I felt like I was being suffocated by the stalker, like he was trapping me in his own twisted version of reality. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could hear was his voice, twisting my words and forcing his definition of me onto me...
"You don't understand," He said, "I'm doing this for you. I'm just taking what is mine."
"It's not yours to take!" I shouted back, my voice trembling with fear and anger. "I'm not some sort of object that you can just claim!"
"You are mine," He said, his voice cold and unrelenting. "You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you. Your beauty, your grace... it is mine. And I will take what is mine by any means necessary..."
The stalker's words sent a chill down my spine. I didn't know what he was capable of, but his words made it clear that he would do anything to possess me, no matter the consequences. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, my fear and anxiety reaching new levels. Was there no way out of this? Was I destined to become this stalker's victim...?
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Psycho stalker
HorrorDescription: When a young woman is stalked by a menacing stranger, she quickly realizes that she is not living in the safe and secure world she thought she was. The stalker has a twisted sense of obsession, and he will do anything to possess her. Do...
