Alejandro’s Obsession (English Version)

“At last, you’ve returned to my palace, my slave,” the young man said coldly as he yanked her out once more, but this time with brutal force. In that instant, the fragile world Erin had dreamed of for herself shattered into dust.

“Get down and crawl like a dog!” he commanded, his voice a venomous lash.

Alejandro’s cruelty had gone far beyond limits. It was too much—so much that, as wicked as it felt, Erin silently prayed she had already died. She wished death would claim her now. The girl didn’t move, not even a twitch; in her mind, she no longer existed.

Alejandro had stripped away every last shred of her self-respect. “MOVE!” he roared, his voice echoing like a whip crack. There was no escape for Erin. Everyone who dared to help her had been punished by him without mercy. When she still refused to budge, Alejandro himself forced her into motion.

He shoved her head down by tightening his grip around her throat, forcing her to bend. Without a word, she obeyed in silent defeat. Erin crawled like a beaten animal.

Alejandro clasped a collar around her neck like one would for a dog, then dragged her forward with the rope attached. He didn’t care that the ground tore at her knees, littered with sharp stones, as she crawled. This was his punishment for her.

He stopped before the towering gates of his mansion and hauled her upright, only to wrench her hair so hard her scalp burned, shoving her down again. She fell face-first into the dirt, too broken to stand, knowing it would mean nothing.

Her feet throbbed with pain, her body ached, but the agony in her heart was worse. He treated her not as a person, but a chained pet. She heard his cruel laugh.

“This is your punishment for ruining my pleasures, little rabbit.” He barked an order to his men, sending one inside to fetch something. They obeyed quickly, returning in moments.

"Boss, what should we do with her?" she heard one ask. Erin’s senses were sharp, yet her strength was gone. She could feel the eyes of his men, watching silently, eager to see what their master would do.

Her wounds, scratches, and bruises that had just begun to heal would be torn open again. “Don’t you dare touch her,” Alejandro growled. “I’ll be the one to do this. Only me.” Her head pounded—likely a mild concussion. She had escaped him once, but somehow, she was back here again. She was tired. Tired of this, tired of the past, tired of everything.

No voice came from her lips anymore; even the will to speak was gone. Though she had escaped, she had been dragged back too soon. The heavens seemed to mourn with her.

The sky was heavy and gray, threatening rain. No one dared stop Alejandro. No one had the courage to face him. He would do whatever he pleased.

For weeks, he had been torturing her, feeding on her suffering. Erin could hear his breath, even the pounding of her own heart. The last time she was here, she had been close to death. What fate awaited her now? Hurting others pleased him, and she was his chosen victim.

Slowly, Erin sat and hugged herself, unable to see the room clearly. She hoped—foolishly—that some mercy would stir in him. But when he spoke, she felt her last fragile hope slip away. She readied herself for the death she had long wished for.

“Fifty whips!”