Page 12 of Framed Obsession

The page had gone into little in-depth detail, aside from noting a two-year sentence at the county prison, which was just over two years ago.

Is he dangerous?

The Battery and Assault charges should be confirmation enough, but I wasn't present when it happened. It’s never fair to assume something about someone without knowing the full extent of what occurred. It’s part of my job to be an unbiased source.

False charges or even plea bargains to decrease sentences happen all the time. I searched for more but came up empty-handed. No articles, no other records, a whole lot of nothing. Next on my to-do list is to find out where he went for psychiatric care. He mentioned it passingly, as if it were a part of his resume.

I scoff, closing his file. He is my last session of the day; I shouldn't let him occupy my mind when I have others that need care before him today. Who knows if he will show up, anyway?

Chapter 11

The Stalker

Iget to see my girl today, and the thought is making the blood flow straight to my dick. I’ve been lurking outside her window every night since I had the pleasure of touching her. The expression on her face replays in my mind like a broken record. The way her lips parted and her eyes fluttered as she orgasmed on my hand was pure fucking bliss. I jerked off to the thought of it in the alley behind her complex before I could even make it home. I swear my balls would have gone purple if I hadn’t had the release. Next time my cock will be involved in our little interaction, and she'll be the one to get me off.

Curiosity piques my mind with wonder at what emotions ran through her after calling her my Little Flower to her face, letting her know her stalker is eager to make things physical. She wore an expression of fear that had drained all color from her face, and I fucking loved it.

No matter which version of me she gets—the masked stalker or Axel Gray—the torment never ends. I want to sink into the depths of her mind where she can't escape me. Where she will do anything for a moment of peace, but it will only be me who can offer her reconciliation. It will be me everywhere she thinks, and everywhere she looks, like an endless house of mirrors.

Misery loves company, and baby, I'm not afraid to drag you into the abyss with me.

I’m already taking up space in that head of hers. I watched her as she looked up my name, searching for any information on who I might be. The smile I had plastered on my face the whole time left my cheeks burning. I watched her dig deeper and come up with nothing.

I’ve had a way of being able to erase who Axel Gray really is. She won’t learn a thing about me unless I want her to. My little puppet doesn’t know that every move she makes is already a part of the show.

I know that in our session today she will bring up my criminal past, which is something I’m not afraid to share or discuss. I’m the one who brought it up in the first place, so she would hyper-focus on it. I want her to fear me. I want her to be so unsure that it makes her completely infatuated with me. I’m going to make her obsess over me the way she has me obsessing over her.

It’s only fair that I return the sentiment.

I brush off my clothes and open the double doors to the office, making eye contact with the same pair of vacant eyes from last week. My clothes are as unwelcoming as usual, black like my soul. It makes picking outfits easier. Black jeans, black shirt, black boots. What else do I need? I’m a no bullshit type of man.As I walk in her direction, she speaks first. “I will go ahead and check you in, Axel. You can have a seat,” the receptionist says before I take another step. I turn, walking toward the same chair I sat in ‌last time I was here. She remembered my name, how sweet. I’m here early, fifteen minutes on the dot. I wanted to scope out the place a little more before seeing my Little Flower. I brought a backpack with me this time, filled with cameras that I intend to place in a few rooms. I want to know what she's doing at all times.

“Where is your restroom?” My deep voice fills the silence of the waiting room, and the girl at the desk takes a moment to realize I'm speaking to her.

“It's down the hall, the last door on your left,” she replies, pointing at the doorway.

I grab my backpack and head down the hall, sticking my head into each room first. The first door on the right is the break room. The first door on the left is an office, which I’m assuming belongs to her boss. I take all the mental notes as I walk down the bland hall.

The second door to the right is a room for clients, and so is the one across on the left. I only brought three cameras. I will skip the client rooms, except for my girl’s, of course.

I continue down the hall and notice her door is closed—I know she has sessions before me, so I can wait, I guess. I look to my left and see the restroom that I have no intention of using.

I only asked, so I’d have an excuse to be back here alone—I need to figure out how I’m going to place these cameras so they aren't visible. They are wireless little orbs that are so fucking easy to hide. They also have microphones built into them so I can hear everything.

I walk back toward the break room, making sure no one sees me wandering. It’s empty today. The therapists rotate days, and no more than three people are in the office at a time. At least that's what I've gathered from my visits here. Very convenient for me.

I turn to the left and head into the break room. A kitchenette, a table with a few chairs, and a vending machine fill the space. I glance around, looking for the perfect spot.

A small poster hangs on one of the walls depicting a cat dangling from a tree branch with the words, “Hang in There.” I didn't think people actually had these at work. A quiet chuckle escapes me.

I take one of the small orbs and peel off the backing to reveal the adhesive surface beneath. I look around the room once more, ensuring the emptiness, and quickly press the camera onto the corner of the poster frame.

Blends right in.

I work my way back out to the waiting room, already having decided to place one of the cameras there. The chair I was sitting in is angled perfectly to give sight of the entire room. I take the small orb and attach it to the base of the armrest. You wouldn’t be able to see it unless you went looking for it.

Just one more camera. All I have to do is wait for my Little Flower to come get me. In the meantime, I’m going to test the ones I placed to make sure there aren’t any issues. We wouldn't want my efforts to go to waste.

I grab my phone and open the software I've been using for the cameras in her apartment. I see two new boxes appear with still images. I click on the first box, camera one, and the video feed switches to the waiting room. My jeans show in the periphery of the video, but not enough that they are blocking the view.