Obsession

"Lay down, Doll," he tells me once he has finished setting the beds. What if he tries to kill me tonight? I'm not sure whether I want to sleep because of that possibility.

He makes himself comfortable on the bed.

Who am I trying to fool? Next to him, I laid down on the ground. This bed is a significant improvement over the one that was provided in the tent.

I have no idea how the other people are going to go to sleep, but Fernando asked me if

I would mind sharing a bed with him, and now I'm worried that Claude is going to be mean to him.

"How come you were kissing Rosemary before?" "Why were you doing that?" I lower my voice.

When we are facing each other on our sides, he murmurs, "She threw herself onto me I didn't even kiss her back," as he moves his arm around my waist and places it around my waist.

I mutter in a low voice, "To Dagger," "You didn't have to..." You had the opportunity to make me yours, but you chose not to.

"I did, but he didn't listen, I could say you were my spouse, but he'd still attempt something on you," you said. "I did," he said. His teeth are chattering. If I can keep Claude quiet, perhaps he won't inflict any further harm on anyone else.

I raise my hand and place it on his shoulder before sliding it up.

"I'm crazy enough to still be obsessed with you, and it's driving me nuts," I say to myself.

"It's driving me nuts."

"If you are so obsessed with me, then tell me why you haven't tried fucking me yet. I mean, I literally asked you out on the night that I was supposed to get my reward," I tell her.

"I wanted to have sex with you when I first got a clear view of your face, but it was quite wrong since I was thirty and you were seventeen so I used the other girls to keep my mind off of you I stopped thinking about you which I thought was great because it felt wring thinking about a seventeen-year-old but when you started looking at me a certain way when you were eighteen I started thinking of you again."

"I did everything in my power to conceal the fact that I have a thing for you."

I'm sharing a bed with a psychopath right now.

However, this unhealthy preoccupation with Claude makes it impossible for me to simply move on from him and even despise him. I just don't have it in me to despise him.

I can't help myself, even if he's dead, someone close to me, I still love him. I still want to feel his touch. I want him to give me pleasure. I want to touch him and feel his warmth. I still want to feel his touch.

It's possible that people will think I'm insane, but it's almost certain that they will.

If Claude ordered me to kill someone, you can be sure that I would comply. I pay attention to what he says, and I always comply with his requests.

I am completely under his direction and control.

In order to come closer to his body, I lift one of my legs and place it over him.

I pout and say, "I don't want you to keep it a secret," and then he lifts his head ever-so-slightly, allowing me to snake my arm under his head and encircle his neck with both of my arms.

He grins and leans forward in his chair.

He cups my ass by moving his hand to my thigh and then sliding beneath my dress.

A loud sigh can be heard. I let out a series of loud breaths, and then I move away from Claude. "What kind of twisted joke was this?" he asked. You cretin, we watched as someone stabbed you to death! I can hear Rose yelling.

I am sitting upright. After that, I turn my attention to Claude. I get up off the mattress and walk over to...

Oh my god, it's Dagger! He's not dead, he's fine; don't worry about him. "Claude was also a part of it, as was Diego," he recalls. "They were all involved." They all have a good time. "Your reactions were absolutely priceless."

I raise my hand and slap him across the face. I do it with full force. "Asshole," is what I respond.

I spoke it in a whisper but it came out more like a roar. "You are supposed to comfort someone when you take their virginity. Not scare them half to death," I said.

Rose then approaches him and slaps him as well. The frown deepens. "I'm sorry, Doll," he says as he moves in for an embrace, but I back away from him. "I am going to bed, good night," I say as I exit the room.

If this was an act, then what Claude said about me must have also been an act if this was an act.

To go to my room, I had to take the stairs up to the second floor. I can't believe how embarrassed I am.

My response to them must have been interesting enough for others to share. They presumably have it recorded on video so that they may laugh about it in the future.

After walking into my space, I immediately shut and lock the door before flinging myself onto my bed.

This day has been too much for me, and I need to get some rest. The fact that Dagger died and then came back to life was evidently an elaborate hoax designed to frighten us.

I'm in such a state of embarrassment that it makes me want to cry.