Bound by Obsession

chapter8: Bound by Darkness

As she sat up in bed, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Tristan entered the room, a tray of breakfast in his hands.

"Good morning, Isabella," he greeted, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Isabella eyed him warily, unsure of what to expect. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Tristan placed the tray on the bedside table, his eyes never leaving hers. "I brought you breakfast," he said, his voice calm and composed.

Isabella glanced at the tray, her stomach churning with unease. "I'm not hungry," she replied curtly, her gaze fixed on the floor.

Tristan sighed, his expression softening slightly. "Isabella, you need to eat," he insisted, his tone pleading.

Isabella clenched her fists, her resolve hardening. "I said I'm not hungry," she snapped, her voice tinged with frustration.

Tristan's eyes darkened, a flicker of anger in his eyes. Isabella eat before i force you. You know very well what i can do. He smirked

She knew what he was referring too. She knew sophia and liam where in danger and she would never risk their lives not atleast over breakfast.  She missed them terribly.

As he started to feed her she didnt resist cuz she knew that resistance infront of him would go in vain. Soon she finished her breakfast.

Isabella watched as he turned to leave, a pang of guilt tugging at her heart, she never rly intended to disrespecthis parentsatleast not when she knew nothing about them. She hated him. But who knows, probably his parents where actually nice?

She remembered someone saying.
"Usually, kids with good parents end up to be monsters. But it only happens in some cases"
And she thought it was the case of Tristan too.

"Wait," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tristan stopped in his tracks, his back still turned to her. "What is it?" he asked, his tone guarded.

Isabella hesitated, her mind racing with uncertainty. "I... I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Tristan turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of sincerity. "For what?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.

Isabella swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotion. "For last night," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean what I said. I meant about your parents. I didn't actually mean to insult them."

Tristan's expression softened, a flicker of warmth lighting up his eyes. "Apology accepted," he replied, his voice tinged with relief.

Isabella felt a weight lift off her shoulders, a glimmer of hope igniting within her heart. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for convincing him.

As Tristan left the room, Isabella couldn't help but feel a sense of cautious optimism wash over her. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of this darkness after all.

Isabella watched Tristan's retreating figure, her heart pounding in her chest. "Tristan, wait," she called out, her voice tinged with desperation.

Tristan paused, turning back to face her with a questioning look. "What is it now?" he asked, his tone laced with impatience.

"I need to know," Isabella began, her voice wavering slightly. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Tristan's expression hardened, a steely resolve settling over his features. "Because you belong to me," he replied, his voice cold and unwavering.

Isabella's eyes widened in disbelief, a surge of anger coursing through her veins. "I don't belong to anyone," she shot back, her voice tinged with defiance.

Tristan took a step closer, his gaze piercing into hers with intensity. "You may not realize it yet, but you will," he declared, his voice dripping with certainty.

Isabella clenched her fists, her jaw set in determination. "I'll never belong to you," she vowed, her voice tinged with defiance.

Tristan's eyes darkened, a flicker of anger flashing across his face. "You have no choice," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "You will submit to me, one way or another."

Isabella met his gaze. "I'll never submit to a monster like you," she declared, her voice ringing with defiance.

Tristan's lips curled into a menacing smile, more like a smirk. a cruel glint flickering in his eyes. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down Isabella's spine.

Isabella's heart raced as she struggled to find the right words. "Tristan, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear. "There must be another way."

Tristan's expression softened ever so slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. "There is no other way," he replied, his voice tinged with frustration.

Isabella's eyes welled with tears as she took a step closer to him. "But can't you see?" she said, her voice choked with emotion. "This isn't love, Tristan. It's control."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his resolve hardening once more. "I'm doing this for us," he insisted, his voice tinged with desperation. "Can't you see that?"

Isabella shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "There is no us Tristan, I can't do this anymore!," she confessed, her voice breaking with sorrow. "I need to be free."

Tristan's eyes flashed with anger, his patience wearing thin. "You will never be free from me," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I won't allow it."

Isabella's heart sank as she realized the depth of Tristan's control over her. "I won't give up," she vowed, her voice filled with determination. "No matter what it takes."

Tristan's gaze softened momentarily, a pang of regret coursing through him. "I'm sorry, Isabella," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "But this is the only way. Please understand that i actually love you and would never let go off you."

As Tristan turned to leave, Isabella felt a surge of determination rising within her. She knew that she would never stop fighting for her freedom, no matter the cost. With a strong resolve, she prepared herself for the battle ahead, determined to reclaim her life from the clutches of darkness.

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