PROLOGUE

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I sat at my desk, the outside thunder booming with power. The flashes cause me to lose focus on the book I forced myself to write, just to please my fans. As the lighting flashes, I see a figure outside my door. I knew who it was since he had been stalking me for a while. I stare at him from the safety of my room, feeling the fear course through my veins... But also a hint of lust. I've always wondered who this mysterious someone is, I never saw his face since he stalked me at night like I was some target.

I wanted to get up and lock my door, but I couldn't move. I knew I wasn't afraid of him, but something in me wanted me to scream for help. As he stood at the end of the hallway, I slowly reached for my phone hesitantly. His eyes never trailed away from my body, did he like the view? Of course he did, I was in a white nightgown that barely covered my ass, my nipples threatening to tear through it. The hunger in his eyes was clear as I slowly moved my hand away from my phone, for some reason, I knew in my gut that the police wouldn't be quick enough to get to my house since I would be dead by then.

The silence between us was loud, despite the deafening sounds of thunder outside my window. I started to slowly regret not standing locking my door, or standing up since now he was going bold. He started to slowly approach my room door, his loud footsteps startling me. I finally found the courage to get up and swiftly grabbed my phone, backing towards my nightstand. His gaze stayed on me, wanting my every move. He took a step into my room, stopping at the door frame as we stared at each other. I slowly and steadily opened my drawer, preparing myself for whatever he was about to do.

I feel conflicted, my body is betraying me, yet he kept staring at me... Like I was the main course for his meal.. A feast even, if you'd call it that.
Yet, I feel disgusted. Why am I not calling for help? Why am I not surprised? Why am I not moving, not fighting? Why does it feel so... So right?

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