His Obsession
09:11 Jun 03 2026
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Chapter 1: Captured
October. 31st Halloween Night
Sealed away in a tower just as Rapunzel was, the interior brick walls and silver bars all around. A castle-esque view was a sight to behold. The black velvet curtains swayed in the wind as the balcony door slammed open and closed. Moonlight and stars sparked above the pitch-black night sky.
Clouds are moving along as time ticks away.
Her beauty shook him right down to his very core, as he gazed upon her quivering, pouty, ruby red lips. Black mascara-stained tears were streaming onto her smooth, flushed cheeks. Her sobs produced the most perfect melody to his ears.
Black Ops mercenary Cayne Thorne grinned a devilish smile as he gently tapped the barrel of his 9mm Beretta against his caged trap. Frightened with blurry eyes open staring at the branded weapon, Ophelia Sinclair, heiress to the Sinclair fortune, sniffled as she remained quiet, fully aware of her surroundings.
Ophelia sat bound and gagged on the wooden, creaky chair, as she watched Cayne wrestle out a cigarette and lighter from his leather jacket.
He tilted his head at an angle while he flicked open the lighter, but noticed how Ophelia was looking pitiful and chuckled,
"Oh, Lia, my beautiful Lia. You have absolutely no idea, the lengths I had to go just to make you mine!"
At that moment, when Cayne spoke directly to her for the very first time and called her "Lia", she knew exactly who he was.
Ophelia gasped an inaudible sound and rocked back and forth, the chair screeching beneath her feet. Her tiny hands balled into fists, causing the handcuffs to rattle alongside the chair rests. Cayne lit his cigarette, bringing it to his mouth, and smirked, realizing that Ophelia had finally remembered him.
Since their last meeting at their senior graduation hosted by the California Institute of the Arts 10 years ago, this was the first time in a decade these former friends had been face-to-face.
Ophelia stared at Cayne, in utter shock, her supple lips over the rope that Cayne used to keep her gagged. She muffled, straining herself as she desperately tries to gnaw down with her pearly white teeth. Cayne sneers, charging to open the cage door with its key in an attempt to disway her. Immediately seeing his anger, she continues, knowing he would get his guard down. Before her beautiful skin could get scarred and damaged, Cayne flung open the door, his muscular frame towering over Ophelia's shadow. His Hazel Chesnut eyes fixated on her busty curves writhing in the pain. Her 36D breasts bounced in the sexy Prada cocktail dress she wore with her legs spread eagle from the leg cuffs, revealing to Cayne her lacy garter belt.
He danced his tongue over his canines and bit down on his bottom lip, drawing a hint of blood. Eager to breathe in her toxic, rich-girl scent while he braces hold of the chair, leaning forward to meet Ophelia's agonizing face using the gun barrel to lift her chin. As his lip bleeds, his voice menacingly teases her,
"Lia sweetie, you can't go anywhere. You're my little mouse in my trap. I'm the predator here-"
Cayne takes a deep breath after pausing, then exhales, "I waited ten years to show you exactly the kind of man you made me."
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