Watching Rory

Date?

What do you wear on a date with your Stalker?

For the past hour, I've sat on the floor of my closet contemplating it.

If our past encounters mean anything naked is probably my best bet.

Ugh.

I should stay home, and maybe the stranger will eventually show up.

But what if he doesn't?

My masked man has never invited me anywhere. Usually, he's intruding on me, and it's obvious he's watching me from cameras based on all the pictures.

Tonight is a big deal.

Maybe once my makeup is on, I'll be more inspired to pick an outfit.

"Alexa, play Pretty Girl Rock," I say.

"Playing Pretty Girl Rock by Kerri Hilson"

At my vanity, I wet a beauty blender and start applying my foundation, contour, and concealer. Once done, I dust off a Huda Beauty eyeshadow palette from my Alex drawer that one of Eric's Coworkers got me for Christmas. It is a neutral palette with pops of burgundy and multi-shift glitter shades.

With my fingers, I apply a latte brown color all over my eyelids, a darker chocolate brown to the outer corner, and a pop of glitter to the inner corners.

I haven't worn a full face of makeup in years. I feel like a brand new woman.

From the hangers, I grab a maroon bodysuit with a lace-up bodice that matches my eyeshadow perfectly and a pair of skin-tight faux leather black pants.

Back at my vanity chair, I apply Victoria's Secret Love Spell to my legs and slip my feet into my platform black heels.

Mr. J.S. Here I come.

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"Fuck, I'm early," I huff, getting out of my car.

Did I get the time wrong?

All the lights are off inside the house, and no other vehicles are here besides mine.

Knowing that Eric has not returned, I grab the hidden key and enter through the front door.

As I step into the foyer, I notice nothing has changed in the three weeks since I've been gone-besides dust collecting on all the surfaces.

"You're early, Little Slut," a voice says from nowhere.

"Come to the living room. I have a surprise for you."

A cold shiver runs down my spine with every movement I take in that direction.

Why am I here? I should have stayed home on the couch in my fluffy robe watching Gilmore Girls.

As I step into the area, my knees shake at the sight in front of me. Eric hangs from the ceiling with blood oozing from nasty cuts on his face.

"What the fuck" I whisper as the weight of my body becomes too much to handle.

My hand flies up to the wall to prevent myself from falling, but before It connects, my masked man envelopes me in his arms.

🖤 What's your ideal date night?