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Chapter 11: Dine
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A MADMAN'S OBSESSION Chapter 11: Dine
By the time the food arrived, neither of them had spoken much.The plates were set neatly before them, placed in perfect portions, carefully arranged. Soft music drifted through the restaurant, blending with the soft murmur of conversations and the occasional clink of cutlery against porcelain.Marceline picked up her fork and began to eat slowly.Across from her, Rafael hadn’t touched his food yet.He was watching the room.Or more specifically... the men in it.It had started the moment she walked in. The stolen glances and the brief pauses. The way conversations seemed to stall for half a second when Marceline passed by. Even now, seated at their table, the attention hadn’t stopped.A man at the bar looked over once.Then again.Another at a nearby table let his eyes linger too long before pretending to return to his meal.Her revealing dress didn’t help.The low back and the way the fabric clung to her waist and hips were too much for these men including him. The loose strands of
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The warehouse lights buzzed faintly overhead.The man who was tied to the metal chair had long since stopped struggling. His arms hung heavy against the restraints, wrists swollen and raw. Sweat soaked through his shirt. Every breath rattled.But his eyes stayed on the door.Waiting, hoping, and praying for salvation.And when it finally opened, the guards straightened immediately.Alexzandrei Constantine walked in with his usual demeanor.He moved without hurry, one hand adjusting the cuff of his sleeve as if he had just stepped out of a meeting rather than into a concrete room that smelled of fear. His expression was calm, polished, and almost pleasant.Then, his ash-colored eyes settled on the man.And he smiled.“Well,” Zandrei said lightly. “You look worse than I expected.”The man’s lips trembled. “S–sir… please…”Zandrei walked closer, his shoes echoing slowly against the concrete. He stopped a few feet away, studying him clearly showing his disappointment.“I don’t like this,”
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By the time Marceline reached the house, the plastic bags had left red marks on her fingers.The gate creaked as she pushed it open. She stepped inside the house and closed the door slowly, just long enough to catch her breath.She set the groceries on the counter and began putting things away. Her hands moved on autopilot, arranging cans and boxes while her mind drifted elsewhere, numb and quiet.She should have felt her own exhaustion.Every muscle ached. Her shoulders pulled tight while her head throbbed faintly.And yet.Her thoughts refused to stay put.They kept drifting back to the alley.To the man she met.The man’s face surfaced unbidden. Those sharp lines, the calm eyes, the cigarette between his fingers as if pain were an inconvenience rather than a threat. The way he had looked at her, not startled by her presence, but… curious. Her hands paused mid-motion, fingers resting against the counter.'Was he alright?'The question slipped in her head.Had he gone to a doctor? D
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“I have an urgent matter to attend to,” Rafael informed Marceline, already reaching for his wallet. He pulled out a neat stack of bills and pressed it into her hand with care. “This should be enough for the groceries.”His thumb lingered just a second too long against her palm.“I want to have dinner with you tonight,” he continued lightly, as if this were an ordinary day, as if nothing had fractured between them. “So get dressed. I’ll come pick you up, hm? Don't do anything stupid. You know what I can do.”Before she could respond, before she could even think, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Then he turned and left, already moving on to what he called work matters.Marceline stood there long after the door closed.She knew where he was going.The image came unbidden. She could see that woman, the child, the life he had hidden so easily. Her fingers curled slowly yet she said nothing.She only exhaled and stared at the money in her hand as if it weighed far more than it
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And so the days and weeks went on like that.Marceline stopped counting them, because counting meant acknowledging time was passing and time was supposed to bring healing. But nothing healed inside her, nothing softened, and nothing changed, except that everything grew heavier.Morning always arrived too quietly.The sun would spill through the curtains mocking the reality of what this house had become. The world outside continued as if nothing was wrong. Cars passed, neighbors laughed...life moved forward.Marcie remained suspended, feeling hollow inside.She learned to wake before Rafael did, not because she wanted to, but because it was safer. If she was already moving, already useful and present, then perhaps he wouldn’t look at her with that sharp suspicion, that restless hunger for control.She became careful with everything.The way she poured coffee.The way she folded laundry.The way she spoke.Or didn’t speak.Silence became her armor, even though it never truly protected h
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