His Secret Obsession
Chapter 102

(Emery)

I woke up with a groan, the feel of my head pounding made me wince as I tried to remember what the hell happened. Was it all a bad dream? Maybe I fainted on the elevator and Scott found me..maybe I never even woke up this morning and I am still in bed. I fluttered my eyes open, my vision still slightly blurred as I tried to focus on something..anything. That's when I realized I was on a bed..no..no this can't be real. I pulled at my arms, soon replaceing out that they were restrained as I tried to prop my head up and looked down at my body. I was still dressed in the clothes I put on earlier and let out a sigh of relief that no one seemed to touch me. How did I get here? Where was I to begin with?

Glancing across the dimly lit room, I noticed the walls were made of logs, like some type of cabin and the furniture looked pretty old and worn out too. The windows were boarded shut and the room smelled like dust and mildew. The place seemed like it hadn't been lived in for years.

I turned my body, trying to replace some way to get my hands free as I twisted, turned, and pulled causing the zip ties to bite back as I let out a whimper.

I chewed my lip anxiously, the taste of blood covering my tongue as I tried my hardest to suppress the tears that threatened to spill over any moment. Stay strong Emery..you have to for him..

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stilled and tried to listen for any type of sound when suddenly shouting echoed off the walls as a loud bang of a door seemed to shake the house and made me jump, causing my stomach to drop.

"I told you to be gentle with her! Not manhandle her like a fucking neanderthal." It was Ethan, I would know that voice anywhere.

I began to panic, twisting and turning as much as I could trying to get free by some miracle when the door began to creak open causing me to freeze.

"Angel, you're awake, are you okay? Did he fucking hurt you?" Ethan ran over to me, his hands reaching for my face as he turned my head back and forth, examining me with wide eyes. The look on his face was full of worry as his crazed eyes bore into me. "Ethan..why..why am I here?" I managed to croak, trying to convince myself this was all a misunderstanding. How can he be this psychotic? How could he have someone kidnap me?

"Hold on Angel, let me get you some water." He turned to the side table, grabbing a bottle of water before opening it swiftly and pressing it up against my lips as he cradled my head making a chill creep down my spine just from his touch alone.

I took a sip as instant relief washed over my dry burning throat. The thought that it could be poisoned flashed through my mind and quickly vanished..if he wanted to kill me he had plenty of chances to already do that..so I highly doubted it. Plus my throat was hurting like crazy from whatever chemical that guy used on me.

I tried to wrack my brain about what to do..how was I going to get out of this? As long as I was tied to this damn bed there was no way I could get out of here. Scott and Asher have to be coming for me. I know for a fact I am still wearing the ankle bracelet so maybe the cops are already on the way. If I can just keep Ethan happy then nothing will happen, right?

"My wrists, they hurt really bad." I whined, trying not to pull on them as the zip ties were cutting into my flesh. Maybe he would cut me loose if I complained enough.

"I know baby..I know it hurts..that fucking asshole wasn't supposed to use zip ties on you." Ethan explained, his hands brushing the hair out of my face as his fingers lingered on my cheeks before sliding down to my lips. The way he called me baby made my skin crawl as my stomach twisted in knots..I hated it..only one person can call me that.

I tried my hardest not to react..I tried not to cry or act scared..I don't know why but I felt like Ethan could snap at the slightest thing and I just wanted to bide myself enough time as possible.

Unable to stop myself, a treacherous tear slipped down my cheek, making Ethan frown as he pulled his hand back and clenched his fist.

"He made you cry..he fucking hurt you..I told him to be gentle." He seethed.

"Troy get the fuck in here now!" He shouted, making me jump before he bent down close to my face.

"Shhh it's okay, I wasn't shouting at you, Angel. I could never be mad at you." His hands began to rub my thigh before gliding up and slipping beneath my shirt, resting his palm on my bare stomach before darting his tongue out and wetting his lips. "Fuck you look so beautiful right now..so fucking beautiful." He began, his face inching closer to mine as I closed my eyes tight, not wanting to see those cold brown orbs that were piercing through me.

"What is it?" A deep voice interrupted, making me flinch as the door flew open.

"Come here." Ethan commanded, making me open my eyes once more, watching the scene unfold before me.

It was the man from the elevator and he was now wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. He had tattoos all up and down his arms and neck. He was smirking at Ethan as his eyes landed on me before raking up and down my body. "Do you need me to assist with anything? Perhaps show you how to f**k the bitch?" He laughed, but not for long..

Ethan growled angrily before reaching out, gripping the guy by the throat as he slammed his fist into the man's face over and over again. It happened that quick...he snapped in an instant, treating this man like his personal punching bag.

"What the fuck did you just call her? How fucking dare you disrespect my Angel!" He shouted, the sight before me almost too much to bear as Ethan continued to slam his fist into the guy's now bloodied face.

"I will fucking kill you..you don't even deserve to breathe the same air she does!" He suddenly reached into the waistband of his pants, pulling out a gun as I gasped.

"Ethan stop!" Was he seriously going to kill this guy?!

He pressed the gun to the man's temple, making me twist and turn as I tugged on my arms, trying to break the zip ties. I can't see this..I can't let Ethan kill someone. Even if the guy is a d**k..this is so messed up!

"He hurt you..he called you a bitch..no one speaks to you like that. Not to my angel..not to my future wife." He began to ramble, making me cry out as I wanted to get the hell out of here and as far away from this lunatic as possible.

"Ethan..he's not worth it..please..please don't do this." I sobbed. Not wanting to witness someone being killed right in front of me. It was one thing to kidnap and stalk, don't get me wrong, that is still crazy on its own, but to kill someone..that's going past a point of no return and it made me fear for not only my life..but for the ones I loved as well. He is a monster..a psychotic monster.

"Ethan..please..put the gun away." I whispered, trying not to tremble..I tried to sound calm and collected but I was failing miserably.

"Why? He is scum..anyone who so much as looks at what is mine will regret it." He gritted through his teeth and pressed the gun harder to the guy's temple, making him whimper and groan. It was hard to even see his face because he was so covered in blood. I tried to lift my head, turning my body more as panic began to consume me.

"He is sorry..he will never do it again, right?" I blurted, seeing the guy shake his head emphatically.

"Please, I don't want you to have to live with this Ethan." I tried to spin it like I cared for him, that I didn't want him to live with this on his hands. Which was the truth..how could a person go on after doing something like this?

Ethan turned his head, looking at me sympathetically as his hand gripped the guy's shirt tighter.

"But I'm doing this for you..all of this is for you." And before I could say another word, Ethan pulled the trigger, killing the man right before my very eyes.