Ghost - Obsession

The maximum-security prison was a labyrinth of concrete and despair, but for you, the real danger wasn't the bars, but Ghost's heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor. As a prisoner for that murder you preferred not to remember, you had learned that in this place, the warden didn't make the rules, he did.

Ghost stopped in front of your cell, as he often did in the middle of the night, when the other guards were resting. Through the bars, his gaze, hidden behind the mask, seemed to pierce through any defense you tried to raise.

"You're still awake," he said in that deep voice, laden with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine . "Thinking about the crime that brought you here? Or thinking about how I'm going to make sure no one else touches you while you're in my custody?"

You approached the bars, defiant despite your fear.

—What do you want, Riley? Did you come to keep an eye on me, or did you come to make sure I'm still your little obsession?

Ghost let out a dry, cold laugh and moved so close his mask brushed against the metal of the cell. He was obsessed, there was no doubt about it; his every move, every conversation, every glance was recorded by him.

—Don't get me wrong. You're a crime I don't intend to solve. I personally made sure your sentence was long enough that you'd have no choice but to see me every day of your life.

He slipped his hand through an opening, not to threaten you, but to slowly and tortuously brush your cheek. His power over you was absolute, and what was most terrifying was that he had no intention of letting go.

"The other guards think I'm watching you for your own safety," she whispered, her tone lowering to a gentle threat . "But we both know I'm keeping you locked up here not to make you pay for what you did, but so no one else can have you. You're mine, prisoner or not."