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  Tiger’s

  Obsession

  Book 1

  In the Tiger’s Obsession Series

  By

  Pet Torres

  Copyright © 2013 by Pet Torres books

  Copyright © 2013 by Pet Torres

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental

  All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

  Revision: July 31, 2013

  Title: Tiger’s Obsession

  Author: Pet Torres

  Original title: Obsessão do Tigre

  Translation: (2013) Pet Torres books

  Electronics edition: (2013) Pet Torres books

  Dedicated

  To my parents

  To my sisters

  To my nephews

  Acknowledgments

  To my dear readers

  The Florence and the machine band

  I got enthusiastic about its music.

  “I do not consider myself a writer; I'm just a person trying to express my sensibility and fantasy onto the paper through my writing.”

  PET TORRES

  Although the Tiger's obsession tries to defeat the true ardent affection between two people.

  Tiger's Obsession, Pet Torres

  Synopsis

  Emily is a young woman who becomes current coin in a debt of her own uncle.

  In one night, the girl is abandoned on one roadside.

  Larsson TIGER, a young man who is obsessed with tigers, finds her sitting on the shoulder and takes her to his luxurious mansion.

  Emily is grateful to this man and gradually she begins to submerge into his world of Tiger's obsession.

  Chapter 1

  July 9, 2013

  From my bedroom, I can clearly hear the punches on the front door. Someone seems desperately wanting to enter into the house.

  However, I remain lying in my humble bed.

  My room's lights are out and I see a reflection of light coming from under the door of my room, and I hear soft noises of footsteps going toward the front door.

  Soon after, I hear the voice of my uncle.

  "Cesar! What are you doing here at a time such as this?"

  My uncle is a man in nearly sixty years of age. He has gray hair, ruddy skin and his eyes are nut-brown. He is wearing a worn pajama and rubber slippers.

  "I came to receive what you owe me for three months ago." A man with a strange voice says him. "Your time is over."

  "But Cesar, I do not have that money right now."

  "Make it on your own! You bastard old man!"

  I lift my head from the pillow, when I realize that the conversation is getting tense.

  My uncle raises his hands on his mouth and supplicates him in hopes.

  "Please, Cesar! Give me a longer time-limit!"

  "Enough Donato! I will not give you more time-limit! I also pay bills and I need that money!"

  "Where I'll get five thousand dollars?"

  Donato asks, staring at the living room ceiling and his despair almost perforates the white lining of the roof.

  "Meet a way! After all you are old, but not dead!"

  Cesar looks at my uncle and pulls out a silver pistol from his waist. My uncle is terrified to see that gun being pointed at him.

  "Cesar, do not do it! I'll pay you! I swear!"

  "Shut up you bastard old man!"

  "Cesar do not kill me!"

  The words 'kill me' drive me out of my bed, I throw my blanket to the side and sit on the bed, get up frightened and run towards my room's door, however the door is still closed and I fight with my despair to open it before it's too late.

  When I find myself out of my own bedroom, I run through the hall and stop in the middle of the living room, where are my uncle and a moneylender.

  At that moment, my uncle turns back and looks at me, though, the strange man looks soon after at my direction.

  "What is going on here?"

  I ask them, trying to become myself more calm and repress the weakness of my legs.

  So I stare at my uncle's frightened and pale face and then I stare at the dark brown hair man, brown eyes and pale skin. He seems a man in his thirty-seven years.

  However, his appearance does not sustain for too long time my startled look over him, because my look stops just at the sight of his silver pistol.

  The moneylender runs their eagle eyes through my body, starting from the bottom up, and then he realizes that I'm barefoot, with my loose and tousled hair.

  But his main aim is my silhouette under my cotton nightgown with prints of small flowers.

  "Who is this?" Cesar asks to my uncle; however his eyes are still watching me with interest.

  "This is my niece."

  "Your niece!" He stares at me, while his reasoning seems to be faster than his gaze on me.

  I look at my uncle and I come back to look again at the guy, standing in front of us, holding a highly dangerous firearm.

  "I will take your niece with me as payment method."

  He says and approaches me; however, I realize that my uncle agrees with his proposal, due his motionless posture.

  "Uncle! What is going on here?"

  I ask him as I look surprised and scared when I realize that I will be his debt's quittance.

  The man holds firmly my arm and drags me with him; I move my body in the opposite direction to him, trying not to go with that strange man.

  "Uncle, do something!" I cry while I'm being taken as a wagon toward the front door.

  All I hear from my uncle is.

  "I REGRET EMILY."

  Cesar stops at the front door, turns back and says to my uncle.

  "Your debt is repaid."

  I look down at the floor and close strongly my eyes, my tears begin to fall down. I do not believe that my own uncle have traded me, as a commodity with no value, in his debt with a stranger. After all the things I have done for him, after the death of his wife, that is, my aunt.

  So, Cesar pulls me with brutality and walks me by the arm to his silver car, he lowers his pistol and opens the back door of his car and throws me on the back seat.

  "Stay quiet! Or I will be forced to shut you up with my sweet pistol shooting."

  I look down at his right hand, holding the gun and I decide by silence in favor of my own life.

  That's all I can do at that moment.

  Chapter 2

  “You'll be quiet here. I'm going to resolve a personal matter and won’t be long.”

  Cesar says to me, while he opens his bathroom’s door and closes it after that, leaving me imprisoned in his bathroom.

  I come back to be desperate again, When I find myself captured in an unknown bathroom for me.

  I gaze down at a water-closet, a shower and a white washbasin. This is the bathroom of his leisure area, that's just it.

  Then, I kneel down on the bathroom floor and try to gaze under the bathroom door; however, I just get to see green carpet grass and soon then, I listen to a noise that comes up of an engine going far-off.

  Likely, Cesar is going distant.

  Chapter 3

  Cesar throws me onto the back seat of his car again; he turns on his silver car engine and drives to a deserted road. There is no car coming behind us. He nervously drives a certain distance.

  I look back and
see only darkness.

  The car park at the side of the road, Cesar quickly opens the door of his car, gets out and walks beside the vehicle. Then he opens the back door and pulls me out of his automobile.

  "On second thought, you have no utility for me!" He says looking at my face and throws me away at the side of the road. I fall sitting on the floor and mumble when I feel like my knees are wounded.

  Great fear invades my chest when I look around and see nothing but darkness. Cesar's car moves forward and at this moment I'm sure I'm helpless and abandoned on a road completely deserted.

  My hands are resting on the dark gray floor of the shoulder. Tears come down easily from my eyes as I ask myself in silence.

  "What did I do to deserve all this?"

  I've always been such a good person throughout my life. I've always been obedient, helpful and polite. I never had the courage to do bad to a cockroach and now someone is making a terrible harm to me, a moneylender who came into the world to collect debts from innocents.

  My thoughts are interrupted when I see lights of the headlights of a dark car approaching me.

  This same vehicle stops further on. It is a new opal.

  Someone opens the car backdoor and gets out cautiously.

  I keep my head down and my long dark hair is hiding all my face.

  The footsteps of someone in their black shoes are speechless when he stops in front of me.

  On my shoulders I feel two hands down, and at this moment I am lifted up. My eyes go through the black shoes, dark jeans, a black male overcoat and a defined and ruddy chest, but partially uncovered.

  Legitimate Gold of his necklace shines intensely before my eyes, there is a gold pendant in the shape of a tiger face hanging on it.

  When I finally lift up my eyes, I see the color of his eyes, they are water pool green.

  His hair is black, straight, at the height of his shoulders. His skin is rosy.

  He looks intently into my honey color eyes and his lips expresses surprise at me as there is a small opening between them.

  I realize that his eyes quickly go through the shape of my face, my eyes, my lips and a dark spot I have below my nose on the right side.

  "Are you alone?" He finally asks me with his hoarse voice, there is a vestige of concern in it.

  I shake my head positively and look down at the ground.

  "I will take you home."

  Carefully, he walks behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders. I am guided by my shoulders towards his dark car. He opens the car backdoor and induces me go into it only with courteous movements of his hands.

  The car door is closed at my right and immediately the car door at my left is open and he enters into his car too.

  "Let's go to my house."

  He orders to his particular driver. However I keep my head down, but the great fear in me is insistent, principally when I hear that we're going to his house. Then I think that is a route totally unknown to me. I do not know what awaits me there.

  After all, I do not know this man in his thirty-three years of age, I suppose.

  "Is he married? Has a wife and children? Is he single and lives with his parents or he lives alone?"

  Why would he want to take me to his home?

  He did not even ask me if I have a home or family.

  I look aside at my left shoulder when I feel his hand touching it again. “Take it easy! I will not do you any harm."

  I slowly lift my head up and try to look at his face, but he's already looking ahead as he keeps his vision at his driver.

  But I feel my left shoulder becoming lighter when he removes his hand from me. With that, I look at the dark glass of the car window, locked at my left; nevertheless I am able to see dark shadows across it.

  The car seems to be over a hundred miles per hour.

  "What was a girl like you doing sitting on the edge of the road at this time of night?" He looks at his wristwatch, it's after midnight.

  I look at my left again and I face his face cordially friendly, and I see that there is a concern on his tense face. But the green color in his eyes shocks with the honey tonality in my eyes and we both automatically glance in other direction, i.e. at dark glass beside us.

  Silence answers his question and shuts him up again.

  The driver drives the car, and his head lifts up every five minutes, trying to look at my semblance through the rear-view mirror.

  The man at my side, in black overcoat, supports his left elbow against the closed glass of his window and his hand touch his lips, however his neck remains solid, as he gazes forward firmly.

  "What's your name?" He asks me, and glances quickly at his right, trying to glance at my face.

  "Emily."

  My voice goes out very low and he wrinkles his forehead trying to hear me better.

  “Hello, Emily." Our eyes meet each other again. "I'm Larsson TIGER."

  Tiger surname sounds so intense and influential.

  "Thanks, Mr. TIGER." I thank him.

  He smiles slightly. "Please, just call me Larsson."

  I shrug my shoulders and redden before his appeal. I'm afraid that I may have offended him by calling him 'sir'.

  ***

  Finally the dark opal parks in front of a mansion. The driver in a dark uniform gets out of the car and opens the car backdoor for his boss and then he runs and opens the backdoor for me. We get off the car and stare at the big mansion.

  It is a huge two-story house; its walls are painted with white and covered with climbing plants on its walls. In front of the house there is a small white stairs in round shape. Huge sculptures of tigers and white flowerpots that adorn the sides of the stairs and the house.

  There is a huge garden, with several coconut palm trees.

  My gaze is held by a lake with dark green waters.

  I never saw a mansion before, but this mansion is extremely beautiful.

  "Come on!" He says, raising his arm for me to walk in front.

  The driver gets into the car and parks it at the garage.

  Larsson and I crossed the front of the house. He opens the huge wooden door in front of us and I can see part of the house interior.

  We walked to one living room. There is a glass wall, which we can see the outside of the house, a fabulous garden, a swimming pool with blue water.

  In the middle of the wall has a fireplace.

  Farther on, there are two sofas in ivory hue, one facing the other, between the two couches, there is a huge carpet imitating tiger leather.

  On the walls there are dozens of frame with oil paintings, all them is painted with Tigers.

  It seems that Larsson must be obsessed with tigers.

  A gray-haired lady in dark clothes appears in front of us, she keeps her hands behind her buttock all the time.

  "Sir Larsson." She says formally.

  "Olinda, Provide a bath for this young man." He looks at me from the bottom up and he realizes how much I'm in need of a bath and clean clothes. After all, I'm barefoot and still in my cotton nightgown, printed with small flowers.

  "Haha, and provide clean clothes too!" He adds.

  "For her?" The gray-haired lady asks him with her wide eyes. "Sir. Larsson, we do not have women's clothing in this house."

  Larsson is practical. "Do you become angry for wearing a bathing gown?"

  I shake my head, informing him that 'no' I don't.

  "Great!" He murmurs.

  ***

  Mrs. Olinda leads me to the bathroom. She opens the bathroom door and leaves me in it, and then she closes the white door again.

  I walk up to a round bathtub, there are some small lamps lit on it, and I see rose petals on the transparent water.

  The walls are adorned with caramel glazed tile. By the side of the bathtub I see a white bathing gown hanging on a hook.

  My fingers lightly touch the water, and I feel that it is suavely warm. That gives me courage for me to start getting rid of my nightgown and also my cotton panties. />
  I walk into the bath and sit in it. The water comes up to the height of my shoulders.

  Finally I start to rub me while I remember the turbulent night that I'm having.

  First I am delivered to a man I never saw in my life, a way to settle a debt from my uncle.

  In a short time, I am helped by another man on the roadside, who seems to be an angel all in black.

  Now I'm in his residence, enjoying a bath in a luxurious bathtub. I had never seen a bathtub before in my life, except for photos.

  I stop rubbing my own skin when something crosses my mind.

  Does all the kindness that Larsson TIGER is doing for me have a price?

  Is not he helping me to demand something from me?

  I shudder at my thoughts when I realize that he seems to live alone in this mansion. After all, his maid-servant said there is no women's clothing in this house.

  If does he force me to sleep with him?

  I shudder at my thoughts for a second time, and this time the fear is constant.

  I can barely take my bath relaxed, thinking about these things. Then I rise from the bathtub and pull a white towel aside, wrap it around my body and step out of the bathtub and my wet feet mark the floor.