As she moved, the fabric of the nighty clung to her, a symbol of vulnerability in the face of an unrelenting predator. She felt exposed, as though the wounds of the past had been forcibly reopened. Her breaths quickened, and panic seized her.
Just as she prepared to make a desperate dash for safety, his voice sliced through the air, freezing her in place.
"Stop."
The word hung heavy, a command that echoed with a sinister authority. Sia's heart pounded in her chest as she turned to face the source of her torment, trapped in the grip of a nightmare she thought she had left behind.
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Not just an infatuation
FanfictionObsession - just a mere word for someone to pronounce but the person who is obsessed with someone can't even imagine what lengh he can go just to keep the person with him with whom he is obsessed. Even if it's to kill someone or keep his obsession w...
