Todos os capítulos de THE BEAST'S OBSESSION: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Sauntering from the bathroom, I trudge to the bed where my black outfit rests. A very short black silky dress for my liking, but thanks to my knee-length leather trench frock, I won't feel so naked. The knee-length leather boots will be of great help to this cold that is beginning to fall too. I pull the clothes on, and the boots too, opting to let my hair cascade past my shoulders, almost kissing hips at the back. Glimpsing at my reflection in the mirror adjacent to the closet, I really look like a mafia girl. Black looks pretty good on me too, and it fits this job- dark, and shady, and it also embodies my situation, grief. My predicaments are everything dark.From the memory that has refused to return to me. All I have are these baffling dreams that I can't seem to make out. I'm a tormented soul. My life is a total dilemma. The story of Annah hasn't given me peace of mind the whole day, adding to my quandaries. It is so overwhelming to reckon that someone could be living in such d

To say that we over-speeding is an understatement. We are steering at a supersonic acceleration. But forget the speed for now, because I now thank his savage driving speed as we manage to dodge the countless bullets being showered on us.I'm nearly leaning on him, breathing through fear. Dripping drips terror.By God's miracle, our car manage to circumvent the group of armed men, and the speed increases further. We are technically floating on air as we veer away from the impending jeopardy. With one hand fisted on Deep's hand, and the other one soothing my heart to stay in its ribcage, I tilt my head back, to assess the status of the rest of us, thinking that they were lucky just like us.My eyes are greeted by the most horrendous horror film. Ajay's goons have gotten out of their vans, firing back in defence of the furious groups. The sounds of gunshots are like wild showers that are deaf threatening. Both groups are as equally dangerous. They might end up killing other.Who are thes

I peel my eyes to the most beautiful ceiling, and my lungs are honoring in ecstasy the fresh aura surging through their walls from this strange breathtaking room. Aah, not strange. I remember falling into the most safest hands last night after the paradoxes shrouding my life were divulged to me. I suppose this is his house?I jerk myself up from the solace of this huge soft bed. It's heavenly compared to that shit back in the brothel. Lowering the duvet to my belly as I boost my back no the headboard slang, I sit down, the visions of last night flooding in so furiously.It's depressing because I still don't feel the absolute rapport with whatever that was said to me last night, except the pain. The grief I feel in my heart substantiates that the truth is finally revealing itself. For the first time, something feels right in my life. These guys aren't lying to me at all. But that doesn't relief me one bit. It's on the contrary skyrocketing my bafflement.Silvano!!Silvano!Silvano!I l

The doorbell rings, reclaiming me from ebbing into the bewitching magnetism of his beguiling lips again. My impulse of Ajay being connected to this adversity got him to dive deeper into thoughts, perhaps trying to ponder the potential authenticity of my perceptions. Well, since my mind seems almost so certain that that monster is the mastermind of all this, I thought it wise to just ricochet my eyes around the gorgeous features of the portrayal before me. A bad idea, I would say. How even did I manage to keep him as just a friend? And how long was this friendship of ours?"Knowing that monster, I can't vouch that he couldn't have done this. What I find difficult to decipher is his ulterior motive to do this. I can't think of anything that would make him do this." Deep speaks."I know. I can't wrap my finger around that too. But my impulses are so strongly compelling. This is beyond coincidence." I affirm."Okay. We wi..." He starts, but the doorbell rings again countless times, cuttin

Life sure has no mercy! I feel disgruntled at everything, my pathetic unfortunate self included. The devil has surely made a pact with fate to screw me, and the heavens have always had their doors latched for me. I am all alone in this quagmire. I feel so forfeited, and vague, and powerless, and above all, empty!How can life be so cruel? What did I ever do in the past for the heavens to castigate me this way, huh? My parents got annihilated. The killer is walking free and on top of the nation, cloaking himself as the fucking savior while my parents can't even be buried yet. My only sibling is missing and I don't know where to start looking. Ooh, well, I think I have an idea, but how do I do that? How can I face that monster now?My uncle?! My fucking uncle!My nightmare, the monster I loath with all my heart, the man who took my purity, the dog that deflowered me in the cruellest way and kept on abusing me sexually over and over again and again, turns out to be my uncle? That's the