Chapter 7 : His Sweetheart

The Shadow POV:-

I watched her from the shadows, my eyes fixed on her every move. She was so fragile, so delicate, and yet she thought she could handle herself.

I smiled to myself as I remembered the look of fear in her eyes. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't wait to see it again.

I had been planning this for months, studying her every habit, every routine. I knew her better than she knew herself.

And now, the game was on. I would push her to her limits, test her strength and her courage. And when she thought she had reached her breaking point, I would be there, waiting for her.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to read the message. "The game has begun," I had written to my unknown accomplice.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of anticipation. This was just the beginning, and I couldn't wait to see how it would all play out

I stood there for a while, watching her house, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I had made my move, and now the game was on.

As I turned to leave, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. I had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it was finally here.

I made my way back to my car, parked a few blocks away from her house. As I drove away, I couldn't help but think about my next move.

I would have to be careful, make sure I didn't leave any clues behind. But I was confident in my abilities. I had been planning this for too long to make any mistakes.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of anticipation. This was going to be fun...

I pulled into my garage, closing the door behind me. I sat in the darkness for a moment, thinking about my next move.

I got out of the car and went inside, locking the door behind me. I went to my computer and pulled up the surveillance footage I had set up around her house.

I watched as she moved around her living room, her every move captured on camera. I felt a thrill of excitement as I watched her, my obsession growing with every passing moment.

I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the screen. I would watch her every move, study her every habit. And soon, I would make my next move...

I sat there for hours, watching her every move. I saw her make dinner, saw her watch TV, saw her get ready for bed. And with each passing moment, my obsession grew.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was so beautiful, so perfect. And she had no idea that I was watching her, that I was studying her every move.

As the night wore on, I started to feel a sense of restlessness. I wanted to be closer to her, to see her up close. I wanted to touch her, to hold her.

I leaned forward, my eyes fixed on the screen. I could feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears.

And then, I saw her get into bed. She snuggled under the covers, a look of peace on her face.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I would let her sleep, for now. But soon, I would make my move...

The scream echoes through the mansion, shattering the silence. I feel a surge of annoyance, my eyes still fixed on Ayla's peaceful form on the screen.

This asshole will never let me live in pease

I turn my head, my gaze shifting towards the attic. That's where the scream came from.

I remember. Ayla's father.

I had almost forgotten about him. He's been my guest for a while now, and he's been... cooperative.

But it seems he's not as cooperative as I thought.

I get up from my chair, my eyes leaving Ayla's screen. I'll deal with her father first. Then I can get back to watching her.

I make my way to the attic, my footsteps echoing through the hallway. I can hear Ayla's father whimpering, begging for mercy.

I smile to myself. Mercy is not something I'm familiar with....I reach the attic and push open the door. Ayla's father is tied to a chair, his eyes wide with fear. He's covered in sweat, and his face is bruised and battered.

I walk over to him, my eyes scanning his broken form. "You're not being very cooperative," I say, my voice low and menacing.

He looks up at me, pleading in his eyes. "Please," he begs. "Stop this. I'll tell you anything."

I smile, a cold, calculating smile. "You'll tell me anything?" I repeat. "That's very generous of you."

I walk over to a nearby table, where various tools are laid out. I pick up a pair of pliers, my eyes never leaving Ayla's father.

"What do you want to know?" he begs, his voice shaking with fear.

I lean forward, the pliers inches from his face. "I want to know everything," I say, my voice dripping with malice. "Everything about Ayla, about her past, about her secrets."

Ayla's father swallows hard, his eyes darting back and forth. "I'll tell you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just please, don't hurt me anymore."

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, I'm just getting started," I say, my eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.....

I grip the pliers tightly, my fingers itching to inflict more pain. "Tell me about Ayla's mother," I say, my voice low and menacing.

Ayla's father hesitates, his eyes filled with fear. "She... she was a good person," he stammers.

I raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "A good person?" I repeat. "You beat her, didn't you? You beat her and Ayla."

Ayla's father nods, tears streaming down his face. "I was drunk," he begs. "I didn't know what I was doing."

I laugh, a cold, mirthless sound. "You didn't know what you were doing?" I repeat. "You knew exactly what you were doing. You're a monster."

I lean forward, the pliers inches from his face. "And monsters deserve to be punished."

Ayla's father screams as I apply the pliers, his body writhing in agony. I watch him, my eyes filled with a cold, calculating pleasure.

This is what he deserves. This is what all monsters deserve...

I continue to apply the pliers, Ayla's father's screams echoing through the attic. I can see the pain in his eyes, the fear that he's going to die.

And he's right. He is going to die.

I'm just getting started.

I release the pliers, and Ayla's father slumps forward, gasping for breath. I stand up, walking over to the table to pick up a knife.

"This is going to hurt," I say, my voice low and menacing.

Ayla's father looks up at me, his eyes filled with terror. He knows he's going to die.

And he's right. I raise the knife, but instead of ending his life, I make a deep gash on his cheek. He screams in agony as I carve a pattern of cuts on his face, each one a reminder of the pain he inflicted on Ayla and her mother.

"You should have thought of that before you laid a hand on them," I hiss, my eyes blazing with fury.

Ayla's father begs for mercy, but I'm unforgiving. I continue to torture him, making him suffer as he made Ayla and her mother suffer.

Hours pass, and Ayla's father is a broken man. He's covered in cuts and bruises, his eyes sunken with pain and fear.

But I'm not done yet. I have one final surprise for him....

I walk over to a nearby cabinet and pull out a small device. It's a recording device, and I press play. Ayla's voice fills the room, her words clear and unmistakable.

"You're a monster," she says, her voice dripping with venom. "You're a monster, and you deserve to rot in hell."

Ayla's father looks up at me, his eyes wide with horror. He knows what's coming next.

I walk over to him, the device still playing Ayla's words. I press it to his ear, making sure he hears every word.

"You're going to listen to this over and over," I tell him, my voice cold and menacing. "You're going to listen to Ayla's words, and you're going to remember what you did to her."

I leave the device playing, walking away from Ayla's father. He's broken, destroyed by his own actions.

And now, it's time for me to take care of Ayla. To make sure she's safe, and that she'll never have to suffer again....

I walk out of the attic, leaving Ayla's father to his misery. I make my way back to my control room, where I can keep an eye on Ayla.

I sit down in front of the screens, watching as Ayla moves around her house, oblivious to the suffering her father is enduring.

I feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that justice is being served. Ayla's father will never hurt her again.

But my obsession with Ayla goes beyond just protecting her. I want to be close to her, to be the one she turns to for comfort and support.

And I'll stop at nothing to make that happen...