DEVIL:In my room, the obsession gnawed at me like an insatiable hunger. Large, open windows allowed the moonlight to gently pour in, casting a soft, otherworldly glow on Anastasia's portrait hanging on my wall. Her image was everywhere in my room, snapshots of her captured at different moments in time, but it was the one with her smile that held me captive.The moonlight filtered through the ancient trees outside, creating dancing shadows that stretched across the room. I have built this house for her. I remember how she always wanted to stay somewhere at peace. Hence, this will be our sanctuary. Our little home.Anastasia's smile felt like a lifeline in that sea of darkness. With each passing moment, my obsession with her deepened. Her innocence, her vitality and her daring spirit beckoned to me, pulling me in closer."Ty ne predstavlyayesh', moya dorogaya Anastasiya, kak dolgo ya toskoval po tebe." I whispered to the night. (You have no idea, my dear Anastasia, how long I've yearned for you)My fingers traced the contours of her recent image. One where she lay in a white, translucent nightgown, sleeping like a cute panda, hugging her favourite plushie, last night. She was breathtakingly alluring. So damn sexy. When her aroused nipples pointed out. Erected through the gown while she dreamt of me. The way her breath fastened, and sweat beads formed on her forehead, I knew it was me she was dreaming of. And I know for a fact that she felt me there. My cock harden in my pant. The part of me wanted to fuck her right there, claiming her from her dreams to reality but I would wait.I'd claimed her in the shadows, but now I wanted to make her mine in the light of day as well, to declare her as mine to the world. She was mine, claimed in my twisted reality, yet there remained the need to possess her openly, to announce to the world that she belonged to me and only me.She remained oblivious to the depths of my longing. I needed her to not just see me as I am but to love me for it. Yet, there was that nagging fear that she might run, escape the clutches of my obsessions, and so, I had to ensnare her, captivate her to the point where escape was unthinkable.I had waited for over twenty years, patiently, for the right moment, the perfect convergence of time and circumstance. She was the key, the missing piece that would fulfil my purpose. And as I gazed upon her picture, I knew that the moment was drawing near.I cherish the way her fear of me lingers, the way her body responds to my presence, both in the waking world and within her dreams. She is my prize, my conquest."I've waited two decades for you, my love," I declared, my obsession intensifying with each passing moment. "And I'll gladly wait another two if that's what it takes to make you mine. Your heart, your soul, your body—they will all belong to me, Rosie."Mere thought of her being mine one day made my heart raced as a torrent of desire coursed through me, her presence in my mind setting me ablaze. Blood rushed to my south and I urgently unzipped my jeans, feeling my fingers clasp around my aching, hard cock, which throbbed with anticipation.Gently, I began to caress myself, letting my imagination conjure her delicate touch. The sensations were vivid, almost as if her soft hand were truly around me. My arousal intensified, and I could feel pre-cum slicking the sensitive skin.My eyelids fell shut as I envisioned her captivating smile, her enchanting face, and the deep, mysterious pools of her eyes, gazing at me with a unique blend of pleasure and apprehension. I painted a mental picture of her, her beautiful face so vivid in my mind's eye, as she knelt before me, her electric blue gaze locked onto mine, her lips enveloping me completely.How would she look when she was naked before me when her silky smooth skin touched mine? Would she gag when she takes me in her mouth? Oh, damn she would look absolutely gorgeous. Her nipples erect and pointed. Would she be drenched too while she suck me? Would she touch herself while sucking me?I could almost taste the anticipation, feel the thrill that coursed through her with each passing second."Skoro, my vstretimsya ochen' skoro, Moya Luboubv." I moaned. (Soon, we will meet very soon, Moya Luboubv.)Letting my imagination run wild, I visioned her sucking me in her delicious mouth as my blood ran with pleasure. I was close, And I wanted to finish inside her. Gripping her by the shoulder, I yanked her up. Pushing to the nearest wall, I pulled her leg while I swiftly insert myself in her sweet little tight pussy. And oh damn.My breaths became erratic as I increased the pace of my hand along my shaft, feeling it as her tight little cunt. She was my deepest obsession, the driving force behind my existence, and in that moment, I was utterly consumed by her. She moaned in my ears and it was like my very personal chanting for her lord. That's right. I was her lord and she was mine. I was the Devil, and everything I had was hers. And she held absolute dominion over my desires.With a few more frantic strokes, I reached my climax. Cumming so hard, that for a second everything blurred from my vision. As I exhaled, a sense of temporary satisfaction washed over me.Zipping up my jeans, I sank into my bed, welcoming the darkness of the room. Moonlight filtered in, casting gentle shadows and providing the perfect atmosphere for contemplation.Blakely was no more; her fate was sealed. The others would follow.She had dared to harm my queen. If I had been the one to exact her punishment, I would have ensured her suffering stretched beyond her comprehension, shattering her soul to rebuild anew. But justice had another agent, someone equally deserving of revenge. I would not directly intervene, but I would offer her my assistance in every possible way.The extensive list of crimes committed by Blakley and her ilk would finally meet its reckoning.Because when God hesitated to venture into the darkest alleys, it was the Devil who took it upon himself to serve justice. I will serve the justice."No one dares to threaten what's mine and lives." I whispered to the night.****I descended into the dimly lit basement.In the shadowy chamber, I attended to my blade with meticulous care, savouring the rhythmic sound of steel against steel as I sharpened it to a deadly edge. Before me, another man lay, battered and bloodied, his tormented eyes occasionally darting towards me, their fear flickering in the dim light.His hands are tied to the ceiling as his unconscious body hangs from the chain."Hello, hello," I cooed mockingly as I brushed my fingers against his bruised cheeks. He hissed in pain, his eyes fluttering open as he struggled to adjust to his surroundings. The moment his gaze locked with mine, they widened in stark terror."I thought you might be getting lonely down here," I mused, circling him like a predator circling its prey. "So I was contemplating offering you a new companion soon."His pleas grew more desperate, his voice trembling. "Please... end it. Show me mercy. I can't take it anymore."I chuckled at him. He was a fool to think that I would show any mercy. But I was relentless. My response was cold and methodical. "No, my friend. The best is yet to come."His face twisted in anguish as he writhed in pain. His agony, the symphony of my obsession, reverberated through the room, sending a sinister thrill coursing through my veins. Wires connected to his body, taped along with his skin.But the remote, in my hand. I profoundly switched on the remote as he struggled through the electric shock.His tortured sobs echoed through the darkness as I observed him intently, my eyes locked onto his torment, feeding the hunger of my obsession.With calculated nonchalance, I retrieved a cell phone, briefly powering it on and then switching it off. An eerie, maniacal laughter escaped my lips, filling the room with malevolence and chilling the man to his core.----X----A/N: I am literally colour-blind right now. I WANT my man to be obsessed with me like this. Do you too? If Yes, let all of us Chant for The DEVIL now!Also, I am excited to know more about Ana. Will the charming Lorenzo capture the heart of Ana, or will a mysterious stalker change the game? 🔍🖤 To know more, keep reading. 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