Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

My father walks into the room, his dick in his hand, sticking out of his slacks. “Come to watch the show?” he asks.

“No, I’ve come to have my turn.”

He grins. “You don’t like them bloody though. You like them fighting.”

He’s right. I don’t like fucking helpless women like he does. I’m not a coward. I fuck them against their will, sure, but only when that’s what they want. I’m not my father.

I look at Nina. Her eyes finally find me in the room. I expect the same help-me look in her eyes that she gives me every time I am in the same room with her. But her eyes don’t ask for help. They expect nothing from me.

“Get out of here. You can have her when I’m finished with her,” my father sa

ys, turning his attention to her.

My stomach churns at the thought of my father fucking her like this. I can taste the bile in my mouth. It’s gone on for far too long.

I should have known.

I should have tried to stop it.

But I never have before. What makes me want to save Nina when I haven’t saved so many before?

I look at her long brown hair and her beat-up body. She’s beautiful, even in her current state. But it’s more than just her beauty that attracts me to her. It’s her obsession with me. I’ve never been the center of someone’s world. No one has ever cared about only me ever. Not even my own mother. That must be all it is. The fascination with a woman who is obsessed with me.

She’s not obsessed anymore.

She hates my guts.

I watch as my father walks toward her, and I can’t take it. I don’t know how to stop it, but I can’t let it happen. I can’t let him hurt her.

I grab my father’s shoulder, and I push him against the wall.

“What the fuck are you doing? You’ll have your turn with our slave. Wait, or I’ll make you wait your turn, you asshole,” he says.

I don’t even flinch when he calls me an asshole. He’s called me everything in the book. I’m not a son to him, and I never will be.

He looks at me in disgust. “Get out of here. You don’t have the balls to be half the man that I am.”

He throws me off of him even though I have three times the strength that he does. He’s in control here, not me. He has the power over the men who stand guard and are ready at his beck and call. Not me. I don’t have any power yet. But I will soon enough.

I grab his arm again, stopping him from touching Nina.

“Let go of me now. Or I’ll make you. I’ll whip your ass like when you were a kid, and maybe then, you’ll finally learn some manners.”

I tighten my grip on his arm, still not sure of what my next move will be. All I know is, I won’t let him touch her. He moves to punch me, but I block him, which only makes him angrier.

“Whipping your ass won’t be enough. I’ll lock you in the dungeon, and you’ll never see the light of day again if you keep defying me, boy.”

“I want her. Now. I can’t wait. I want to know what it’s like to fuck a woman who’s broken and beaten. I want the taste of blood in my mouth.”

He stops a second and looks at me, trying to tell if I’m lying or not. “I don’t believe you. You never want their blood unless they willingly give it to you. You’re weak—”

“I want her blood. I want to make this slave pay for what she did.”

He smiles when I use the word slave. “Be my guest then.”

I watch him slowly walk out of the room, leaving her to me. He might not be in the room any longer, but I know he is still watching. The sick fucker has video cameras everywhere so that he can relive his disgusting fantasies, even after the women are long gone.

And watching his son finally become a man in his eyes is going to make my twisted father jack off more times than I want to imagine.