163: OBSESSED 2

OBSESSED 2

I was single-handedly dragged across the floor as if I weighed no more than a feather. My blood trailing behind me as it stained the white tiles. 2

At this point, I was more helpless than before. I couldn't even move my fingers. Vince tied my wrists tightly that the rope harshly dug deep into my flesh making my hands numbed with pain. 

I tried kicking him but I was surprised when my legs didn't even move an inch. How am I supposed to fight when I can't move a body part? My strength drained quickly and the pain in my head worsened. 

Even my eyes start to blur from the amount of blood leaking from my grievous wound. Anytime soon I wouldn't be able to control myself and I would lose consciousness. 

Vince continued to move forward until he finally reached the kitchen. He kicked the door open, pulled me across the kitchen and dumped me into the floor beside an unconscious body bathing in a pool of blood. 

My horrified gaze landed at the woman's face. A muffled whimper escaped on my lips.

Catherine Grace! 

No! No! No! I screamed inwardly when my gaze drifted to her chest and saw the badly bleeding bullet wounds. 

She was lying on her side, facing my direction. Her eyes were closed and there was no sign that she's still breathing. Her t-shirt was soaking wet with her own blood. 

There were two… no three bullet wounds on her chest. I wasn't even sure if it was only three since I couldn't see her body clearly. The kitchen was dark, only the light 

from the window helped illuminate the room but it wasn't enough to make things clear. 

Aside from the gunshots on her chest, her head was bleeding too. Vince had smashed the vase into her head. Instantly she dropped to the floor. While she was unconscious, he dragged her to the kitchen where he finished her off with a gun. 

Vince was a rotten bastard! I want to kill him for hurting the people I cared about. 

Tears began to blur my vision. 

It's all my fault…. If it weren't for me, Catherine's life would never be endangered. 

I was consumed with too much guilt that I could scarcely breathe. Tears abundantly flow down my crimson cheeks. 

Vince shot Catherine…. Without a doubt, I would be next on his hit list. He was not going to kill me yet because he's waiting for Ace to come so he could kill him first. He was already mentally unstable. I'm sure that he would show no mercy while killing both of us. 

I don't want to die tonight…. I don't want to leave my whole family behind. I don't want them to weep over my cold and lifeless body. Above all, I don't want anything bad to happen to Ace. I would blame myself if some harm falls on him. 

'Please help me Lord.' I mumbled repeatedly. I don't have to turn to at the moment except God. He's the only one I have now. I have strong faith in him and I believe he would never allow Vince to succeed. 

The telephone inside the kitchen rings. I flinched by the sudden piercing sound. Vince hastily grabs the telephone from the glass table and answers it. 

"My dear step-brother." He murmurs, a sinister smile curls on his lips. "I'm glad you called… Of course, it's me, Vince." He chuckles and takes the wireless telephone and starts to move in my direction. 

My fear multiplied tenth fold. Vince would use me as a bait to lure Ace here…. No! I don't want that to happen. Once Ace set foot into the house, there's no guarantee that he would leave this place alive. 

Desperately, I screamed but the cloth stuffed into my mouth made it impossible for me to say a thing. 

Vince stopped when he reached my side. He flashed me a smile in which I responded with a piercing glare. 

I wish him dead right at the moment. A person like him doesn't deserve to live. He tends to make people miserable for his own satisfaction and entertainment. Samantha raised a monster like herself. 

He fished his mobile phone from inside the pocket of his jeans and snapped a picture of me. My eyes closed abruptly by the blinding flash of the camera. 

He examined the photograph and he smiled triumphantly. 

I only opened my eyes when he started to move to the direction where Catherine was lying. He pulled into a stop when he was a few inches away from her and he took a photo of her too. 

"I just sent you the proof, Ace…. I am waiting for you…. Make sure you're alone or you will never see Phoenix alive." He threatened in between gritted teeth. "I will kill her the way I killed her friend here if you don't follow my orders. I'm warning you step-brother." He hissed. Before the other line could respond, he rudely pressed the end button then sent the wireless telephone crashing down on the kitchen counter. 

Vince kneels in front of me. He grabbed my hair so forcefully that I was afraid it would be reaped from my skin. Tears sprung on the corner of my eyes as he grabbed my hair. 

"Watch me kill your lover, Phoenix." He whispered to my ear. "But before I kill him, I will make sure to make him suffer first."

He pushed me hard and my head landed on the floor. I winced from the pain. I was grateful when he didn't touch me again. Instead, he sat on the chair in front of the kitchen table and shifted his attention on the gun resting just on top. He picked the weapon and began to play with it with his fingers. 

"I wonder who will I kill first? Hmmm… Well, I could have fun with you while Ace watches. That would be very enjoyable on my part…. Imagine what Ace would feel as he watch me f*ck his lover." He closes his eyes and let's go a groan as if he was imagining the scene in his mind. 

Then his eyes snapped open. A crisp laughter erupted from his lips. 

Vince was becoming out of control. 

I lay on the floor fuming with rage. If I was holding a gun, I could have shot him right at that moment. 

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