Obsessed by Alicyn Night (fiction book recommendations .txt) 📖

matter what,” he mumbled as Caden tried to pull himself up again.
“Give it up Caden; you know you can’t so stop it.” Damien sighed. Caden shook his head.
“No.” he reached another step, his arms gaining a small bit of strength he struggled against his weight. Damien shook his head and sighed. Throwing him over his shoulder he walked back down the few steps
Caden had climbed.
“You’re too weak Caden.” As Caden shouted and cried out, Damien shackled him once again, walking toward the stairs, he looked back to
Caden.
“Please don’t yell too much. I’m sleeping and have big plans tomorrow.” He lied. Of course he wasn’t sleeping he was preparing the house for Evelyn. Her room was almost finished and all he needed to do was stock the house.
Caden just glared at him.

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Evelyn stared at the street as she walked home from school. It had rained again, the scent permitting the air in a very delicious way. Her ears were trained on her ear buds that were playing a delightful sonata.
The only thing that would make her day even better if Caden was here.Every few minutes she would look to her side, hopeful to see her fiery friend. But every time she did, an ache reached her heart in the most painful way.
She had betrayed him. She had let Damien touch her, kiss her, and embrace her. She had let Caden down in a horrible way. But in a way she
could relive the moments and not regret it. The way that Damien touched her was gentle. Only at times did he seem desperate. His kisses
were loving and wanting. Soft and at the same time it was even heated with passion that she had never felt before. Just thinking about it made her face heat up and made her fidget. Sighing she just looked up to the sky, hoping that it would cleanse her thoughts, or at least keep them away for awhile.
When she got home, she heard her father snoring on the sofa and wrapped a blanket around him. For a moment the rain caught her gaze. It was spiraling and dancing down the window, but for a second she thought out loud.
“I wonder if Damien is watching the rain?” she wondered, when she realized what she said she clenched her teeth and pressed her lips
together hard. She set her bag down at the door and ran up the stairs, shutting her door softly. She looked around her room, nothing was out of place, and nothing was missing. She sighed and flopped onto her bed, not bothering to take of her muddy rain boots. Her eyes focused on the rain once more, becoming intraced. Her eyes began to droop after a moment as she saw someone enter threw her window, her vision blurring. But she already knowing she closed her eyes, waiting for the nightmares to come again.

Chapter 9
Chained

Damien watched Evelyn sleep, her ratty rain boots, and bright cherry red coat were now gone. Instead she wore a white lacy silk night
gown. Her tresses of raven askew. Her lashes casted silhouettes against her peach painted cheeks. He ran his fingers threw her hair, shivering as he realized how soft it was. Her lips were slightly open, like an awaiting
princess ready for her morning kiss. He was tempted but he did not, not wanting to wake her, so he took her temple instead. That’s when he heard Caden, he had been yelling for the past few days, but today, Damien could not afford him waking her up. He left her side reluctantly and ran down the stairs to shut him up.
Caden began screaming and yelling, he was sick of this basement and he was sick of Damien holding him there.
“Let me the fuck out of here!” he screamed, rattling the chains. He heard Damien’s footsteps come down the stairs.When Damien opened the door, he screamed even louder.
“Let me the fuck out of here!!!” he screeched. Damien hurried to close the door and slapped him.
“Shut the hell up, you’ll wake up Evelyn!” he hissed gently, Caden’s voice dimmed and a thump rose in his throat.
Stunned for one moment, Caden didn’t want to hear these words, but at the same time he wanted to be with Evelyn.
“You mean Evelyn…is…is here?” He stuttered in disbelief. Damien nodded and smiled.
“Gezz dude where have you been? Of course!” Damien laughed and punched Caden’s shoulder lightly, causing him to flinch.
“We’re going to have so much fun! Hey, should I take her stargazing or maybe should we sit in the dark and watch a movie? I can’t wait to take her out, she’ll have so much fun!” as Damien explained how much fun they would supposedly have, Caden couldn’t help but want to vomit.
Evelyn and he were supposed to be doing those things, watching the stars, kissing. He wanted to hit Damien, kill him. Do something horrible
to him so he would know this feeling. This feeling that was so unbearable that it felt like his heart would stop, like it would blow up in his chest.
After Damien stopped talking he smiled at Caden.
“well I want to be there when Evelyn wakes up so bye Caden talk to you later.” With that Damien left, leaving Caden to wallow in his despair.
As Damien climbed up the stairs, he couldn’t help but smile. Because first, Evelyn was here with him. Second, he knew that in the end she will not love Caden anymore. And third, he could hear Evelyn’s screams upstairs. She was awake, and he was coming for her.

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The world seemed hazy for a few moments as Evelyn opened her eyes. Her lashes fluttering a few times before awaking fully. Candle light
filled the room casting shadows against the dark colored tapestries. She couldn’t help but admire the splendor. The bed was of dark mahogany,the four poster bed then was covered in dark red fabric, covering her from the other side. The walls were painted a light grey, red strips going down all the way. She felt like she was in a movie of sorts. The room’s size baffled her. It was massive! She saw a side window, the glass painted black. The sitting area looked comfortable enough, a small two steps lead there. On the other side a fireplace sat, an old-looking rocking chair sat there, and then to her left there was a writing desk. Double doors which she assumed lead to the bathroom. And lastly the room was filled with shelves and shelves of books! Half the room was completely covered head to toe in books. Yes it was beautiful, but it only reminded her of a stunning prison. Her eyes wondered slightly until they settled on a
Cello’s case. It stood near the fireplace, its black shinning case, glimmered as the firelight reflected off of it. Eyes pricked at her eyes as she felt that she knew where she was.

“Damien! I don’t wanna go to the creepy house; momma says it’s not safe!” a
small six year old Evelyn was being dragged by a seven year old Damien. Damien looked back to her and grimaced.
“Do you do everything that your mommy tells you?” Evelyn blushed and looked down, embarrassed.
“Just come on! It can be our play house! It’ll be so much fun!” he smiled at her. She sighed and was continued to be pulled. Finally they pushed threw the brush of the small wooded area. She gasped as she saw the house. It was the old Manor. She had read about it at the local library. It was built in the seventh century, by a man who, later on, killed his wife and children in it. But before he could have been charged, he had disappeared. There where other manors around the neighborhood, but this was the only one where people where murdered. Damien dragged her further up the hill, until they reached the door. The doors looked huge to them, the knockers where worn down gold lions. Damien reached out and
touched the door.
“Pretty isn’t it?” he smiled, looking back to Evelyn. She looked away, embarrassment cover her cheeks.
Damien opened the door, pulling Evelyn inside. They saw the tables covered with dusted cloth, the stairs still holding their grand colors. Evelyn looked in stunned silence as Damien looked only at her.
“Do you like it?” Damien asked shyly, grasping her hand a little tighter. She nodded her head and smiled at him.
“It’s so pretty!” she giggled, he smiled back. He led her up the stairs as they toured the rooms, talking and smiling. That’s when they entered the bedroom. It was still warm from summer, and the room was lighten with sunlight. It was beautiful. They sat down and basked in the sunlight, until dusk began to sit in.
“Evelyn?” Damien asked in a sleepy voice. They had curled next to each other, holding hands.
“Yeah?” her small voice came.
“Do you think, that if we get older, that we can live here?” a light blush hit Damien’s cheeks, as he asked this. Evelyn looked thoughtful for a moment until she smiled at him.
“Of course. Then Mommy can come over sometimes to, and then I can keep you safe.” Damien’s heart swelled at these words.
“So…Sir wouldn’t be able to come?” he asked warily.
She nodded seriously.
“I will protect you.” Her eyes filled with bravery and steel. Damien embraced Evelyn, happy for her words. And of course he believed her, they were just
children.

Evelyn got up from the bed, running to the door, she remembered her words, but she wasn’t protecting him like this, she was being caged
instead.
“Damien! Damien let me out of here!” she screamed, banging on the door, her fists immediately swelling and going numb.
“Damien let me out!” she heard footsteps come up the stairs, fear in engulfed her heart as she backed away from the door. Stumbling, she
made it halfway to the other side of the room, before she heard a ‘click’ and the door opened.
He stood in the shadows a while longer, before entering. His clothing black once again, his hair covering half of his face. His dark eyes
searching for her, until they rested upon her glowing silhouette.
“Evelyn.” He called her name softly. He took a step toward her, her eyes widened, stumbling back against the wall. Her breath quickened, her heart beating faster with every step he took.
“I missed you…Evelyn.” Soon, too soon he crossed the room, a loving smile on his face as he took her face in his hands. He leans his forehead against hers, inhaling.
She froze in shock, tears collected in her eyes, until they ran down her face. Her entire frame was shaking in fear.
“Damien…stop…” she whispered, her blood pounded threw her ears. Adrenaline rushing threw her veins, her mind was screaming:
‘Get out! Get out of there now!’

But she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, even thought she felt her chest fall up and down rapidly, she couldn’t find her breathe.
“Mmm…you smell good today my love, do you rest well?” he questioned gently. His fingers trailed down her arms then up again, brushing them, so soft that she shivered every time she could feel them caress her skin.
“No, Damien stop it…” she pushed against him, not daring to look him in the eye. He grabbed her wrists, pulling them closer to him, instead she kept pushing away.
“Evelyn behave.” He said sternly, she shook her head. Concentrating on their arms locked in combat. As she tried to push away he only pulled her back.
“Damien let go!” she shouted, angry and frustrated.
His eyes turned to