Psycho stalker

chapter 12

I was gasping for air and my legs were shaking with exhaustion, but I kept trying to push myself faster and faster. The stalker's presence was so close behind me, his breaths almost upon me. I could feel his hands gripping at the air, reaching out to take me. I couldn't run any longer...

"You can't run away from me," He sneered. "You are mine."
I was still gasping for air, my legs trembling with exhaustion. I was completely helpless, and I could feel the stalker's hands gripping my arm, pinning me against the wall. I could do nothing but stare up at him, my breath caught in my throat...

"You are nothing but an object to me," He growled, his hand tightening its grip on my arm. "You have no say in this matter. I want you, and I will take what I want." The way he said it was so cold and intimidating, like he was declaring that he had complete control over me...

"Please..." I gulped, "Let me go. Please..." The stalker tightened the grip of his hand on my arm, pulling me even closer to him. I could feel his breath on my face, his eyes gazing right into mine..."I won't let you go." The stalker's voice was steady and cold, his eyes never softening. "You are mine. I will take you, whether you want to go or not." His grasp on my arm was so forceful, I could feel the pressure of his muscles clamping down on my skin...

"Please..." My throat was dry, and I was still gasping for air. "I don't want this... Please... Let me go..." The stalker's grip was so tight, I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as a wave of panic swept over me. I felt helpless, and I felt a sense of fear coursing through my body.

"You have no choice in this matter." The stalker's grip didn't loosen even an inch, his grip tightening even more. I felt so helpless, so powerless. I tried to pull away, but his grip was so strong, like he was holding me in a vise.

"Please..." My voice was pleading, my throat feeling like it was about to close up. I was so scared, so terrified. I felt like I was going to die...
"Shh." The stalker whispered, his breath hot in my ear. "Shh. You're mine now. You don't have a choice. I will take what is mine, no matter the cost..." The stalker's voice was calm and even, yet his grip never loosened. I could feel his hand squeezing my skin, a tightness like he was trying to squeeze the life out of me...

"Don't struggle." The stalker whispered, his breath hot in my ear. "You're wasting your energy. Just relax. That's it. Relax..." His grip was still so tight, but his voice was so calm, so soothing. He was being too gentle, like he was trying to put me at ease...