Posesión De La Muñeca De Algodón Del Maníaco Obsesivo の小説・ストーリー

The men saw her bra. Manuela was terrified of what might happen. She hadn't expected her fun day out to turn out like this. Manuela struggled even harder. The man tore her bra, exposing her breasts, causing her to cry even more. "N-no, please don't! Don't! Unoooo! Help!" Manuela cried, her eyes wide with tears as the man on top of her exposed his genitals. Manuela struggled harder, but a man held her arms tightly. Manuela saw the man stroking himself like a hungry dog. Manuela could only cry; she couldn't escape. Just as the man was about to press himself against her, the sliding door burst open, and the men turned.

Alexander Mancini POV If obsession is a disease, then I’m sick and suffering. My waking thoughts bounce back and forth between Zandra and Rossi, trapping me in a never-ending cycle of cause and effect. I can’t stop thinking about her, about how cold and small she was in my arms as the lights faded from her eyes. My chest tightens at the realization that I’ll never get to kiss her again or speak to her again. Rossi has to pay—he has to.

He sounded like a total maniac. I somehow miss the cold Sebastian. I bet that this man has personality disorders. He makes no sense. He put his curved knives back in their respective places and started to walk towards me. He eyed me from head to toe until his eyes stopped right on my chest. What? Is he....... Has he gone nuts? I turned around and was about to run upstairs but he was fast enough to grab my arm and pull me back and pushed me on the wall and pinned my wrists above my head, making my chest rise.

Marisol was so hungry that her head was spinning. She watched as he tapped her silk gloves with the silver-engraved head of his cane, the same gloves she had just taken off and left on the table. She couldn't help but take a deep breath, thinking, "Give me a break!" What kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder was this? She almost laughed from sheer exasperation, but obediently put her gloves back on. Sure enough, the plate of pastries was offered to her again.

“You wouldn’t…” “I would.” He nipped my earlobe, possessive and cruel. “I killed a man in front of you already. I came back covered in blood for you. Don’t test how far my obsession goes when it comes to keeping you. Behave, and they live. Simple.” I felt trapped. Vulnerable. Small. Yet the tension between our wet bodies refused to die. His hard muscles against my back, his possessive grip, the way his voice dropped into that filthy, obsessive tone- it all twisted something dark inside me I refused to name.

She uttered a silent prayer and longing for Lukas to find her. The man return with something on his hand. "What is that?" Ruby saw the the collar like leather that the man is holding and she had a bad feeling about it. "This is just a small toy actually it's fun to use. see this little led bulbs here this will light when I put this in your neck. Then it will coincide with the beating of your pulse. If your excited this will change colour at the same time it will tighten on your neck. Once I put it on you won't be able to remove it unless you want to blow yourself to thy kingdom come. He he he." He made a move to put it on her neck.

Noah nods, and I also follow the line of thoughts. I bought all sizes and colors of vibrators. Well, go and put it on her. Noah doesn't need to hear it twice. He walks up to Penny when she is talking to the idiot, and he pulls one of her arms without care, the idiot complains, even if they both get lost in the hallway. That idiot wants to die today; his gaze does not leave the Blondy's back. Oscar approaches Manolo and tells him, I want you to place that guy on my table, he points it out.

If I managed to get free from him, I don't think that I would ever be able to trust any other man. Suddenly, the expression on his face shifted from that of softness to anger. He grabbed the bedsheets tightly, his eyes bored into mine with chilling intensity. "Don't think about any other male when I am with you! Only I possess your thoughts, your soul, your heart, your eyes, your breath, your body—everything" He breathed "You are my possession, my Tesoro" He surely has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and I am scared of that. Unable to stand the wrath that was emanating from his body, I tilted my head away from him, not wanting to see him anymore. He reminds me of the pain of my brother.

Since I met her, every slight movement, every stare, every man who looks at her too long triggers something ancient in me something that shifts under my skin like a creature stretching after sleep. And Alina Miroshnikova… She is the only thing that stirs it into something sharper than instinct. Not softness, Not warmth, Not love but Something worse. A fixation? Or a compulsion. A need threaded through every violent impulse I’ve ever had. If they wanted a diagnosis, they should have written this in their little files: “Subject presents with obsessive, possessive ideation toward a specific individual, accompanied by heightened aggression response and impaired inhibitory control. Risk of extrem

He didn’t even take his time to catch his breath at first and instantly went to business. Struggling to keep his limbs together, from behind, Manuel aggressively untied the man’s necktie in his suit, almost choking him to death. He used that cloth to bind his limbs together. Then, Manuel stood on his feet and forcefully had his body face up to him, reflecting the moon’s light onto his pale skin.