All Chapters of Love, Obsession, Torture: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Robin, you have to give me my tie. Please…please baby.” Jack voiced quietly, in the softest tone ever. I stared at him for far too long, before reaching out and picking up his tie for him. He wounded the tie tightly around Mason’s wrist.“Go to my wardrobe for more ties, he’s going to wriggle out of this.” As if on cue, Mason started a fierce jiggle of his wrist out of the tie. “Calm the fuck down.” Jack grasped Mason’s bounded wrists, raising a pleading eye to me. “Robin please get me the ties. I’ll call Floyd to take care of this, then we can talk.” I rushed up the endless stairs to his room, collected all sorts of ties I could gather then darted back to the hall. I fetched my bag, ready to make my way out, but no sooner had I reached the entrance, I felt a strong arm surrounding my waist, hauling me from my feet one a squeal, and pulling me back inside.“Where do you think you’re going, lady?” Jack screeched, taking the stairs two at a time to his room.Why were we going back to h

“Harder?” he panted, increasing the intensity of his strokes, my breasts bouncing up and down, my ragged breathing growing even more frenetic, my heart pounding in my chest. It was safe to say I was whirling in the realm of delirium, my continuous gasps an indication of my imminent orgasm. I purred Jack’s name, my fingers tightening around his shoulders to the point of turning white.“Jake!” I bellowed, shaking wildly before splintering into bits around him, panting my release in a loud moan. I was wasted, but I wanted more of him inside me. If only my building core had no limits to reach. I would go on like this forever. He learned in, taking my mouth into his and sucking my breath away. I weaved my hands into his hair, tugging at it, pushing him into my mouth. I was satisfied to the brim. My phone chimed with the tenth message or slightly more. I couldn’t ascertain an exact number since it went haywire during the heated moment. I would get back to Lana eventually. In the moment, I ne

I opened my bleary eyes. Jack’s outline hovering blurrily above me in my line of sight, his voice frantically shouting my name and tapping my cheeks. I forced my eyes wider, diving straight into his blues piercing down at me, realisation of the cause of my current state, gripping me with panic. I scrambled clumsily backwards, breathing heavily as I retreated to the edge of the bed. “Robin, I’m not going to hurt you.” he sighed, his eyes brimming with hurt and pain. “I can’t believe, you’d even think for a second that I’d harm you. You’re my life.” He leaned forward to hold me. I flinched, clambering down from the bed and grabbing my bag. I needed to leave this place.“Where are my clothes?” I demanded, looking straight ahead, ignoring his gaze. “Robin. Please…let’s talk about this.”“Jack, I just need my fucking clothes.” I barked. I had no interest in listening to anything he had to say to me. No explanations could justify him killing my parents. The people I loved most in the worl

The days were blurring into each other. It had been week two of lying in bed, mourning the loss of my parents and the murderer. Two weeks without stepping a foot outside, not even to work. Two weeks of isolation and glum. The crushing reality that I couldn’t be with Jack was asphyxiating. Where was I going to find a love this intoxicating? This electrifying? This consuming? Then again, I couldn’t betray my parents any longer. I couldn’t be disloyal to their memories by staying in a relationship with their killer. I couldn’t. Jack had filled Lana in upon her return after seeing me in a grief-stricken state, and barely responsive. She gave me space, not probing for any more information about the matter. She knew the toll their deaths had taken on me: on my self-confidence, on feeling I was undeserving of love, on feeling I was inadequate, insufficient, to say the least. The list could cram into a hefty tome. Lana softly pulled my door open, just enough to peep through the narrow gap,

How did he find me?“Jack, let go of him!” I yelled, shooting him an angry glare and clapping my hand around his arm, trying a futile attempt to stop his fist from smashing into Mr stranger’s lacerated face, which was barely looking anything like him by the way.Jack was a morbid animal. “Next time you fucking touch what belongs to me, you’ll leave without limps.” Jack snarled at poor Stranger, after which he gave him a hefty shove. Everyone cavalierly looked on as Mr stranger crashed to the floor, his lifeless body hardly twitching. My eyes dilated with horror, my mouth gaping open as I fixed my gaze on the battered stranger in sheer hideousness. The man wasn’t moving, yet no one bothered to help. It took me few seconds to become fully aware, I was flung over Jack’s shoulder, moving through a cleaved path as he marched us out of the bar. We had only just made it through the threshold, landing outside the bar when someone screamed, ‘Call 911, he’s not moving.’ Were they all so terr