~ Obsessed ~

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A cold breeze blew through the empty streets, well almost empty then.
Aside from the stray cats and me, no one else was here.
I just got out of work only to be met with the moon shining brightly.
Great, I am never taking the nightshift again.
As I was walking home, I felt as if someone was watching me, quickly I turned around only to be met
with the cold and empty street.
Was I imagining it?
I silently grabbed my keys and held them in my hand, just in case.
A bit creeped out I started to walk faster to my house, just as I started to relax a silent rhythm caught my attention.
The rhythm of footsteps, not too far behind me.
I began to speed up, the stranger behind me seemed to do the same.
Fear began to build up in me, without thinking I began to run.
At this point I knew I was being chased; I was terrified.
My chest was heaving up and down and my legs were about to give out.
Just a little longer I thought as I ran through my street.
My lungs were burning, I could barely breath, tears began to form in my eyes.
'I can't die yet' kept repeating in my head.
As fast as I could I began to run up the small stairs to my front door.
I dug my key into the front door and began twisting it.
The stranger had stopped in front of my house, watching my every move.
Fear began to take over as my hands started shaking, mustering up some strength I pushed my door open.
Stepping through the doorframe I quickly closed the door, I stood there for a couple seconds before I could process what just happened.
As the adrenaline wore off my legs gave out, my knees hitting the floorboard.
My hands made their way to my chest trying to ease my lungs, the burning slowly subsided.
After what felt like hours, I finally regained control over my own body.
Carefully I stood up, glancing through the small window in my door I saw the stranger walk away.
Im not sure why I felt the need to follow him, but it does not matter.
Without thinking I rushed towards the backdoor, I hurried over to the place where the stranger had
stood not too long ago.
I saw him leave towards the south, so I went the same direction.
After a while I noticed the tall figure walking ahead of me, clearly he didn't pay any mind to his
surroundings, or else he would've noticed me.
Careful not to make any noises, I trailed behind the man.
The dim lighted streets we were walking in not too long ago were replaced by the dark.
I couldn't see the man anymore, just an empty street.
As I passed a mostly concealed alley a rough hand pulled me in.
My back collided with the brick wall behind me, the wind completely knocked out of me in the
process.
The hand moved from my arm to my throat and squeezed it, making it harder for me to breathe.
his other hand held my wrists above my head and his knee found its way between my legs, keeping
me in place.
Unable to move out of his strong hold on me I shifted my gaze towards my offender's face.
my breath got caught up in my throat, this was him, the same man who had stalked me towards my
house.
"Why are you following me" he grunted, his voice sending my mind spiralling.
Unable to give him an answer I kept my gaze on him, taking him all in.
His piercing eyes, his slightly parted lips, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
His gaze met mine as he seemed to be lost in thought.
The grip on my throat lessened which allowed me to try and catch my breath.
I noticed him take something out of his pockets, a cloth.
Before my mind could register what it was it found its way to my mouth.
I gasped at his forceful action, slowly my mind started to grow blank and my eyes started to drop.
My legs gave out as I fell onto the pavement, barely conscious fighting to stay awake.
Before I let the darkness consume me I heard him whisper something, yet not something I could
comprehend, that's when everything turned black.
Unbeknownst to me he had collected my unconscious body of the floor and carried me towards what
I assume would be his house.
He had carried me for a good couple of miles until he arrived at his destination.
He had placed my sleeping form on the floor in his 'Guest' bedroom, the one he had prepared for me.
Making sure that I was still unconscious while he tied me up, he couldn't afford to lose me.
After he made sure that I was chained up and not able to escape he took a seat in the corner of the
room, watching over my sleeping form, he didn't want anything bad to happen to me.
A couple hours passed and he hasn't moved from his spot, his eyes still lingering over my body.
While I was out cold, he couldn't help but take in my features, they were breath-taking.
He started to lose focus on my sleeping form as his mind wandered over to all the things he wanted
to do to me.
Slowly I began to wake up from what I thought was a bad dream, it was foolish of me to dream about
something so out of character for me.
I mean come on, I would never stalk my own stalker, a small smile made it's way on my lips.
A sudden cold shiver found its way to my back, I tried to pull up the blanket but found nothing but
the cold hard floor, this raised alarm bells.
I swiftly sat up and opened my eyes, this was not my house.
My eyes darted through the room, hoping for any clue on where I could be, that's when they landed
on him.
There he was, sitting man spread on a chair in the corner, observing my every move with a grin.
I tried to get up and run but was limited from doing so, the sound of chains clattering on the floor
made It to my ears, when I looked down, I was indeed chained down.
This was one of the last things I wanted in life, to be chained up by some psycho.
"What do you want" my voice came out as barely a whisper, still he seemed to acknowledge what I
said since his expression changed.
"What do I want from you?" he asked more to himself.
A whimper escaped my lips as the fear in me surfaced.
"I want you of course" he chuckled at my panicked figure.
He stood up from his chair and walked over to me.
Hovering over my form as he looked down on me.
He crouched down in front of me, his eyes flickering over my trembling body.
A smirk made its way to his lips, he seemed to be enjoying this.
his hand calmly stroked my cheek, I shuddered under his touch.
He moved closer, his hand slowly grabbing my chin, facing me towards him.
He locked eyes with me, deep emerald eyes meeting icy blue ones.
With a slight hesitation he closed the gap between us.
I was caught of guard when his lips softly came into contact with mine, my eyes widening once they
did.
I tried to move away only to be kept in place by his strong hold on me.
Noticing my discomfort he moved away from me, studying my face in the process.
Not daring to utter a single word I moved my gaze towards the floor.
"What a shame princess" he spoke with a deep voice, leaning back slightly.
I looked back up, meeting his glare halfway, his eyes held me captive.
He moved his grip towards my throat, "let me make one thing clear" his hand implying more force on
my throat as he spoke, "your mine".

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