Psycho stalker

chapter 3

I decided that I had to do something, anything to make it stop. I couldn't live like this. So one day, I decided to confront the stalker head on. I was terrified, but I was going to fight back. I wanted to be free from this constant feeling of fear and anxiety. So I built up my courage and finally went outside, determined to face my stalker head-on.
  

I approached the man across the street with a sense of determination. He was still there, stalking me as always. I took a deep breath, and then I spoke to him. "Who are you?" I demanded. "And why are you following me?!"

The stalker stayed silent, his expression unchanged, still staring at me with a blank, emotionless stare. The silence was deafening, and my stomach was twisting with anxiety. I couldn't help feeling his eyes watching me intently, waiting for me to make a mistake. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke.

"I've been watching you," He replied, "For a long time. I like what I see." The way he said it gave me chills down my spine. It felt like he was staring right through me, into my soul. I felt sick to my stomach, a sense of dread and danger washing over me.

"And what exactly do you like?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear. The stalker remained still for a moment, before finally speaking again. "Your beauty," He replied, his voice calm and even. "Your grace." The way he said it was so unsettling, like he was objectifying me and treating me like something he owned.

"If you think I'm beautiful and graceful," I snapped, "Then why don't you leave me alone? Just let me be." The stalker remained silent, his eyes still staring at me with that blank, emotionless stare. It was like he was studying every inch of my body, like I was just an object to conquer...

"You don't understand," The stalker replied, his voice calm and cold. "I can't leave you alone. I need you. You are mine." The way he said it was so cold and intense, sending chills down my spine. It felt like he was claiming me as his property, like he was entitled to me...

"No, I'm not yours!" I shouted back, my voice trembling with anger and fear. I couldn't believe what he was saying, like he thought he had the right to just take me away against my will. "You can't just claim me like some sort of object!"

"But I can, and I'm going to." The stalker replied, his tone growing more aggressive, and he took a step forward, as if he was going to grab me. He was so close that I could see every detail of his face, his eyes like two piercing daggers.

"You're mine now," He said, "And there's nothing you can do about it."