Dark obssesion: Unhinged feelings

The mother stormed out of Shizuku's room, her face red with anger, and made her way to Itsuki Kurogane's study, where her husband was working. As she entered the room, she slammed the door behind her, causing the paintings on the walls to shake.

"You! You're the reason I'm trapped in this miserable life!" she screeched at Itsuki, her voice filled with venom.

Itsuki looked up from his work, his face a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice measured but firm.

"I never wanted to marry you!" she continued, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't want to be stuck in this wretched household, dealing with your spoiled children and your rotten family!"

As she spoke, she paced back and forth across the room, her hands wringing together in frustration. Itsuki sighed, rubbing his temples as he tried to make sense of his wife's outburst.

"And your father!" she spat, turning her attention to her late father-in-law. "It's all his fault that we didn't get rid of that trash when we had the chance! He spoiled you and now you've spoiled our children! If he hadn't been so lenient, we could have sent that useless boy to an orphanage where he belonged!"

Itsuki's eyes narrowed, as he stood up from his desk, his posture tense. "Enough!" he barked, slamming his fist on the desk. "I won't have you speak ill of our children in this manner!"

The mother's eyes widened, momentarily shocked by her husband's sudden display of anger. But, undeterred, she stared him down, her chin raised defiantly.

"I won't stay silent any longer!" she hissed, her voice shaking. "I'm tired of living in this cage, surrounded by people who don't care about anyone but themselves!"

The quiet tension in the room was palpable as Itsuki glared at his wife, his expression a mixture of fury and contempt. "You dare to judge our children based on their talents?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "At least I have a heart to care for them, unlike you!"

He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a stack of photographs, which he slammed down on the desk in front of her. The images depicted her engaging in various acts of adultery .

One of the photographs captured her in a dimly lit room, wearing a seductive, deep red silk negligee that hugged her curves and accentuated her ample cleavage. Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face, which was flushed with a mix of desire and excitement.

She was entwined with a pimp their bodies pressed close together as they shared a passionate, fiery kiss. His hands roamed her body, pulling her even closer as their lust for one another seemed to know no bounds. Her selfishness and deceit were on full display.

"If you think I'm so easily manipulated," Itsuki continued, his voice icy, "then you should know that I'm well aware of your little... escapades. You're in no position to lecture me on family values or morality."

He took a step towards her, his eyes locked on hers. "Now, you will back me up in my stance against the elders, or I will make sure these photos find their way into the hands of those who would be most interested in seeing them."

His wife stared at him, her face pale with terror, and she seemed to shrink under the weight of his words. She questioned his sanity, her voice barely a whisper. "Have you lost your mind, Itsuki?"

Itsuki sneered at her. "If you feel so trapped and imprisoned in this household, then leave. Get out and never come back, because the mere sight of you disgusts me."

With that, he turned away from her, leaving her standing there in shock, her world crumbling around her. The air in the room felt heavy, as if the ghosts of their past mistakes lingered in the shadows, watching their marriage disintegrate.

The shock and disbelief painted across her face were evident as she realized that Itsuki was not the pushover she had always believed him to be. She had underestimated him, never imagining that he would uncover her indiscretions and confront her so brazenly.

Her eyes widened in a mix of panic and anger, and as she stared at the incriminating photos, an unexpected heat began to spread through her body, causing her to pant and flush with a mixture of arousal and humiliation.

Itsuki's gaze was cold and full of disgust, making her feel both exposed and judged. "You will regret this, Itsuki," she hissed through clenched teeth, the threat in her voice barely veiled. With a hasty, jerky motion, she snatched the photos from his hand and stormed out of the room, her posture rigid with indignation and her quick footsteps betraying her desire to put as much distance between them as possible. Itsuki's expression remained one of utter repulsion as he watched her depart.

...

Sora bent over and her shoulders are rounded as she stands by the window, her hands gripping the ledge hard. Her eyes are glued to the vacant street below.

She speaks softly to herself, "I know you're out there somewhere, my love," her voice trembling with the passion. "We can get back together after I find you, . Forever."

She does a U-turn away from the window and walks over to the corner of the room's plastic bag. She lightly traces the tape's edges with her fingers as she moves them over it. She draws the bag closer to her body, her breath filling her lungs with the aroma that is coming from the bag.

With a slight giggle, Sora grasps a lock of Ikki's hair that she had secretly cut without his consent. "My beloved Ikki" she whispers, clutching the lock of hair tightly to her chest, the lifeless hand of my opponent resting beside her.

She then turns to the pristine black suit, running her fingers over the smooth fabric. "This suit has his blood" she says with a smirk, "but now it's all mine." She looks at the suit with a possessive glint in her eye, as if it's a trophy she's won.

Her eyes widen with an obsessive glint as she says, "I can't wait to have you all to myself. We were meant to be together, and nothing will stand in our way."

'No one will ever come between us again. I'll make sure of it.'

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and a girl rushes in, screaming. "What have you done to him, you monster?!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face. "He was my boyfriend, and you killed him!"

Sora's eyes narrow as she looks at the girl coldly. Without a word, she reaches for a knife on the nearby table and throws it towards the girl's throat. The knife misses by mere inches, embedding itself into the wall behind her.

The girl falls to the ground, trembling with fear. "Why are you doing this?" she pleads. "He didn't deserve this!"

Sora steps towards her, her eyes burning with rage. "Nobody punches Ikki," she hisses. "Nobody."

The sound of the knife slicing through the air is the only noise in the room as it hurtles towards the girl. Sora's arm moves with an almost inhuman speed and precision, her muscles coiled tight like a spring. The knife finds its mark with a sickening thud, sinking deep into the girl's throat.

A gurgling sound emanates from her mouth as blood pours from the wound, staining the carpet beneath her. Sora stands over the body, her breathing heavy and labored. Her eyes glitter with a manic intensity as she watches the life drain from the girl's eyes.

It's a rush, a high that she can't deny. "Another one down," she mutters to herself, a twisted grin on her face. "Another one to the collection" She bends down and picks up the knife from the girl's throat, wiping the blood off on her sleeve.

She admires the sharp edge of the blade for a moment before it disappears. Sora takes a step back, surveying the scene before her. The girl's body lies still and silent,

Blood gushes from the wound as the girl collapses to the floor. Sora looks down at the lifeless body with a smirk. "I never miss," she says with a sarcastic smile, her voice dripping with venom. She walks over to the body and kneels down beside it, running her fingers over the wound.

"You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time," she mutters to the corpse. "But don't worry, at least you were useful " With that, she stands up and walks over to the window, gazing out at the darkened cityscape.

Sora's breathing grows heavy. She begins to mutter to herself, her words growing increasingly erratic and unhinged. "I'll show them all," she says, her voice rising in volume.

"... . I'll make sure of it." She turns away from the window and walks over to the black bag in the corner, pulling out a photo of Ikki and herself together. She caresses the photo with a gentle smile, her eyes glittering with a dangerous light. "You're mine" she says.

"No one else can have you. Not now, not ever." She starts to laugh, a high-pitched and maniacal sound that echoes throughout the empty apartment. The rain outside grows louder, as if in response to her madness. Sora's grip on reality begins to slip as she becomes more and more lost in her delusions.

The rain continues to fall, tapping against the glass in a steady rhythm.