The Secret Obsession of the CEO
Chapter 85: Mine! Mine Alone!

Chapter 85: Mine! Mine Alone!

"You’ve been a naughty little rascal, haven’t you?" The tall figure bowed and entered the small mouth of a cave.

The creature leaped like a frog and circled the tall man like a dog. "Master! Master! Gollum missed you. Why didn’t you visit Gollum? Gollum was very hungry, and he thought that he was abandoned because you never gave us food..." he spoke like an excited little boy.

"I see... You were so hungry, you broke the chains, huh?" the man’s blue eyes twinkled menacingly as he grabbed the metal collar of the creature.

"We smell food..." Gollum grinned widely. "Master...master..." he licked his frothing black lips. "Give us...Give food to your pet..." Saliva dripped from his mouth as he smelled the leather bag in the man’s hand.

The man whipped his hand and the creature flew backward and hit its head on the cave wall. "Master..." he whimpered. "What did I do wrong?"

"You don’t know what you did wrong?" the man’s low deep voice rumbled and echoed inside the cave. He pulled out a cattle prod from the bag and saw that the creature stumbled back.

"No, master...please, don’t punish us..." he pressed his forehead on the rocky ground and covered the back of his head with his hands. "We were hungry and we left..."

But the pleadings of the creature were not enough to placate the man. He pressed the button and high voltage passed between the small rods at the end of the stick.

"Master..."

"Master! Forgive us!"

"Master!"

As the creature shouts music to his ears, the man smiled. He mercilessly stuck the creature with the cattle prod without stopping.

The creature wailed and moaned as the high voltage passed through his body.

After a while, the man grunted as his chest heaved up and down. He placed the cattle prod back in his bag.

The creature lay shaking on the floor with burn marks on his back. He whimpered more as he heard the sound of the boots getting closer to him.

"We’re sorry... please don’t hurt us more..." he whimpered hearing the sound of the boots getting near him.

The man knelt beside the creature lying down. His limbs were twitching and the cave was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

"Did it hurt very much, pet?" the man asked gently caressing the almost bald head of the creature.

A whimper left the creature’s mouth and he curled himself into a ball fearing the hand that gave him extreme pain just moments ago.

"But...we were wrong to leave-our home... Master does not like it if we leave..."

"Good pet!" the man patted the back. The creature moaned as his hand ended up on one of the burns.

"Look what the gracious master has brought for this unruly pet," the man opened his bag and took out the ziplock bag. "I even thawed it for you this time. And it is a fresh catch. Just a day old."

He laid the ziplock bag near the creature’s head. "Come on, eat!" The man’s lips pressed to a strong line as he was not impressed that the creature was not getting up.

"Yes, master," the creature struggled to get up. He didn’t even have the strength to support with his withered hands. He slipped and hit his head on the rocky floor.

But his lips curved to a menacing grin seeing the bag. "Gollum is happy... Master cares for me very much!" his laugh was mixed with a wheeze.

The creature didn’t bother to get up anymore and still lying on the floor, he opened the ziplock bag. It took him some tries but he succeeded in the end.

"Hehehe... the smell...It’s dripping with blood..." the creature slurped the blood gathered in the bag. After drinking the last drop of blood, it started chewing on the pink flesh that still dripped with blood.

"How do you like it?" The man asked, no disgust seeing the creature’s bad table manners.

"Still not a redhead, master...?" the creature asked. A piece of meat was stuck between his teeth and he whimpered seeing the man’s unimpressed face.

"No," the man said and his face softened a bit. "Maybe next time I will get a redhead."

"I saw one..." the creature chewed loudly as it enjoyed the pound of flesh in his hand. It dug in not minding the man. The ring he held in his hand slipped and rolled away.

"She smelled so good and had a- gah..gurr..."

The creature’s gasp turned to slow gurgling noises. Gushing blood from his throat trickled down the floor and streamed toward the boots.

Wiping the small blade in a piece of cloth he had, the man gripped it tightly in his hand.

He kneeled in front of the creature as it looked at him blankly. " You could have lived the rest of your miserable life eating what I throw at you... but...You dared to touch my little rose...You even say that she smelled good?" he slashed the creature’s face.

There was no movement from the creature. It was already dead. But that didn’t stop the man from cutting the creature’s face.

"Argh!" the man grunted as he couldn’t control his rage. He gripped the head of the creature and severed the throat with the small knife.

"How could you smell her?" he growled. He let out a sigh seeing the decapacitated head.

"And these hands... did you touch her too?" the man then started to work on the creature’s limbs.

"Don’t you know? She’s mine! Mine alone!"

The muscles in his biceps twisted as he exerted to chop the creature to pieces with just a small knife. He couldn’t get past the bones and he grunted in displeasure.

He got up and kicked the head into the small hole at the corner of the cave. The head disappeared inside the hole and a small thud was heard in a couple of seconds. The man then dragged the body of the creature and stuffed it inside the hole.

The body fell through the hole, and it fell over a hill of bones— some dried and some with rotten flesh sticking on them.

The man picked up the ring on the ground. Holding it close to his heart, he closed his eyes and went still as if he was in a trance, for some time. When he opened his eyes, he was calm.

"She is mine. She will be mine," he said like a chant and kissed the ring. He opened his leather bag and safely stored the ring.

When he looked up, he saw the hole and he gritted his teeth.

"How could you touch her with your filthy hands?" he grunted.

He threw the small amount of accelerant he had inside the hole and lit up a matchstick.

"Burn," his deep voice echoed in the cave and he let go of the matchstick.

He saw the creature burning and he sighed in relief. He checked the time and he grunted in annoyance. He saw smoke rising from the hole and that place filled with the nasty smell of burning flesh.

He walked out.