The German's Obsession

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Chapter 11


I slowly opened my heavy eyes as I looked around the spacious room a that I immediately realized belongs to Sylas. Everything that happened flooded back into my mind making me gulp, I writhed in pain of the simple act of of gulping. My eyes trailed around the room looking for anyone, I wanted to make sure he wasn't here before I could make any sudden movements.

When I saw the vacant room, my hands slowly traveled to my painful throat, I felt something wrapped around it before quickly retracting it. I didn't know what to make of Sylas' actions last night not that I had any power to make anything of it anyways. I stopped the tears threatening to spill from my eyes at the memory of myself dangling of the ground by his hand. I never imagined being choked hurt so much.

The feeling alone of your burning lungs due to the lack of air for a long time was unbearable. I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't just kill me. I was scared of dying neither did I want to die but I just couldn't help the thought. I now understood his temper as he calls it that he spoke of, I could see it in his eyes. He calls it a temper I call it a switch. But I also had my own.

I wanted to say I regret everything I said to him but I didn't, he couldn't possibly believe just because of him the way I view things would change. But what I did learn is it's better to keep quite than to speak my mind because I would never agree with Sylas actions and life no matter what. My eyes continued looking around the clean room, they slowed down when I noticed something on the night stand on the other side of the big bed. A gun. His gun.

I couldn't get my eyes of the gun. At first nothing flooded my mind it was blank as I looked at it, my breathing wavering for a second. Then the first thought that flooded my mind was the memory of Sylas easily killing that man in front of me. I closed my eyes pushing it away I didn't need that right now. After that I couldn't control my thoughts.

So many thoughts rushed through my mind as my eyes never moved from the black object that brought chills down spine. I knew none of my thoughts were good but I didn't care because at this moment they made me feel like I had some sort of option. Although I had all these ideas flooding my mind, I couldn't help the question that clawed at the back of my mind. I was pushing it away. Could I actually do it.

Sylas was anything but stupid, I could never figure out that man. I slowly sat up making sure not to hurt my neck in any way. I felt like crying my heart out the situation sinking into me as I felt a little sting on my neck and suddenly his scent surrounding me clouding my senses, but I didn't have the energy. With a lot of struggle I finally tore my eyes from the gun not so far from me. My trembling hands gently went over my sour throat, too scared to touch it. It was wrapped in what felt like a bandage, if I pressed too hard it hurt.

"Fortunately for you it's not as bad as it feels."he said walking into the room making my body jolt at his voice. I moved towards the headboard trying to put as much space in between us. I didn't believe him, my neck was painful.

"It's only partially crushed." he said grabbing a chair from the corner and placing it directly next to me not caring about the tears now spilling out of my eyes or the hurt expression on my face.

I don't know why but I somehow couldn't believe he did this to me even after everything. I looked at him in the eye not saying a thing, as my glossy eyes pierced into his. His stare changed into one of warning at my gaze.

"Be grateful you woke up. " he simply said holding my gaze. I looked down at my hands not being able to hold his stare any longer, I think I could kill him. I just wanted to go home and I also wanted to shoot him but overall I felt drained.

It was only now that I noticed the soup in his hands as I looked at his figure next to mine after a minute of silence, his intoxicating scent filled my nostrils. I thought about taking the soup out of his hands and pouring it all over him or breaking the bowl on his head. But the moment my eyes moved from the bowl to my eyes once again my mind went blank. I felt uneasy. I felt as if he could read my thoughts.

"I will give you medicine after you eat." he said holding the spoon in the soup looking at me as if expecting me to do something.

"Open up." he said, leaving no room for disagreements.

I didn't want him to feed me, let alone be in the same room as me but I knew I didn't have a choice. His eyes were always warning me. I quietly opened my mouth letting him feed me. He paused for a second putting the bowl on the night stand. He sat on the chair next to me his legs open as he leaned onto them looking at me.

His eyes held me prisoner as I froze looking at him. One of his hands trailed up to my face, he gently ran his fingers over my lips making me shiver. He chuckled when he saw me shiver.

"There is a difference between stubborness and stupidity. I don't take kindly to you speaking to me like you don't value your life." he paused staring at my lips as if contemplating something, the tears that wet my lips didn't seem to bother him. I didn't want him to touch me but I was scared of saying so, he seemed on edge.

"Did you know that one can lose a lot of blood from getting their mouth sewn shut but the chances of dying aren't that high."

"-You wouldn't die, I wouldn't let you die but I would make sure you feel every hole I poke into your mouth as I sew it shut. And with your mouth sewn shut, it wouldn't get you into trouble anymore."

"It's either you control your fucking mouth or I do it for you, what do you think is best Mäuschen? "

"I won't do it again."

"That wasn't my question."

"I will control my mouth."

"Good." he said sitting back and taking the bowl back into his hands. I couldn't stop the tremble of my lips as I opened them and continued eating the soup. The thought alone of what he just told me petrified me.

"I think this will be the last time we have this conversation about your mouth." I softly nodded my head, before giving him a verbal answer remembering how much he hated it when I wasn't verbal.

He continued to feed me, letting me take my time as if he hadn't just threatened to sew my mouth shut. I believed that he would actually do it. I could see it in his eyes and that only made my fear of him grow. I didn't say anything as he finished feeding me before giving me medicine that I also didn't question. I wasn't in a very good spot at the moment.

I watched him with the now empty bowl in his hand as he headed for the door, his walk powerful and elegant at the same time. He paused looking at me a smirk on his face.

"I thought maybe you would like to know that the gun is loaded." he said before walking out and not looking back as my eyes trailed over to the gun that seemed so appealing at this moment.



I tightly shut my eyes as tremors traveled through my entire body making me whimper. Sylas dryly chuckled sending vibrations to my body, his hand tightening around me. My head was now laying on his chest and I could barely hold myself up, I had no energy whatsoever. I was beyond exhausted. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night and now I couldn't stop the electricuting aftershocks.

My back was sore and I was sure that I had bled onto the sheets. We played the game, I didn't win. I knew I wouldn't but it wasn't like I had a choice. I remember crying from the pain of Sylas' blade and because he wouldn't let me orgasm. As time went on the harder it was. The game was unfair and I hated it. Each time he would cut me he didn't look an ounce of satisfied, he looked like he wanted more blood and that scared me.

I would hold it for as long as possible but end up coming undone, I literally sobbed the last time he told me to hold it and I was holding it until just for a split second, I swear it was a split second I got distracted by him. I just wanted to dissappear. Everytime I would lose he would curve one of the letters from his name on my lower back. Each time I lost even though I knew what was coming I couldn't help but apologize. It hurt, it hurt so much. He took his time with his blade.

He made sure I felt every movement of the blade as he sliced into my skin. I would hold my breath and shut my eyes but I would end up sobbing and pulling at the sheets that were on the bed. I didn't bother begging he hated begging and I knew that wouldn't help me. My back hurt and I just wanted everything to go back to before, before I left him because the amount of anger I saw in his eyes crippled me.

The pain of his blade slowing cutting into my skin had made me more determined but I still didn't win. Nothing seemed to be going my way. I couldn't stop crying and moaning in pain and pleasure. After his game he fucked me until I forgot about the pain on my lower back. It wasn't fair but it was his game. I hated how my body reacted to him, no matter how much I tried focusing on something else he still won.

I panted heaving pressing my head on his chest as I felt tingles all over my body and between my legs. Just his hand that was around my waist holding my body to his was deeply affecting me. My eyes were heavy with tiredness, I wanted to sleep so badly but I would wake up every minute experiencing aftershocks. I was tired of everything all together.

"It's been thirty minutes, you are still trembling. "he said making me slowly look up at him. His eyes were open, he was still staring at the me. He looked so calm, it was scary.

" I-I. - "I paused holding in a moan at the tingling throughout my body.

"I'm sorry." I whispered I don't know why I said it but It just slipped out. I couldn't sleep due to the tremors and my fear that of Sylas killing me in my sleep which I halfly doubted because I believed he wanted to cause me a whole lot of pain before ending my life.

"For what?"

"Leaving you." I said sincerely. He chuckled. His hand moved to my lower back making me stiffen up as he slowly trailed his hand over the marks he left on my skin. I did nothing but bite my lip at the pain as I trembled. I could feel a headache coming on. I don't remember how the bleeding stopped I think I blacked out for a minute after everything.

"Oh baby we have so much to discuss." he said lifting up my chin and kissing me. He looked over at his ringing phone that was not far from us. He removed himself from beneath me before taking the call making me immediately feel cold .

I couldn't remove my glossy eyes from his muscular naked back . His whole physic would make anyone stare. He only had his sweats on, I avoided looking lower than his abdomen because after what happened last night I couldn't look at it. I slowly took a deep breath in, which was staggered. I was beyond tired. My body refused to even move a little. I blinked a few times realizing I had zoned out.

"-care of business."

"A favor. Approximately three days but I will be done in one." he said. He sounded so calm and professional.

"I will see you then." he said putting the phone down and turning around.

"It seems our stay has been cut short."

"We are going home." just as he said those words my heart sank in fear. I needed to change the subject before I had one of my panic attacks.

"Sylas why are you in a mental Asylum?" I questioned feeling the temperature of the room change as he mentioned home. I mean this suited him at best but I knew he didn't think he was crazy or that he needed help so he would never check himself into an Asylum.


He kept quiet and stared at me and when I say stared I mean really stare with something dancing in his eyes, his hands in his pockets. He somehow made sweat pants look formal. It made my stomach turn, I was anxious. I wanted to try and sit up but I couldn't. I didn't have the energy nor the strength. And my back hurt. He stood intimidatingly over me. There seemed to be something dangerously lurking in his eyes.

"Did you think I wouldn't find you?" he asked. I blinked bitting my lip at the pain trippling over my back.

"No - no. I knew you would." I said honestly because even though I kept on convincing myself otherwise deep down I knew he would find me. I didn't care though I was grateful for the few months I had away from him.

"What do you think I will do to you when we get home." it wasn't a question neither did I want to answer it.

"Sleep, you will need all the energy you can get." he said kissing my lips lingering before stroking my cheek, I could literally see the craziness in his eyes, he didn't mask it as he looked at me after pulling away. I slowly closed my eyes and evened out my breathing praying for sleep because I couldn't take being in this world anymore at least in my dreams I sometimes had control over my life.


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