Stalker Syndrome

Chapter 7

"Ughhh"

I blearily opened my eyes as I woke. 'I hope I'm not late for work... again'

As I moved to get up while rubbing the sleep out my eyes and arm tightened around my waist.

"Wha-" then the events from yesterday come crashing back to me.

All my muscles tighten up as I glance to the man behind me.

He gives out a soft groan causing me to hold my breath. I let it go when he nuzzles his face into my shoulder blade.

Still panicked stricken my breathing comes out in shaky breaths as I try to pry his arm off as gently as possible.

'He's asleep, this is good'

'If I can get away now everything can just go back to normal'

Slowly shifting my body I try to get my legs out from the covers, but when I angle my torso up the bed pushes down slightly causing the wooden headboard to creak.

I softly gasp jerking my eyes back.

'He's still sleeping'

finally getting one leg out of the coverings I can't help but feel an adrenaline spike.

'here we go'

My heart is pounding so loud it's echoing in my ears.

"Mmm,Darling"

The arm circles back around my center pulling me flush against him.

His breathing evens back out as I sit still.

'Shit! I thought he caught me.' 

'I can still make this work, just restart.'

In attempting to wiggle my way back to freedom his arm somehow tighten even more.

"Stupid strong ass mother-"

I let out a gasp as his hips pushed against mine nudging his now obvious erection against my back side.

'fuck no, this nasty ass kidnapper'

At this point I don't care if he wakes, I start squirming with all my might.

"Ahh Y/N"

He ruts forward pushing himself between my thighs.

'Oh shit! No,don't react to that stupid body'

'It's not my fault it's been so long, it's a natural reaction'

"That's it"

In my panicked state I did what I thought would be best to wake this motherfucker up.

Swiftly pushing back I shove him against the wall jostling his grip.

His eyes snap open

"Whahh, Darling!"

'Not done yet, motherfucker' I thought to myself as I grabbed his arm, biting it as hard as I can before he can properly wake up.

I bolt up, practically slamming the bedroom door open.

Sprinting down the hall, I find myself in the kitchen, whipping my head around wildly.

'There! The door!' 

My hand barely grazes the door nob before I'm knocked off my feet and onto the floor.

" What Did I Say About Misbehaving"

"IM SORRY!" I yell out in desperation

"No Your Not!"

"You were being so good last night after your bath, what's with the acting out now?"

"Do I need to punish you again!?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I shriek out thrashing in his grip.

He huffs, hiking me up by the wrist.

"No,No,No" crying out I clawed his wrist 

Back in the bedroom he throws me on the bed. I shield my head with my hands expecting a hit.

But instead the door slams which was followed by a locking sound.

leaving me now alone, I hear angry yelling followed by crashing sounds causing me to jump.

After about five minutes the sound of another door slamming rung out then it was silent.

I sob into my hands, thanking whatever higher power there was because I was still alive.