plain sandwich for lunch. For dinner she had a simple meat with a side of one type of vegetable. No drinks no salt no sauces. He allowed her use the toilet in the bas.e.m.e.nt after each meal. Maria would unlock the door, wait for her to finish her business than lock the door to the bathroom. Once a night Maria would unlock the bathroom door so Miranda could wash herself. No hot water!

At this point Miranda was wis.h.i.+ng death upon herself. Carlos hadn't returned and she was starting to feel disheartened. She had just finished was.h.i.+ng herself and was changed into a new pair of track pants that Maria had given her. She covered up with the blanket around her and sat on the chair. Miranda familiarized herself with her surroundings. Thank G.o.d Carlos had given her that torch. Miranda knew there was a large work shelf on the far right. She knew the chair was near the door to the bathroom and her made up bed sat to the left of the room. Her loneliness was eating away at her. The worst part of it she was actually was missing Alec.

Alec made his way down the bas.e.m.e.nt. He could see Miranda turn from the light. Her hair was a mess and she looked thinner. Wrapping the blanket tightly around her she tried to adjust to the light. Alec had missed her so much. "Come here kid," he waited for her patiently to decide to obey or not. f.u.c.king h.e.l.l she should have learnt her lesson by now. Slowly she stood and made her way to him.

"Miss me?" He asked her. She turned away. "No? Well I was going to let you out but seeing you haven't missed me maybe another few days in here..." He made it out like he was leaving. Miranda ran to him and hugged his back. Alec choked back his surprise. She held him tight. He tried to loosen her grip to turn and look at her but she wouldn't budge. "It's okay kid," he soothed. Finally she loosened her hold on him. Alec turned to face her now. "Wow you missed me that much ay?" He smirked.

"Come on let's get you into a nice hot bath," he held her hand and led her out of the bas.e.m.e.nt and to her room. Miranda didn't know what to do. "Take your clothes off." He went into the bathroom and filled up the tub. Taking off her clothes she put a robe around her as she followed him into the bathroom. He was in the tub already. "Get in." he ordered. The steam and bubbles were beckoning for her to get in. What the h.e.l.l it was a warm bath. She wouldn't let him deter her from having this. She disrobed and move into the heavenly water.

Alec positioned Miranda so her back was leaning against his chest. He washed her hair twice. He conditioned and ma.s.saged her scalp. He rinsed her hair and was finally happy with the outcome. He proceeded to wash her body. Lathering scented soap all over her body.

Miranda had died and gone to heaven. Her mind couldn't register anything except this beautiful feeling. After being so cold and alone Miranda was starved for his affection. He ran his hands down between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Down her flat belly until he reached her p.u.s.s.y. He stroked her gently earning a moan from her. He circled her c.l.i.t and she laid her head on his shoulder turning her face. She closed her eyes as he continued his sweet onslaught on her p.u.s.s.y. She was so close to losing control, she was in a trance. Suddenly on the verge of a mind blowing o.r.g.a.s.m he wrapped his other hand around her throat and squeezed. Miranda's o.r.g.a.s.m seemed to reach new heights. With him choking her, her o.r.g.a.s.m prolonged. Finally releasing his grip Miranda's o.r.g.a.s.m started anew. She screamed as he continued to tease her nub.

Chapter 10.

They made love that night. Pa.s.sionately and unhurried. He kissed every inch of her body, he was gentle and loving. Miranda started to understand his ways. He would inflict the pain being physically or emotionally then would be the one to comfort her. Making her crave his forgiveness. Yet even knowing this Miranda allowed him to abuse her and kiss her better. She was in his arms the entire night.

Alec was in deep s.h.i.+t. He's feelings for Miranda had developed into more than just a sick obsession, he was actually craving her company. She had a quirky sense of humor and was quite intelligent. She made him laugh at her witty remarks. He was in awe of her character. Nothing rehea.r.s.ed and she wore her heart on her sleeve.

Miranda was walking on egg sh.e.l.ls afraid to cause his mood to change. He was acting very strange being charming and staring at her a lot. So Miranda made no attempt to initiate anything physical. Every time she had been the one to make a move to kiss him or touch him his mood would change and he would look for a reason to punish her. So Miranda didn't push her luck.

He would spend each night with her holding her. He started asking questions about her life. "How old were you when your parents died?" He asked one night.

"Seventeen. Came home from work with cops in my house. That's when Marcus came. He tried to take on the role of my guardian, mainly because he knew my parents left me an inheritance. And of course because he could stay in the house rent free." Miranda recalled that tragic day and held back her tears.

"What did you do with your inheritance?" Alec asked genuinely interested.

"It was pretty much dad's savings and both their super. Marcus gambled it away. He would come and tell me some thug was after him that his life was in danger until there was nothing left. He tried to get me to mortgage the house but I couldn't do that."

"And he bargained you off to repay his debt to me." His voice was quiet.

"Yeah well you apparently was the one thug he feared more than anybody. He begged and pleaded with me to go with you. In all my time with Marcus I'd never seen him so afraid, I can understand why now. Wouldn't want to cross you big boy," she nudged him to lighten the mood.

"Who do you belong to Miranda?" Okay he was getting that creepy vibe again.

"I belong to you sir."

"Don't you ever forget it."

Through the week Miranda felt a change in the atmosphere. Alec was really on edge and for the first time it wasn't aimed at her. Carlos and Alec were on high alert, something was amiss. "Is it organized?" Alec asked Carlos. Miranda was pretending to read, listening in on them.

"All done. I suggest you think hard about this one, he's on the attack, you know what he wants, Alec he will stop at nothing... He will use any resources he has to get to you, any weaknesses." Carlos was saying.

"I know... I know, I can handle it I will get him out of the picture one way or another!"

"He knows your weakness Alec. Eliminate it so he can't use it against you. He will be ruthless bro you know this."

Alec looked really frustrated. Miranda was starting to worry. He walked over to her and told her to go to her room. Obediently Miranda did as she was told. Once in her room she could not help shake the feeling that something was going to happen. She paced the room trying to get her mind off Alec and what was worrying him.

"Alec he's got Miranda in his sights. Ethan won't stop till he has her man. He knows your feelings towards her. Discard her so he thinks she was just another f.u.c.k! If you care for her you need to get her away from you."

"I'll protect her." Alec was losing his patience. He was going to kill Ethan one way or another. Little f.u.c.ker trying to get his hands on his girl. Not a f.u.c.king chance a.s.shole!

"Until you deal with him let her go! You can always get her back after we kill the f.u.c.ker." Carlos was making sense. He needed to get rid of Miranda for her sake. But he needed to do it in a way she would believe. She was too easy to read and if he told her of his plan she wouldn't know how to lie if ever confronted by Ethan or his people.

No use delaying the inevitable. He slowly walked up to her room. Opening the door he saw her pacing around the room. She looked adorable in her black and white polka dot nightie. He noticed her eyes light up when he entered the room. "Is everything okay?" She asked "Fine, everything is fine. You can go ahead and pack your things. You will be going home tomorrow." He was trying so hard to act like it didn't bother him.

"What? What are you saying? Why are you saying this to me?" She was starting to feel uneasy.

"Miranda it's over. I don't want you here anymore."

"You're lying! You are lying please stop!" she was crying. He couldn't do this to her now. Miranda was sure he had feelings for her.

He was losing this battle. He wanted to hold her so tight and never let her go.

"For f.u.c.ks sake kid I'm done with you! Don't make a scene you knew it would come to this. I've found somebody else. She can fulfill my every desire. You are free. I will compensate you for your time. You'll never need for anything."

"What? You turn my life upside down for months, the abuse, the suffering I've endured and you're telling me it was for nothing! That I'm your wh.o.r.e you can pay off? You are lying I know you are." Miranda grabbed a very expensive vase and threw it at his head. He dodged the hit before the vase shattered all over the floor.

"Calm the f.u.c.k down Miranda!" He was getting a f.u.c.king hard on with her reaction. She grabbed another object and threw it at him. Again he dodged it.

"Wh.o.r.e! Sweetheart you were a wh.o.r.e the second you were given to me. Your uncle made you a wh.o.r.e not me. I showed the wh.o.r.e how to play." He watched Miranda's expression of disbelief. She looked devastated. Alec's heart was being ripped out of his chest.

"d.a.m.n you to h.e.l.l!" She walked over to him and with all her might she slapped him across his face. Slowly he turned and looked at her, the game was f.u.c.king on. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled it hard forcing her to look up at him.

"You wanna play kid? Hmmm? You like it rough yeah? You wanna make me mad?"

"f.u.c.k you!" She yelled so loud. "f.u.c.k you!"

He grabbed her wrists and threw her on the bed. She quickly kicked away from him. He grabbed her feet and pushed her to the edge of the bed where he turned her over and lifted her nightie up, he was not being gentle at all. "Wanna play? Let's f.u.c.king play." Alec tore off her knickers and held her by the waist. Her a.s.s was rubbing on his c.o.c.k.

"I hate you! I f.u.c.king hate you!" She was still fighting and trying to get away. She was so angry at the way he was discarding her. She kicked back and thrashed her head in an attempt to escape. He laughed as he grabbed both her arms and bought them high on her back making her scream from pain.

"That hurt?" He pulled harder. She refused to answer this sick b.a.s.t.a.r.d. He grabbed both her wrist behind her back in one hand while he unzipped his pants with the other. He forced his d.i.c.k into her with such force Miranda feared she would tear.

"You're a f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e! Always will be a f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e! I've fed, dressed and f.u.c.ked you as my wh.o.r.e!" All the while slamming into her. He continued to insult her as he f.u.c.ked her forcefully.

"You love me? You want me to love you? Was that your aim? What a f.u.c.king joke! You think I can ever love a wh.o.r.e?" He lost the ability to think. He was f.u.c.king her so hard. Her tears bought out the beast within him and he lost any sense of reasoning. He exploded into her with a force he had never experienced before. He really was a sick f.u.c.k. Removing himself from her he dressed himself.

"Carlos will take you home first thing in the morning." With that he left the room, leaving a shocked and devastated Miranda to deal with her broken heart.

Finis.h.i.+ng off packing her belongings Miranda was in a state of shock. She refused to pack anything that Alec had purchased for her. She remembered the bank card and threw it on the bed. How could she live with herself? He f.u.c.king tortured her for months, living in a constant state of fear. Yet she was crying for him. Well no more! Alec didn't deserve her tears.

She dressed in her no name faded jeans and a black simple top with her favorite ankle boots. Miranda opted to tie her hair into a high pony tail. Looking at herself in the mirror she felt a moment of self-pity. It's fine this was her chance to start her life anew, she was trying so hard to look at the positive side to all of this.

When Miranda heard a knock on the door her heart literally skipped a beat, it was Carlos. He walked in unable to look her in the eyes. "You ready?" He asked grabbing her suitcase. Miranda simply nodded and followed him out.

The drive was quiet and awkward. Miranda was grateful she didn't see Alec on the way out. She didn't know how she would have reacted. Carlos made no attempt to talk to her. She turned and looked outside the window. Hating herself for falling in love with Alec. Hating herself for the pleasure she experienced after his abuse. Hated her body for wanting him so bad. But mostly hating her heart because it left her vulnerable.

Reaching their destination Carlos stopped the car. He got out and retrieved her bag from the trunk. He took it and placed it on her doorstep. She was next to him. He ran his hand on his chin "I'm sorry kid..."

"Please don't Carlos. Thanks for everything," with that Miranda gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and made her way inside.

Alec drank straight from the whiskey bottle. He knew he was drunk and didn't give a f.u.c.k! He was going to kill Ethan one way or another. That mother f.u.c.ker did this to him. He sat on her bed drinking himself to the point where life was one big blur. He let her go! He f.u.c.king let her go! He would kill any mother f.u.c.ker that went near her! He f.u.c.king let her go!

Everything Alec had bought her remained. Her heels her jewelry her designer bags. Her brand name clothes were all still there. Alec wanted to scream the f.u.c.king house down! How was he going to get on without her? He needed his fix. She was his f.u.c.king addiction. The last thought Alec had before he fell into a blissful state of unconsciousness was of Miranda's big puppy dog eyes.

Miranda walked into her house with a sad sense of loss. The pictures of her parents was her breaking point. Miranda sat on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably. How could her life turn out like this? How would she move on from this? Miranda continued to cry until there were no more tears left to cry. Exhausted she stood and took her bag to her room where she left it on the floor and climbed into her bed, her exhaustion kicked in and she fell asleep almost immediately.

"What the h.e.l.l you doing here?" Marcus's voice came to Miranda like a faraway dream. Suddenly realizing where she was she sat up. "He let you go! f.u.c.ked up did you? He didn't want you?"

Miranda looked at her uncle and wanted to kill him. "Get your s.h.i.+t Marcus and leave. You're not welcome here anymore." f.u.c.k them all. No more being nice. This a.s.shole fed her to the wolves!

"You think you can come here and tell me what to do?" Marcus looked like he was caught off guard.

"Marcus I'm giving you one hour to get out of here, or I swear to G.o.d I'll call the cops." With that Miranda stood up." I want you out of my house today!" She was done.

"You're an ungrateful b.i.t.c.h! You know that! Everything I've ever done for you and you are throwing me out!" He was yelling. But guess what f.u.c.ker I can yell too, Miranda was beyond trying to remain calm.

"You f.u.c.king left me there for over four months. Were you ever going to come for me? Do you know what I've been through? Have you any idea the f.u.c.king pain I've suffered? I want you and all your c.r.a.p gone within the hour."

Thankfully Marcus left the house with no dramas. Miranda needed to sort herself out. First thing first she went to the hardware store and purchased new locks. She also went grocery shopping taking her time in the aisles like she was on an adventure. Being locked up for so long and never been able to go anywhere on her own Miranda started to slowly enjoy her freedom.

When returning home she went to the task of changing the locks to the house. Front and back door done, Miranda was now able to start cleaning up. Scrubbing the bathrooms and kitchen, at one point she was on her hands and knees scrubbing the tiles on the floor. She then moved to dusting and vacuuming the house. Opening all the windows for fresh air! When satisfied with downstairs Miranda went to her room and started to strip her bed. Changing the sheets and cleaning her room until it looked and smelt like she remembered it.

After was.h.i.+ng and hanging the sheets Miranda's cleaning frenzy was complete. She had a shower and dressed in her old striped pajamas. Brus.h.i.+ng her hair Miranda's stomach clenched from hunger. Realizing she hadn't eaten all day she decided on ordering pizza for herself. Watching TV eating pizza and drinking c.o.ke... That's the life.

Yet why did she feel so alone and so unfulfilled?

Months pa.s.sed by and Alec was consumed with work. He was vicious tearing anything in his way. He hadn't been able to deal with Ethan yet, Ethan being a cunning p.r.i.c.k that was going to ruin everything. Alec was trying to keep Ethan busy, that way the whole Miranda thing wouldn't be an issue anymore.

Crystal was given the task of relaying to Ethan how Alec had discarded Miranda. That way Ethan would leave Miranda alone. Alec was creating obstacles in Ethan's way when it came to the casino, Ethan wanted to make it available to the public but Alec refused to sign. Alec wanted it to be an exclusive club by request only. Ethan only saw dollar signs and wanted to expand.

Meeting up with Ethan they had discussed these issues. James was there too. "Where is Miranda?" Asked James to Alec's surprise. "Such a lovely girl, she was"

Alec clenched his jaw. "Who?" It was show time and all for Ethan's sake.

"Miranda, wasn't that her name? The beautiful brunette with those stunning eyes. The kid with the dimple when she smiled. I'm sure her name was Miranda, she was with you and Carlos at the charity fundraiser," how could Alec forget?

"Yes, yes I recall now. We parted a while back. You know me James, I'm not a one woman man." He forced a laugh but he really wanted to punch Ethan in the f.u.c.king face.

"Really? Maybe you can give me her number? She was a stunner! Wouldn't mind giving her a go, if you know what I mean?" Ethan winked at Alec with that remark. Alec was furious, but he wouldn't allow this p.r.i.c.k to think she was of importance to him. He could however see a glint in Ethan's eyes... Carlos was right, this a.s.shole was going to use Miranda to get him to agree to his terms for the casinos. Lucky he had taken her out of the picture, Carlos was always one step ahead... At least she was safe, until he had he back in his arms that was.

"Haven't seen her in a few month Ethan, maybe Crystal has her number. I don't like keeping numbers of girls unless I intend to see them again," he hoped that the message was clear to Ethan.

"Never mind Alec, she shouldn't be too hard to find... It wouldn't bother you will it? If I date her?" Alec was biting down on his teeth. He smirked at Ethan.

"Be my guest I've no need for her!" Alec was on the verge of losing it. f.u.c.king James for bringing her up.

Business came up and Ethan wanted to know why they couldn't expand the casino. As James and Alec both explained was the whole reason they built it was so only for the high rollers, the big spenders. He didn't need f.u.c.kers like Marcus p.i.s.sing all over his routine. He liked his club being exclusive. In other words only for the rich and famous.

This went on for months Alec refusing to give in to Ethan. f.u.c.ker was going to die, but not until he worked out how to do it. Ethan was very powerful and had a h.e.l.l of a lot of bodyguards. He hired bodyguards of the highest degree. Whereas Alec had his security mostly from loyal friends. Carlos always trained his bodyguards and security guards to their fullest ability and more.

It was a very touch and go situation. It was a delicate situation that needed to be treated accordingly. He always knew that he would eventually kill Ethan, but for James's sake he held back.

Alec wanted to bring this f.u.c.ker down. If he f.u.c.king ever touched Miranda he would rip his f.u.c.king heart out. He would not care about James then. His son would be a dead f.u.c.ker.