Stalker Syndrome

Chapter 4

He made his way down a narrow hallway to what I could only assume was the bathroom.

He seemed to be breathing very heavily or more like huffing in and out. For a moment I thought it was maybe because I was heavy, but one look at his face and I could tell that was not the case.

'Dear god, I really let myself get kidnapped by this madman'

'I have to find a way out of here'

"Here we are "

  He opened a door to a surprisingly well sized bathroom

maneuvering me so that he could use his hand he pushed down the toilet lid and sat me on top of it. Then giving an eager look he squatted down so that he was more adjacent to my torso.

Cold hands met my hips almost causing me to shriek,he gave me a sick smile and nuzzled my wet thigh with a deep inhale.

'I think I'm going to throw up'

His thumbs stroked my hips once, then twice, before dipping under my waistband.

'No-NONO'

I grip his hand, trembling again.

"I-I can do" I clear my throat

"I can do it myself"

"Aww Darling, that's okay. I don't mind helping you."

If I wasn't so afraid I would have smacked the shit out of this motherfucker by now.

With one fell swoop he lifted my bottom with his palms and snatched my underwear and sleep pants with his thumbs.

This time I really did shriek and quickly shot my hands down to cover myself.

"Do-Don't look"

If I hadn't already pissed myself, I felt like I might have just now.

I squirmed under his intense leer.

It looked like he was having an intense inner battle as his eyes went in a zig zag motion and glossed over.

He frowned briefly and then stood up. 

He threw my soiled clothes to the ground obviously much to his displeasure. Turning to his left, he turned on the faucet over the large tub.

The silence was soon filled with the sound of gushing water.

My mind screamed at me to run while his back was turned, but then what would I do? I had no idea where I was or the setup of "our home," not to mention I was half naked.

'Just play along as much as you can...how hard can it be?'