Extreme Possessiveness

[Updates paused while I reorganize the outline.] My apologies. The villa we just moved into is haunted. He's watching me. He's started touching me. I cried until my eyes were red and begged my brother for help. My brother didn't believe me. His cold, annoyed eyes pierced me and hurt so much. Even worse, my brother dragged me by the ankle and locked me in the room with the ghost. My brother was the one who dragged me into the abyss. The ghost broke through the shackles of its seal, step by step. It grew without restraint into something horrifying, and now it was slowly closing in on me, trembling in the corner. It could touch my body completely now, and even began tearing at my clothes. When the door was opened from the outside, the light that spilled in was dim and hazy. I wanted to pull a blanket over my body, stained with marks, but I didn't have an ounce of strength left. Through the blur, I saw my brother's rigid silhouette in the doorway. I thought I could hear tears falling onto the floor. My brother fell to his knees beside me and held me tight, overcome with grief. His eyes were bloodshot. Like a rabid beast, he smashed up the villa. My brother finally believed me. But it was too late. Reader advisory: 1. The writing gets pretty wild. 2. Contains non-con, so proceed with caution if that's not your thing. 3. Sick, deranged, cold-blooded ghost top × innocent, sunny bottom. [Left here on 2022.5.7] Theme: Overcoming fear