Maniac Personal Maid
The mansion's corridors echoed with the faint sound of Ava Monroe's hurried footsteps, each step a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating presence of Ethan Blake. The dimly lit hallway seemed to stretch endlessly as she tried to finish her tasks and retreat to the safety of her quarters. Suddenly, Ethan materialized from the shadows, his eyes ablaze with a fixation that sent a chill down Ava's spine.
"Ava," he called out, his voice a mix of urgency and possessiveness.
Ava turned, her heart racing as she faced him, trying to keep a brave front despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "Mr. Blake," she acknowledged cautiously, her voice wavering slightly.
"You've been avoiding me," Ethan stated flatly, his tone dark with accusation.
Ava swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she clutched her cleaning supplies tighter. "I-I haven't been avoiding you," she protested, her eyes darting nervously around the empty corridor.
Ethan took a step closer, his gaze locked on her with an intensity that made her feel like prey caught in a predator's sights. "Don't lie to me, Ava," he growled softly, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.
Ava backed away instinctively, her back pressing against the cold stone wall. "Please," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I just want to finish my work."
He closed the distance between them in an instant, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek with a touch that was both possessive and unsettling. Ava flinched at his touch, her breath catching in her throat as she fought the urge to pull away.
"You're so beautiful," Ethan murmured, his voice laced with a fervor that bordered on obsession. "I can't stop thinking about you."
Ava's eyes widened in fear as she tried to inch away from him, her heart pounding with a mixture of dread and revulsion. "Please, Mr. Blake," she pleaded again, her voice desperate. "You're scaring me."
Ethan's expression twisted with a mixture of longing and frustration. "I can't help it," he insisted, his grip on her tightening subtly. "You belong to me, Ava. You can't run from that."
Tears welled up in Ava's eyes as she felt trapped, cornered by his overwhelming presence and the unsettling intensity of his obsession. "I don't belong to anyone," she protested weakly, her voice quivering with fear.
Ethan's eyes bore into hers with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine. "You will," he stated firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "One way or another."
Ava's breath hitched as she realized the depth of Ethan's obsession, a realization that sent a wave of dread crashing over her. In that moment, she knew she had to find a way to break free from his suffocating grasp before his obsession consumed her completely.
Luna_Lovely_0611 · Fantasia
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