"Obsessive Intentions"

Ethan's grip on my hand tightened as he listened to his ex-wife on the phone, his face growing darker by the second. I could feel the tension radiating from him, and I knew that this conversation was not going to end well. As he finally hung up the phone, he turned to me with a determined look in his eyes. "Emily, I need to talk to you about something," he said, his voice low and serious. I felt a sense of trepidation as I looked at him, unsure of what to expect. "What is it, Ethan?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Ethan took a deep breath before speaking. "I know this might sound crazy, but I'm not going to let my ex-wife come between us. I've been through a divorce before, and I'm not going to let it happen again." I felt a surge of alarm as I realized where this conversation was headed. "Ethan, I don't think that's necessary. We're just getting to know each other, and-" But Ethan cut me off, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want you, Emily. I want you in my life, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen." As he spoke, I felt a chill run down my spine. What did he mean by "whatever it takes"? I tried to push the thought aside, telling myself that I was just being paranoid. But as we walked home in silence, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Ethan was hiding something from me. It wasn't until we were back in his apartment, getting ready for bed, that I noticed something strange. Ethan had pulled out a package of condoms from the drawer, and he was staring at them with a look of disgust. "What's wrong?" I asked, feeling a sense of unease. Ethan turned to me, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "I'm not going to use these," he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a surge of alarm as I realized what he was implying. "Ethan, no. That's not-" But Ethan was already moving, his hands moving with a precision that made my blood run cold. He was taking the condoms and poking holes in them, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a wave of horror wash over me as I realized what he was doing. He was trying to get me pregnant, to trap me into a relationship with him. I tried to step back, but Ethan was too quick, his arms wrapping around me like a vice. "You're not going anywhere, Emily," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "You're going to be mine, and I'm going to make sure that you never leave me."