Horror is consuming her mind, her entire world seems to be collapsing before the man who is standing infront of her with his hidden and masked face like always. She wants to scream but her voice betrays her like always. She wants to hit him, wants t...
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Nothing in my life is right at this moment. Everything is a mess. My mind is the home of chaos and i can't seem to find any way out of the hazardous circumstances.
It's been two weeks already since i got railed by my stalker on that stormy night, first against the stairs and then on my bathtub. Two weeks since i passed out that night and then found myself on my own bed, warm and safe, wrapped inside of my own blanket at the next morning. Two weeks since the night after i passed out, that dangerous man has taken care of me, fed me when i was half awake and then left me after saying,
" Good night, Doll. I adore you so much. You're my one and only violent obsession and i will never let you go. I will keep you. For forever. And you're going to love the way i keep you."
And God forbid me if iam not addicted to that man whose face and entire identity is just blank to me.
Yes iam addicted. Addicted to the monster who creeps in my shadows. A man who comes out when the darkness embraces the world and then haunt me, hunt me and play with me like iam his Doll. Iam addicted to the man whose appearance is like a lucid dream to me.
Shame on me for being addicted to that man. Shame on me for letting that man filling me up with his majestic pierced cock, fucking me senseless and stuffing his cum inside of me more frequently since that night. Shame of me for enjoying every second of it even after knowing that soon i was going to get committed to another man.
Two weeks passed in a blur and i totally knew what i was doing during that period of time. I have acted like a total whore and i enjoyed being his Doll to be controlled.
Within that two weeks, he had broke into my apartment every single night. Some nights he had tied me up when i was already asleep, chained me to my bed and when i woke up, he fucked me like a madman . Some other nights i had fought against him, ran through my apartment as he chased me, caught me and fucked me afterwards either against the hard floor or against the kitchen counter, or inside of my bathroom.
And like always, he had his masks on his face and made sure that i could never see his face even if i wanted to. Not even that, to make things interesting and thrilling, it's his language not mine though... To make things interesting and thrilling he had been changing the types of his masks.
Not only that also, the bastard somehow has the access to the main electric switch board of my apartment and he used it always to make himself blending and creeping in the dark while he had done all of that sick rituals to break me.
And if only my addiction to my stalker, it was the only case, then it would be a little better i guess. But worst of the worst thing is, i didn't only messed with my masked stalker and enjoyed him railing me, i also built a good bond with Dr.Jeon within the past two weeks.
