A Dangerous Obsession

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
A dark alleyway, a shoddy apartment and a woman standing alone. Someone who looks familiar comes to help her.
Do you believe in coincidence?


This is a story I wrote for Hail Misery's "Twisted Rock Star Contest" I was given a theme of Obsession and Adam Gontier from the band "Three Days Grace"
Hope you like it. Was harder to write than I would have thought. I'm not an overtly gory, explicit, horror kind of person. I'm a mushy romantic at heart but anyway, Enjoy!!

Submitted: December 30, 2010

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A Dangerous Obsession

Her keys clattered against the doorframe as she slid the keys into the rusty lock. The landlord hadn’t made good at all on his promise to fix the troublesome door and Andrea was seriously considering moving out to somewhere that didn’t seem so mouldy and dower just for the sake of a clean smell and peace of mind. The lock resisted as she transferred her weight onto her right hand to try to jiggle and pry it open. She sighed, swearing “God damn piece of shit!” as she pulled her hand across her forehead to pick up the perspiration she could feel building there.

A shadow fell onto the dark green door in front of her as the previously glaring street lamp behind her seemed to dull suddenly. She heard a breath weaving with hers until she turned around and beheld the dark haired figure behind her. He was moderate height, dark black hair so dark it looked like he brushed it with a lump of coal every day. A light trail of black hair led down his chin in a sparse goatee. However despite all these noticeable and quite handsome features that were quite nice to look at, it was the clothes that made her start. The jacket was shiny leather, almost Perspex in quality but with a thrill of foreboding she realised it wasn’t the first time she had seen this quite eye catching coat. Andrea inhaled sharply before looking up and meeting his shadowy face, the light silhouetting around his body but failing to light his face. “Would you like some help?” His voice was deep and musical as she shook her head automatically as something about this stranger was familiar. And that unsettled Andrea deeply.

“No thank you! I almost have it myself!” She lifted her lips half heartedly at him hoping to satiate his ego that he had tried to do a good deed for the day so he would go on his merry way.

It looks like you’re struggling Andy!” The dark haired stranger uttered quietly as Andrea felt a shock of fear rock her petite frame.

“How do you know my name? Who are you?” She tried to hold back the disgust and fright bursting through her as she failed to comprehend how he knew her name and then in an epiphany she knew why she felt like he was familiar. It was because he was familiar; he had been the one she had seen around. Everywhere. And when she said everywhere she meant everywhere. The train station, bending over the bars beside the Quays, in the restaurant when she had been having dinner with her boyfriend Damon and in Virgin megastore when she had been searching for Three Days Grace’s new album. These could be coincidences but now she knew there was no such thing as this much coincidence.

“I know a lot about you Andy! How you eat with your fork in your right hand, how you sit on the aisle seat on the nine o clock train every morning on the way to work.” Andy felt sick and futilely leaned against her door hammering her shoulder into it and begging wordlessly for it to open. She wanted to slam the door in his face and pretend like he really wasn’t standing so obviously in front of her.

“What kind of creep are you?” She cried with disgust as she pushed his chest away with anger. Andy was pretty feisty as Damon liked to remind her and if she didn’t like things, people would learn easily.

The shove seemed to aggravate the man as he hummed like a broken transistor radio, his hand ruffling his hair so it stuck in fifty different directions-left, right, north, south black peaks. His breath seemed to speed up as his steely eyes seemed to twitch. Andy watched in terror as he seemed to turn agitated in a few seconds. His hand reached out and grabbed a tuft of her dark black hair suddenly, pulling it, pulling her towards him as she let out a high pitched squeal as her hair strained in her roots. His hands tightened around her hair as his other hand pulled a tuft from the other side so tightly. Andy yelled out in surprise and pain as her head burned viciously. She pushed her hands out in front of her hitting against the hard ridges of his chest. His hands, large and calloused grabbed them, twisting them behind her back in a movement so sudden it felt like her wrists were fit to separate from her fingers. Her wrists burned as he seared her skin in the worst Chinese burn she had been given since she was eight years old. Her back was shoved against the door roughly as his fingers came up on his left hand and twisted a lock of her dark brown hair around his finger. He lifted the strand to his nose and inhaled eagerly, his nose seeming to inhale her strawberry shampoo deep into his chest cavity. She wimpered as his hand was still wrapped around hers tightly and she wished she had lived somewhere with a door that opened. Damn bloody landlord.

Suddenly he dropped her hair so it flickered back to caress her cheek and stick against her face by the glue that was her own sweat. She felt him reach into his pockets as horribly his hips were plastered to hers, bulging slightly more and more every minute as her whimpers and breaths got louder. He seemed turned on by her pain. Andrea felt him withdraw a flat object as nothing pressed into her before she felt the cold metallic caress of a steel object being drawn up her arm. She dropped her gaze down and gulped as she saw a long thin knife skating along the skin of her arm as her skin stood on end!

The knife began to press harder into her skin, testing the membrane before it sliced in. She gasped as she felt the steel penetrate her arm, cold against her insides suddenly, the blood welling around it before it leaked out, bubbling slightly, turning from blue to red as it was oxidised. She gasped with the pain before he pulled it out. He lifted the blade out carefully, balancing it perfectly before he lifted it to his lips. His tongue flicked against it gently, blood turning the pink muscle tissue a vibrant scarlet. He slapped his lips together as her stomach jumped. He seemed to enjoy the taste, the lump in his trousers probing her thigh ever harder as he got a full on boner with the taste of her.

She wimpered once more as he lowered the soaking knife once more, drawing it up the buttons of her shirt before they popped open, scattering onto the ground. She leaned her ass back to push against the door. The lump stopped poking her before he noticed. He growled, slotting back against her harder, almost feeling like he was penetrating her through her skirt. Her shirt hung in tatters now around her before he sliced the knife across her boob. She howled with pain. He hung his head. His tongue began to lap against the cut, his mouth seeming to relish the taste like a tasty snack. She felt his other hand slip down between them and slip into his pants. He pulled out his member, long hard and bulging and began masturbating against her, his mouth continuing to lick against the flowing blood. Andy felt the tears flow down her cheeks as his dick pressed against her bare stomach. The pre cum sprinkled lightly onto her stomach, sticky and horrible against her bare skin. She felt twisted and horrible. He began groaning lightly as his hand worked himself ever harder. His hips slackened before she reached down and closed her hand around him, helping him as his teeth gave her an appreciative nip on her breast. She let out a pretend groan of longing. Her other hand however, was busy reaching into his pocket and slipping out the knife which had caused her so much pain. Her fingers probed the top of his penis, distracting him as he closed his eyes, coming closer and closer to finishing. She pulled the knife up carefully, vertically, making sure not to brush against him before she pierced him with it. She buried it in him up to the hilt. He let out a different type of groan altogether as she twisted her hand on his penis in synchronisation, jacking it so hard he screamed. He collapsed onto the ground like a sack of potatoes, blood leaking out of him.

Then the attacker suddenly became the attacked. Andy aimed a furious kick at the door, taking out her disgust at what had just happened. With a loud clatter, it groaned open before she stepped in and slammed it behind her.

It was true, if she didn’t like something, people would soon find out.

And the one thing she hated was obsession.


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