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Solana “Are you even hearing yourself out, Abel? I must obey you without question, because why? To massage your fragile ego? To make you feel superior? To fuel your arrogance and make you feel big? You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to do that.” “Well, you have no choice, sunflower. You either heed my words and do things my way, or face the consequences. And I promise you, this time, it'll be triple times worse than what we did back in your bedroom earlier.”

Hayley said, wrenching her hand free of her hold. “Oh, don’t you know? I’m Madison Parker, his everything. Don’t get your hopes up just because he kissed you once,” gritted out Madison, fuming with anger. Hayley snickered at the crazy woman. “If you were his everything, you would have known where he is,” she said, walking away but Madison grabbed her by the neck and shoved her against the wall. The other women shrieked with fear, eager to escape from the washroom. Hayley struggled against her hold. There was a brutal strength in the woman, which she hadn’t guessed initially. She wasn’t afraid of anyone, but Madison didn’t look normal. She was an obsessed woman who couldn’t be trusted.

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

His voice cracked with insanity, the madness threatening to consume him entirely. The room was charged with a tension so thick it felt as if the walls might collapse. The struggle between obsession, frustration, and an overwhelming need for control was about to reach its breaking point.

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

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“I think you are as obnoxious as an alligator” “I’m as gaudy as a butterfly” “No you are as small as Tom and tiny as an atom” “You are as talkative as a magpie” Kenny glared at her and the rest chuckled. “Okay what is this Sophia?” Heather chuckled. “Trust challenge” “With phrases?” “Weird people” Kate said and Kenny brought out her tablet from her backpack “I’m ready” “We are waiting for the call” Jane sighed out slowly. Twenty minutes later, Heather’s phone began to ring. They all stared at Heather and to the phone on the table. They all sighed out together.

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

Glancing up from his file, I asked, "Would you like to tell me what brought you here today, Mr. Aiden?" "I think I have obsessive-compulsive disorder," he admits. "Oh wow. That must have been tough for you to admit." He nods, "Believe me, Doc. It is." I scribbled down this newfound information about my patient in his file. "What kind of obsession do you have?" I asked. "Is it towards an object or—" "It's towards a person," he interrupts. I quirked my brow. "A person? Could you kindly elaborate in detail?"