Posesión De La Muñeca De Algodón Del Maníaco Obsesivo Novels & Stories

Gabrielle's voice quivered with fear as she sought answers. "Shut your mouth and stay quiet!" Michael barked, his frustration boiling over. He rose abruptly from the table, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. The police announced loudly that he had thirty seconds to step out of the house or they would be forced to come in. Gabrielle, Michael's girlfriend, with tension, tried to run out of the house but Michael's grip was firm as he forcibly pulled her back, pressing her down onto the couch. His hand clamped tightly over her mouth, stifling any attempt to scream, leaving her feeling helpless and trapped.

Olivia pov. "Huh? I think this man has a problem because after tonight I wish never to see him again. " Olivia murmured to herself. The masked man continued to stroke My nipples, as I felt this pleasure building in between my leg, it was increasing every time he touched my breast. He made claims on her but this time in between her thighs, he then used his membrane to rub the outside part of her bloom cherry slowly before sliding it slowly. It was very tight and he could also see how she winced in pain a little so he did it slowly to make her adjust to his size when it was inside fully he started moving his thigh front and back slowly.

He pulled back to maintain the intense eye-contact, seeking any sign of lies, but where there was none, he trembled. Not from fear or from heartbreak. But, possessiveness. A strong, uncontrollable one. “Cannot breathe, huh?” The sapphire in his eyes darkened, replaced by a void of absolute, unhinged obsession he no longer bothered to conceal either. “Let it ache, then,” he growled, his fingers gripping my jaw in a commanding force, forcing me to witness the chaos he had chosen himself. “Because Dorian is absolutely right. I am obsessive and extremely selfish to you. And I will never, ever apologize for it.”

Is she everywhere or just stalking me? “Do you have a problem with that, Fernandez?” I smirked. “Ha,” she scoffed. “No wonder Taylor and Tyler were always adamant at getting your throat,” she smiled. “Not if I get yours first,” I countered. “You can't touch the eldest daughter of the Monroes and Santiagos in-law,” Sara boomed. “Ouuuuu,” the hall echoed. “Oh, come off it, you two,” Angela snarled. “Cry over it, douche,” I replied calmly and took Sara’s hand, walking out.

She was confused by his behaviour – and convinced that Dante was bipolar. A loud knock on her door, interrupted Chiara’s thoughts. She sighed, exhaustion hitting her as she headed to the door and opened it. Her breath hitched, of course it would be Dante – who else lived in the house besides the staff. Her gaze shifted to his arms, the shirt he wore complimented his biceps nicely and the tattoos on his forearms only seemed to attract Chiara to him. She wanted to trace the swirls of ink with her itching fingers, but she held back.

But it was Shawn who already guessed what it was the moment he saw it. "Shawn was right. Someone intentionally planted this chip inside her head. This chip can be controlled using a remote. It releases electricity inside her mind, forcing her to behave oddly. She might imagine things which are not there, or she can hear things which no one else can. Gradually the person will lose his or her mind and go insane" Philip explained. Nikolai was stunned to hear this. "But why her? Who is trying to hurt her? She is a good girl, so why target her?" he murmured mostly himself than anyone else.

but then the door of the dark cell opened again and Manchini came in along with a few other men. "Times up, girls. I Hope you exchanged your last words." He smirked. "Now, let's get started. Whom should we start?" He asked, clasping his hands together. It felt like he is deciding to play with his favourite doll! "You first." He turned to me. "She is pregnant and it would be fun to torture her!" Hearing his words I gulped. This man is freaking crazy! Oh, Lord! please help us! He walked toward me and I stared right into his eyes. Even though my heart is beating faster and crazily, I could not show my fear to this psycho!

Finally and only as the tall Blackman raised his other arm and called for quite id the chant tail off and finally end to leave the big dancehall silent in excited anticipation. Only the sobbed weeping of the captive girl broke the heavy silence, punctuated by the occasional sharp cry of pain from her as the man tugged sadistically hard on the cords to tear at the sore and tender nipples. He squatted and lifted a small wooden flap in the floor, turning the buried metal ring clock-wise so as to gain easier access to it. His big fingers threaded the cords through the ring and then he pulled, drawing the cords through and in turn pulling the wailing white slut down onto her knees. Still he pulle

His high pitched maniacal giggles occasionally filled the air in a pealing tone. Bernard’s mind was running in a chaotic loop of unhinged, delusionary, obsessive images that all ended with him doing unimaginable grotesque things that had pleasure running through him like he hadn’t felt since his first kill. The euphoric feeling rushed through him until he could no longer contain himself. He dumped the pictures all over a table in front of the couch. Threw every picture that wasn’t the woman that reminded him of his failure to break her on the floor. As he stood staring at her picture he began to unbuckle his belt. His member was hard at the images that filled his mind. He would do to this