Her Inamorato’s Obsession

“You want to break up with me?” he scoffed, a devilish smile dancing on his lips, amusement flickering within his eyes.

“You promised you'd stay with me… forever,” he continued, his eyes reddening, his expression darkening with each passing moment.

“I … I” Lily hesitated. Her heart racing in her chest and her breath quickening. She shut her eyes tightly, mustering up a split-second's worth of confidence.

“I didn’t know! I didn’t know that you were like this!” she finally yelled at the tall figure before her. Her voice trembled with a mixture of fear and anger. “You deceived me. I thought it was all real, I thought we were real.” Her voice softened, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!!” she screamed, her emotions overwhelming her as she looked downwards, her voice reverberating with her pain.

But her outburst was met with an unexpected response. 

Hysterical laughter suddenly filled the air, and Lily's eyes shot up to him, her face creased with confusion. He was now laughing manically, his shoulders shaking with the force of it, a wide grin on his face, his eyes burning with twisted amusement.

And then, as suddenly as the laughter had started, it stopped. His shoulders ceased their movement, his expression shifted. His laughter faded into nothing, replaced by a cold intensity.

He turned around and walked casually to his desk, his movements calculated and deliberate. He pulled open a drawer. “I never imagined it would come to this,” he uttered, his voice carrying an unsettling weight. From the drawer, he retrieved something, concealing it behind his back.

“You leave me no choice.”

His words sent a shiver down Lily's spine. She remained frozen in terror, unable to tear her gaze away from him. 

He slowly advanced towards her, their proximity closing to just inches apart. With a sinister smirk, he revealed his arm, raising it in the air and then swinging it in front of Lily, revealing a roll of duct tape.

But before Lily's mind could fully process what was happening, he took action. In a blur of motion, he charged at her, throwing her onto the bed. 

Panic surged within her, and she began to struggle, fighting against his hold. But his movements were swift and practiced. In mere moments, her hands and legs were secured, bound together by the unforgiving grip of the duct tape.

“No!” Lily screamed, her voice breaking with desperation as she writhed and strained against the restraints. “Stop this, please! This isn't who you are!”

“You see Lily, that’s where you’re wrong. You don’t know who I am.”

He sat down on the bed beside her, his hands reaching out. Lily froze in terror, her body trembling uncontrollably. 

His fingers dug into her hair, slowly it ran along its golden locks, satisfying his fiery longing. 

“Now Lily, will always be by my side,” he whispered, his voice carrying a maniacal edge as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

When had all of this begun? The answer echoed within Lily’s thoughts: The first day of senior year.