Stalker Syndrome

Chapter 6

I stare at my knees as I sit in the cold tub with a blank mind.

He's talking to me ..I think but I don't really hear the words. My mind just feels like it's filled with TV static.

'couldn't there have been a way to avoid this'

"Darlinggg, are -.. ev-  listeni-  ..need ...punish ..ou again"

The words "punish" and "again" catch my attention

Looking away from my knees I meet his eyes. I never noticed before but they were a very pretty blue.

"There you are, I don't like you going far away from me even if it's in your head."

He pats the top of my head and smiles. 

"You understand right?"

'They say eyes are the doors to the soul....how could such a horrible person have such stunning eyes?' 

"Are we having a moment or what?"  A leering smile formed on his face, sending a chill down my spine.

"Well just sitting there isn't going to get you clean. Don't worry, I'll be happy to help darling."

"N-no" I gasp at my own voice 

"I ..I can do it by myself..please "

There's a moment of silence as I hold my breath.

He tsked then took a step back to sit on the toilet.

"Only because you said please."

I wash my body almost robotically, as my mind wanders elsewhere.

'I wonder if anyone has noticed I'm gone'

'....probably not'

I stopped scrubbing my skin as a red rash like blemish formed where it was rubbed too hard on the skin.

 Looking down at the body wash I hadn't even realized I grabbed, I noted it was blue raspberry scented. 'Weird' 

A hand on my shoulder shook me out my trance causing me to yelp and some water to splash out from the sudden movement.

"Darling, it's time to dry off."

He motions for me to stand with an open towel in his hands.

I let him wrap it around me with no complaints, what I didn't expect was for him to scoop me back up.

'I'd rather be anywhere but here'

Opening the door adjacent from the bathroom door revealed a bedroom.

He sat me down on the bed that sat next to the wall with a big red comforter.

'why's the mirror next to the bed and not the wardrobe' 

"Darling stuck in that head of yours again"

Cold hands grab my face pointing it towards his.

"Look at me"

"What's got your head up in the clouds?...Hmmm?"

" I-I" I couldn't muster an answer.

My head is just so fuzzy.

'Did he drug me? But then why is he upset? it seems everything is more interesting then this situation...is this shock am I going through shock? I remember seeing this on a psychologist drama show.'

A ticklish feeling runs over my scalp.

'What's this', my eyes jerk up to my captor. 'He's...brushing my hair?'

I put my head back down looking at my lap, 'wait...when did I put clothes on?'

'Fuck, I've really been out of it' 

I sniffle back a sob, 'I know we've had our differences but fuck I really miss my mom right now.'

'I should have never left home, she was right'

"Shhhh you're okay, you're safe Darling"

"Shhhh"

Everything slowly faded.

I barely process my head hitting the pillow.

"You're okay"

Then it all went black.

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A/N sorry for the haitus.