♥ Chapter 8 ♥
Caterina Vossini.
The first page already reveals Axel's troubled past. He suffered a cruel humiliation when he went to the house of a girl he thought liked him. She and her friends laughed at him, calling him ugly and strange and saying that no one would ever like him. I feel a flash of anger as I read this, but I keep my expression unchanged.
The following pages detail the controlling and abusive life Axel had with his parents. They were oppressive and manipulative, controlling every aspect of his life. When Axel ran away, his parents went to the police to file a missing person's report, painting a picture of a gentle boy who would never run away. The truth, however, was much darker. Axel had no social life, was forced to follow a strict schedule to get home, and was trapped in a suffocating environment. His parents were even arranging an arranged marriage for him with the daughter of a businessman friend of his father.
Every detail I read makes me better understand the troubled and haunted boy I met that night. He is not only a victim of circumstance, but also a survivor of a toxic and oppressive environment. I feel a mixture of compassion and an even more intense desire to have him under my control.
I look up from the folder and see Boris and Vladimir.
'' Good work. Keep monitoring any activity related to his parents and any suspicious movements. If they know my boy is here, eliminate them without hesitation. I don't want any meddlers daring to breathe anywhere near what's mine.
They nod, maintaining their rigid postures.
''What about him?'' I ask, closing the folder and placing it on the table.
''He's still very frightened by what happened in the alley. He's been living in a constant state of dread, and even when he goes to work, he's afraid something's going to happen.'' Boris replies.
I nod slowly, absorbing the information.
'' Good. Keep up the good work. You're dismissed.
They leave the office, and I sit back in my chair, absorbing every detail of the information. Axel is a fragile and broken prey, but also a resilient soul who has survived unimaginable torments. The idea of shaping him, of making him mine in every way, ignites a flame of possession inside me.
I go to the window and look out, lost in thought. He suffered at the hands of these people, but I'm grateful for that. Now he's in my city, and he belongs to me alone. I give a dark smile. Every scar on his soul, every trauma, has brought him to me. And even though he was a victim, it all just made it easier for him to be mine.
The obsession inside me grows with every heartbeat. Axel is mine, and there is no force in the world that can change that. He is my masterpiece, my treasure to be molded, controlled, and possessed. And I will do my utmost to let him know that, to let him feel it in every cell of his being. Because, at the end of the day, he's not just a victim; he's my prisoner of desire, and I'll be his executioner and redeemer.
As I lose myself in these obsessions, the memory of the dream I had earlier comes back strongly. The desire to have him moan underneath me is wonderful. I can't wait any longer to see him, I need to explore that body, which no one has ever touched. The urgency is overwhelming.
I get up from the office, my mind boiling with the insatiable need to have him in my arms. Every thought is consumed by Axel's image, and the desire only increases. I rush out and back to my room, where I grab my gun and holster. The feel of the cold, firm metal of the holster against my waist is an intense reminder of the absolute control I have. I hurry out of the room, the excitement palpable in every movement, and down the stairs.
The housekeeper appears, her anxious gaze full of expectation.
''Ma'am, here's what you asked for.'' She holds out the choker with the initials C.V for Catarina Vossini, a symbol of my dominance.
A wicked, predatory smile spreads across my face, a smile that expresses both satisfaction and cruelty.
“Very good,” I say, taking the choker with sinister pleasure. The feel of the cold metal in my hands only intensifies my desire to see Axel with it around his delicate neck.
I leave the mansion, my heart racing with anticipation. Boris, surprised to see me, quickly opens the car door for me. I get in with a mischievous smile, desire pulsing through every fiber of my being.
''Where to, ma'am?'' he asks, his voice a little fearful.
''I'm going to see my little one.'' I reply in a voice laden with a dark, implacable pleasure. ''And you'd better not call me unless it's something extremely urgent.
Boris nods quickly, understanding and having a touch of fear in his eyes. He starts the car, and we drive out of the mansion towards Axel's apartment. The road seems to stretch on endlessly, but the excitement in my chest makes the time pass in the blink of an eye. Every moment, every bend in the road, brings me closer to what I want so much. I can't wait to see him, to finally taste his presence, and to indelibly mark his body and soul with my dominion. Anticipation consumes me, and I'm ready to claim what is rightfully mine.
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