Obsession: Her Final Vengeance の小説・ストーリー

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

Her skirt hugged her thighs, still sticky from last night’s charge with Big Daddy, the scent of sex faint but there. “I know you know who I am” she said, voice ice cold and sharp. “And why I’m here. You sick fucking pricks.” Toni circled a glowing super-machine, bat dragging on the floor, scraping metal, eyes wild with destruction. “This one looks expensive” she said, lifting it high. Rex lunged forward, hands out. “WAIT—we’ll terminate everything. Every link to Big Daddy. Please.” Screens flashed red across the room, deleting files, smashing hard drives with frantic hammers. Big Daddy tried to step forward, stuck, servos whining high-pitched, his massive frame trembling.

He needed to prove that his obsession was stronger than their design. "You think you’re a symptom?" he panted against her lips, his hands roaming her body with a frantic, possessive heat. "Then let me be the disease. Let’s be so sick, so twisted, so obsessed that even the Vanes are afraid to look at us." As they stood amidst the ruins of the ledgers, a low, mechanical hum began to vibrate through the floor. At the far end of the vault, a hidden projector hummed to life, casting a grainy, black-and-white film onto the stone wall.

I couldn't think about anything else but my desire for revenge. I began to obsess over the plan, going over every detail in my mind. I would make Hailee suffer by taking away the things she loved most. And I would make Sebastian pay with his life. But as the days passed, my obsession with revenge began to take a toll on me. I was losing sleep, I wasn't eating properly, and I was constantly on edge. My anger and jealousy were consuming me, and I didn't know how to stop it. Yet, despite all of this, I continued to push forward with my plan. I was determined to make Hailee pay and to get revenge on Sebastian. Nothing else mattered to me.

It was this rage that made me loose guard and refused to focus on the important things in front of me. I started to think carefully before I acted. I became more conniving. All I thought about when I was alone was them. At this point, I found myself obsessing over them, as much as they obsessed over me. But their own obsession was based on the fear of my rage, the wanted me out of the way because of the fear of what I might do. Roderigo was more petrified because he never saw this side of me. Neither did he think I was capable of harming a fly or revenging. He was certain I would take pity on myself and move on with my life and let them be.

She used me for her pleasure and when she came, I was the one high, not her. Now, I'm in a position where I'm even more pitifully obsessed with her. I'm so desperately obsessed that I don't mind going to extreme lengths or taking extreme measures just to make sure she ends up with me. I had no idea how possible it was for someone to be this obsessed, especially someone who claims to feel nothing at all but I'm utterly addicted and consumed by her. Do I have a plan on how I can get myself out of this mess? Not by a long shot. I just know that I would rather kill every breathing man than allow her to be with anyone else but me.

Worst of all, her greatest crime was daring to resist him. This was a madness that only grew stronger with every passing day, refusing to fade. It was a suffocating intoxication that hungered to swallow her whole, body and soul. It was a relentless obsession that had long lost the ability to distinguish between right and wrong—or perhaps, it simply chose not to care. This was a dark, twisted vendetta, the kind where two graves had already been dug long before the final blow was ever struck.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles white from the force of her anger. At that moment, she knew she had to find a way to overcome this injustice. The vampires had taken so much from her - her loved ones, her sense of safety, and now, even her own life seemed threatened. But she refused to give in to despair. Instead, she vowed to train harder, to become stronger, and to one day exact her revenge on the creatures that had brought her so much pain. Her determination burned bright within her, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded her. And as she lay there, battered and bruised, she knew that this was only the beginning of her journey towards Vengeance.