All Chapters of Her obsessed beast : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The elevator slowed. Her stomach churned. They stepped out into the underground garage- silent, empty, scrubbed clean. A black SUV waited with its engine already running. The doors were open. The interior light glowed warm, almost inviting. Innara stopped walking. Her body refused. "No. You said safer. This doesn't feel safe." She whispered. The man beside her crouched down slightly, lowering himself to her eye level. His voice softened- not with the false kindness, but with something practiced and deliberate. Mockery. "Tell me. How many times in your life has 'safe' come with locked doors and rich men?" He asked. She flinched. "How many times has safety demanded silence? And how many times, it ended with fire?" He continued. Her breath hitched sharply. They hadn't threatened her. They didn't need to. "You are surrounded by people who would kill entire cities to keep you breathing, and you feel it everyday, don't you?" He said indirectly mentioning the Fernandez family

After sometime, She woke slowly. Not all at once, but in fragments- sound first, then sensation, then awareness like a wound reopening. The smell of antiseptic returned before her vision did. Her body felt wrong. Empty in a way she had never experienced before. Heavy and hollow at the same time. Her eyes fluttered open. White ceiling. Different from before. The room was quieter now. Smaller. Recovery, she realized distantly. Her throat was dry, her head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache. She shifted slightly and froze. The weight was gone. Her breath caught violently in her chest. "No." she croaked. Her hands moved instinctively, trembling as they slid down her abdomen. Flat. Bandaged. Aching- but empty. The child who had stretched her skin and bones for months was gone, leaving behind a void so profound it felt like gravity itself had changed. "No. No---No---" she said again, louder now, panic flaring white-hot. She tried to sit up. Pain tore through h

PRESENT TIME: TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER... Morning crept into the apartment the way it always did- softly, without announcement. Sunlight filtered through sheer white curtains, turning the dust motes in the air into drifting gold. Outside, Mexico City was already awake, distant horns and voices blending into a low, familiar hum. Inside the apartment, however, time moved differently. Slower. Safer. There stood a woman- Innara. She stood barefoot in the kitchen, hair loosely braided over one shoulder, humming under her breath as she stirred a pot on the stove. The smell of simmering milk and cardamom filled the space, warm and comforting. She moved with ease of routine now, hands confident, body relaxed- so different from the woman who had once trembled in hospital sheets, afraid to breathe too loudly. It's been two and a half years, since she was living in this apartment with Dr. Nitya and her little baby girl. In these years, she barely stepped out of this building due to con

The nightmare never began at the beginning. It always started somewhere in the middle- where panic was already blooming, where her breath was already shallow, where her body already knew it was trapped long before her mind caught up. Tonight, it began with a sound. The low creak of a wooden floorboard. Her eyes snapped open, but she wasn't in her bed. The ceiling above her was wrong- too low, stained yellow with age and smoke, a single bulb flickering like a dying heartbeat. The air was thick, humid, laced with sweat, cheap perfume, and something sour beneath it all. Fear had a smell. She had learned that long ago. Her throat tightened. No. No, no, no- She tried to move, but her wrists were pinned above her head, tied with rough rope that burned into her skin. The knots were familiar. Too familiar. Her fingers curled uselessly, nails scraping against splintered wood. The bed beneath her sagged in the middle, springs groaning softly as if whispering secrets they had witnessed t

Innara was busy cooking while softly humming. The apartment door opened with a familiar click. Tired Nitya who came straight from the parking lot threw her bag on the couch and sat there lazily. Her head was thrown back and her hands sprawled beside her head. Her eyes closed and she sighed softly. Today was a hectic day for her. When she felt the apartment was unusually silent she looked up and saw Innara humming to herself softly which gained her attention. Nitya stood up, shrugging off her coat. She raised her brows and looked around because there was no sign of Little, mischievous Aria's presence there. Her menace. She turned around and walked towards Innara who couldn't hear her due to noise cancelling earphones. Nitya smirked to herself and rubbed her palms together as if planning something evil in her mind already. "BOOOOOO!!!" She screamed loudly near Innara's ear with a slap on her shoulder startling her. Innara looked up instinctively from the stove, where lentils simmered