Spencer Knight Ocd Novels & Stories

“You were the one who said that we should fuck once. Get it out of our systems. Well, he’s not willing to let it go.” “Come on, sister,” Jodi said. “It’s obvious that it was good. That’s why he can’t leave you alone. Just go and see him. Enjoy your new found love.” “Love? We fucked. That’s not love,” Jackie corrected. “Not yet,” Jodi smirked. “No way, he’s too controlling,” Jackie said. “I like being in control.” “Now, we’re getting to the heart of it,” Jodi said. “Jackie, you have OCD tendencies. You like being in control. You can’t handle it when you’re not.”

Spencer quickly said. “Jade’s disciple?” Colton and Petunia jumped when they heard this. They quickly asked Spencer about what happened. Spencer told them everything he knew. “My guess is that Michael has become like this possibly because there’s something wrong with him on a mental and spiritual level. His illness erupts every hour. I’ve tried timing it, and it’s very accurate. Not a second more, and not a second less. After he wakes up, it'll happen after exactly an hour.”

Don’t you know that? Spencer didn’t close the conversation. You took it upon yourself to enter our realm. I don’t believe you. What do you believe? You’re Spencer and you’re lying to me. You are a deeply disturbed young man. I think it’s best you seek treatment elsewhere. Leave to you and scientists to think there is an answer for everything supernatural. Spencer believed the same thing you did. He believed this was all a game until he came home and saw me sitting in his living room.

Or at least like he didn't plan on hurting Shaun any time soon. She glanced around the room, wondering what she should do with herself. She was still a little tired from her night spent on a wooden pallet, but not tired enough to lie down and go back to sleep. The apartment was already tidy, so there was no point in indulging her obsessive need to make sure that any area she inhabited was uncluttered. People teased her about having OCD, but she knew it came from her years spent as a surgeon. She had to know where each and every tool was before she cut into a person. She had to know that those tools were sterilized and in perfect condition. Those impulses bled into her regular life.

"He would. Without thinking twice. And then he'd hurt everyone you care about too. Your friend Sloane. Everyone." My blood turned cold. "He wouldn't..." "He would." Silas's voice was firm. "Kieran's obsession with you didn't just start. It's been going on for years. Long before he took you. I've watched it happen. I've tried to stop it. Nothing worked." "Years?" I whispered. "What do you mean years?" "He's been watching you for a long time," Silas said quiet. "Learning everything about you. Where you go. Who your friends are. This wasn't some quick decision. He planned this. For a long time."

then guilt crept in; this was all his doing. "I will go get your phone and type for you.." Spencer said softly and she nodded. She went to her wardrobe and grabbed a T-shirt and trouser pajamas, she didn't want to dress provocatively. Spencer was a psycho, she was so sad. She felt like nothing ever goes right in her life. Her mother has never cared and now her father turned out to be a psychopath. Spencer could be lying but then why would he? She had seen it with her own eyes when he kept yelling 'I'm a good boy.'

"You don't have to know who I am. All you have to know is you've crossed the line and done things you shouldn't have. More importantly, you shouldn't have harmed her!" With that, he removed his coat, revealing his black shirt. Kent stepped forward and knowingly retrieved his clothing. Spencer leisurely folded his sleeves up, his movements graceful yet chilling. After taking his coat, Kent retreated to the corner, anticipating a good show. It was rare for them to witness Spencer getting his hands dirty. When that happened, it meant the person was likely to face imminent death. But first came inhumane torture. Connor was also in a corner, seeming more relaxed and casual despite the tense atmos

“The rules are we share. That’s it. What’s yours is ours, brother.” Before Keane could make a rebuttal, the door opened again, and Beau stepped in, closing it behind him and then turning the lock three times, just like he always did. Diagnosed with a severe form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, not even the meds took away all the symptoms. We loved him anyway. “What’s the problem in here, gentlemen?” he asked. “I could hear shouting down the hall.” “Keane met the new intake,” I said. “But he’s trying to claim her for himself.”

, (my love) I tell her, as I’m trying not to laugh. “Knight, I’m warning you”, Spencer growls. “You’ve never?” I asked him. It’s the first time he actually answers any of my questions about their past sex life. “I’m not cool with that shit, plus her periods were painful for her and, thankfully, only lasted like three or four days. She’d lay curled in a tight ball for most of it. It wasn’t a big deal to wait or do other stuff”, he states with a smirk… All I’m thinking is, he’s obviously referring to those wicked ass blow jobs of hers that fuck a man’s head up the way it did to me the other night!

I asked, my voice shaking with fear. The doctor hesitated before speaking. "Spencer may experience memory loss, anxiety, depression...the list goes on. We'll need to keep him under close observation and provide him with extensive therapy to help him recover." I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Spencer, my strong and brave little prince, was broken. And I didn't know how to fix him.