All Chapters of Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

And there, in the center of it all, stood my son. He was covered in blood, his clothes soaked through, his hands gripping a surgical scalpel.How could anyone cause so much slaughter with just a scalpel? It seemed impossible, yet there he was, the evidence of his madness all around him.Our eyes met, and in that moment, everything else faded away. He looked at me, his eyes wide and pleading, tears cascading down his cheeks, along with the blood on his face.His breath hitched as he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I told you something was happening to me… but you didn’t listen.” His words cut through me like a knife, a stab of guilt and regret. I saw the pain in his eyes, the betrayal, and the overwhelming sorrow.That was the last time I saw my son—the last time before he was lost to the darkness that had consumed him. And I was left with the weight of what I had failed to do.I reached out to hold him, desperate to bridge the gap that had grown between us. I wanted to t

The mention of Evan's name felt like a dagger twisting in my chest. Though the wound was fresh, it bled no more tears. I was beyond grief, beyond sorrow—what remained was a void filled with a cold, unrelenting determination. The pain of his loss was a fire that fueled the madness brewing within me, a madness that demanded retribution, justice, and blood.The Sheriff looked into my eyes, but he found no trace of the person I once was. Instead, he saw only the raw, untamed resolve of someone who had nothing left to lose. "I’m sorry for your loss," I muttered, the words hollow and devoid of the warmth they once carried. He nodded in response, his head bobbing with a strange weariness, a burden that went far beyond the physical toll of his age or the monstrous transformation he had undergone. It was the weight of guilt, regret, and unspoken fears that haunted him."Let’s get some rest," he suggested, throwing another plank onto the fire, the flames leaping higher into the night. "We don’t

According to our plan, Victoria cast a spell that transformed Dominic into the perfect disguise—a beggar. His once-neat appearance was now hidden beneath a layer of dust, his hair tousled and untidy.The addition of a French beard, streaked with black and white, gave him the look of a man far beyond his years.Deep-set eye bags, wrinkled cheeks, and a mouth full of yellowing teeth completed the illusion, making him almost unrecognizable. The sight of his teeth alone was enough to make us gag.Dominic was clearly enjoying himself, taking full advantage of the appearance. He adopted a crunchy, heavy voice, teasing us with exaggerated compliments and flirty remarks that had both me and Victoria cringing and laughing at the same time.His foolish, though absurd, brought a brief moment of fun to the dire situation we found ourselves in, even releasing a rare chuckle from the Sheriff."We don't have much time for this!" Victoria laughed, playfully shoving Dominic away as he leaned in for an

Without wasting any time, we plunged deeper into the woods, retracing our steps back to the cabin where Evan had been brutally murdered.It was a place I had hoped never to visit again, the memory of Evan’s death still fresh and raw in my mind. But there we were, drawn by the grim necessity of our mission.As we approached, the cabin appeared abandoned, the silence thick and suffocating. But something felt off. A dim light flickered inside, casting dark shadows. We exchanged a cautious glance, the unspoken understanding that danger lurked within. Hunter, ever prepared, volunteered to go in first, and we remained outside, using him as bait.With the stealth of a seasoned predator, Hunter crept inside, his eyes scanning the room. It seemed desolate, as if Jeniece had never come back since that day.A rusted rack caught his attention, and upon it lay a pile of books, their covers worn and edges worn. He reached for one, its brittle pages crumbling in his hands, each page stained with the

Jeniece’s legs, the last part of her body free to move, rubbed together in a panic, desperate dance. Her eyes rolled back, tears streaming down her cheeks, glistening in the dim light. The crowd’s chants grew louder, more intense, but it wasn’t real—none of it was real, except for her suffering.And then, just as her struggle began to dull, a sudden blur of motion caught my eye. A figure moved through the crowd with the speed and force of a storm. It happened in an instant—one moment, Jeniece was dangling on the edge of death, the next, an unseen force had shoved her away from the noose.She hit the floor with a sickening thud, and the illusion of the roaring crowd around us evaporated like smoke. The sudden silence was deafening. All eyes turned to the figure standing just behind us—Cerberus. His face twisted with pain, but his eyes were clouded with confusion. He hadn't been the one to save her. No, the savior had come from within our own ranks. Dominic.He had moved with a speed th