(IF) Twisted Possession – The Day He Chose a Girl He'd Known for Just One Month Over Me
That day, he chose not me, but a girl he'd known for barely a month.
"Sorry, Mary. I know you've always looked out for me, but…"
She'd simply been more aggressive than I was. That's all it took for her to claim his first time, and soon enough, even his seat right next to him. I'd once found that girl utterly repulsive, but now, looking back, it didn't anger me as much as I'd expected.
Probably because I'd already accepted that this would happen. Because of my own mistakes… Because of that pathetic pride of mine, I'd always treated him like he was beneath me, forcing him alone to fulfill my every whim.
Of course his feelings would fade. For a girl with such an annoying personality.
"Mary… Are you, okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Yes, getting dumped like this even felt liberating. Thinking about it, ever since we were kids, I'd obsessed over him to the point of neglecting myself entirely. Now freed from that shackle, maybe I should even see this positively.
"I told you. I'd accept whatever happened."
With my heart lightened and calm restored, a clear smile formed on my lips as I faced the two of them.
"I'll cheer you two on. Build a great relationship—for my share too."
Feeling just a tiny, tiny pang in one corner of my heart.
Yes, after that, the two of them were always together.
Being seatmates in the same class was the perfect condition to close the distance between them, and the bond they built carried on past university, even into their adult lives as working professionals.
And I supported them wholeheartedly from the sidelines. Giving gifts, recommending restaurants perfect for dates, taking them to various travel spots… In the process, even the initial jealousy faded away, and before I knew it, I had a solid friendship with the two of them.
The boy I'd liked most, and the girl by his side. I truly wished for their happiness.
So I personally recommended the wedding venue for their marriage, and even gave a speech sincerely celebrating their future.
'Please love each other enough for my share too.' That wish was genuine.
I could no longer wedge myself between them, but I figured watching from afar would still let me feel fulfilled through them.
But it seemed even that wasn't allowed. Disaster struck the couple so suddenly.
"You two, are you okay!?"
A freak traffic accident during their honeymoon.
The moment I heard, I rushed to them, finding both in critical condition.
My favorite friend had lost her sight forever, unable to see ahead. And the boy I'd loved most…
"He's in a coma."
"…And we don't know when he'll wake?"
"Yes, at this point…"
Oh, God. Why inflict such trials on the two happiest people in the world?
I'd never been religious, but in that moment, I even felt hatred toward God. If He truly existed, He wouldn't have let this tragedy befall them.
"Mary, are you, there?"
But my friend, doomed to a lifetime without light, hadn't even fully grasped the tragedy yet.
"What about Cheolsu?"
Her desperate call for him, lying motionless beside her like a dead rat—I felt my chest ache again.
That sensation I'd felt countless times watching over them. What I'd once dismissed as insignificant was now shifting into something else as I saw these two, helpless alone.
"Soeun, can you hear me?"
It had been mere endurance against the pain, but now it was turning to ecstasy.
Why? Why was I happy at this moment, seeing them so broken?
"Mary, I can't see… It's scary."
"Don't worry, I'm right here."
I worried my expression might show, but it meant nothing to her without sight.
So I let my feelings show freely, gripping her hand to assert my presence.
"What happened to him?"
"Don't worry, Cheolsu's just sleeping."
The innocent girl took my hand without resistance, following my lead. Stroking his face—his unknown awakening date—I felt gratitude bloom toward the God I'd hated moments ago.
Because I'd realized they needed me, when I'd thought they'd drift away forever.
"You two just follow me and trust only me. No worries."
Being by my favorite friend and the boy I'd loved most. The right to stay with them forever now in my hands—it filled me with joy.
How many years passed after that?
Inheriting the family business, I'd risen to a high position in the company, gaining wealth and power to handle most anything. Power enough to effortlessly sustain several people's lives without exaggeration.
"Director Mary, heading home early again today?"
"Yeah, there are kids who can't live without me."
I always clocked out on time. Heading to a place no one but me could enter.
Clank.
Entering the secret hideout I'd built, I turned on the room's lights and signaled my lovely pet waiting there.
Clap, clap.
With my applause, my adorable pet made her presence known. Without me, she could do nothing, crawling on all fours toward the sound without hesitation.
Her quadrupedal movement, once clumsy, was now fluent. Of course—she was smart, quick to learn anything.
"Good girl, were you well while sis was gone?"
"Woof, woof."
"Hehe, such a good bark."
Stroking her chin and head, she leaned in happily. Finding her so lovable, I opened a premium canned food and carefully filled her usual bowl.
"Here, baby. Mealtime~ Specially got your favorite cut today~"
"Woof, woof."
"Aww, you must be starving."
Why did she look so cute, supporting herself on all fours, head lowered to eat? To show more love, I pondered today's play.
Toys overflowed, but her blindness limited options. She enjoyed anything, but making it meaningful took thought.
"Hmm, maybe watch a movie together? Or…"
Thud.
A harsh noise from the inner room amid my thoughts. My mind blanked for a second, then hope surged.
Obviously—no one but me knew this place. Inside: only my beloved pet and "him," long asleep.
"Finally…"
Really, finally awake?
"Huff, huff…"
Matching my hope, a man in patient clothes staggered out, gaunt-faced, legs trembling from disuse. Yet his long-closed eyes faintly opened, meeting mine.
"You really woke up."
After years asleep, he awoke. For me, who'd waited with her, soothing loneliness—this was pure joy.
"Hehe, worth nursing you all this time. I worried you'd never wake… Do you know how long I've waited for this?"
Yes, now we could do so much more. Lock eyes, take photos, build albums of memories. Like before—no, more aggressively inserting myself between them…
"What the."
Maybe his mind wasn't clear yet? Facing me, his expression crumpled, then he yelled at her eating below me.
"What the hell are you doing, Mary! You…!"
"What do you mean? Anyone hearing would think I'd done something bad. You're confused since you just woke?"
"Confused? This isn't a dream?!"
Eyes wide in disbelief. As I opened my mouth, feeling her approach my feet, I wiped food scraps from her mouth with a towel.
"Hic, hic."
"Oh, all done eating? Come here, let me clean your mouth."
"U, ugh…"
"Look at you trembling. Need to pee? But no peeing anywhere just 'cause you can't see. There's a pad over there—I'll take you…"
"What the hell are you making Soeun do!!"
His gesture cut short. His confusion was unacceptable to me.
"What do you mean making her do?"
Years of built "normalcy," and he'd just woken, unable to accept it yet.
"I'm just taking care of her so she can live without issue. Can't leave a blind girl alone in this dangerous world, right?"
"That doesn't explain it! Why make her like that… Like some beast…"
Beast. Yes, she was truly a pet dog now. But what was wrong with that?
Better than a blind beggar bumping everywhere—being a rich family's pampered pet with full food, shelter, and care was happier.
"Soeun's accepted it. See? She obeys everything I say."
Hand out, she gives it. Stand on hind legs and whimper, she performs. Add food, she's thrilled. No short lifespan to die first—perfect pet material.
"Can't see properly, lover in coma—nothing to lean on but me… She seemed so pitiful, so I found my compromise."
"Compromise?"
"She needs help, I want to be by you both… Ah, yes. Make you two mine."
Legally flawless. Being guardian for the disabled is socially praised. Media blocked at source, no windows for paparazzi.
Here, no eyes matter—I do as I wish. If they understand.
"Yours? Treating people like objects…"
"Yes, always wanted that."
If they, unable to live normally, adapted as objects.
"Because you're precious… So scared you'd leave my reach after the accident, I kept you where I can touch—to prevent it."
Yes, I could. Power to handle a few without burden. This paradise built for that.
"No accidents here. No death risk, no human headaches. I provide everything—food, shelter, wants, all, all, all…"
Showing my beloved two what I'd achieved, euphoria boiled in me. Superiority, really—noblesse oblige, qualified saving the needy.
"How's that? Best sponsor for your couple, right?"
"Ma, Mary…!"
Not ready, he charged excitedly. But soon collapsing—pitiful in my eyes.
"Tsk, muscles atrophied—moving hard hurts? Ruin your body, might never walk again."
For this day, I plunged the prepared syringe into his vein. Years of injections—solution entered perfectly.
"Sedative and relaxant. Strong, excitement will fade soon."
Regular doses, he'd stay bedridden like before. Positive: awake now, he could watch our happy life fully aware.
"Soeun, happy? Your lover's awake."
"Woof."
"Hehe, so excited. Okay, later I'll make a spot for you two alone."
Her stronger bark, sniffing and licking his fallen cheek. Superiority surged again; I smiled.
Yes, this ideal, beautiful end for us. Me with most, owning the two most wretched—exactly what I wanted.
"You two, stay safe in my hands forever~"
Let's live happily here. Forever, eternally.
Unable to bear the scenes invading my mind, my spirit thrashed.
"Uwaaaah!!"
Suddenly, sleep paralysis lifted; my body freed, blocked breath and vision cleared.
A dream… No, too vividly real—this was a precognitive dream.
Yet even reliving it, no reality lingered—just unreality.
A dishonest girl finding happiness in confinement and training? A chaebol's innate superiority and possessiveness could twist so horrifically depending on the path?