Haunting-Adeline

everybody if I were short.
A tall, willowy woman hands my new obsession a microphone, and for a
brief moment, the la er looks like she’s ready to bolt. She stares at the mic
as if the woman is handing over a severed head.
But the look is gone in seconds, barely there before she slides her mask
in place. And then she snatches the microphone and brings it to her
wobbly lips.
“Before we start…”
Fuck, her voice is pure smoke. The kind you really only hear in porn
videos. I suck in my bo om lip, bi ng back a groan.
I lean against the wall and watch her, absolutely enthralled with the li le
creature before me.
Something inexplicably dark arises in my chest. It’s black and evil and
cruel. Dangerous, even.
All I want to do is break her. Sha er her into pieces. And then arrange
those pieces to fit against my own. I don’t care if they don’t fit—I’ll fucking
make them.
And I know I’m about to do something bad. I know that I’m going to
cross lines that I will never be able to come back from, but there’s not an
ounce of me that gives a fuck.
Because I’m obsessed.
I’m addicted.
And I will gladly cross every single line if it means making this girl mine. If
it means forcing her to be mine.
My mind has already been made up, the decision for fying like granite in
my brain. At that moment, her wandering eyes slide right onto mine,
clashing with a force that nearly sends my knees to the ground. Her eyes
round in the corners ever-so-slightly, as if she’s just as enraptured by me as
I am by her.
And then the reader before her is pulling her a en on away, and I know
I need to leave now before I do something stupid like kidnap her in front of
at least fi y witnesses.
No ma er. She won’t be able to escape me now.
I’ve just found myself a li le mouse, and I won’t stop un l I’ve trapped
her.