Psycho stalker

chapter 13

   The stalker's grip tightened even more, his hand squeezing my skin to the point that I felt like I was going to bruise. I tried to fight back, but he was just too strong. I could feel my body starting to go numb, the sense of tiredness creeping over me. I could see the stalker's eyes gazing at me, his gaze unblinking and intense. I felt like I was just a piece of furniture, a lifeless object to be used for his own pleasure. I was nothing to him, a plaything that he could do whatever he wanted with...

The stalker's grip didn't loosen, his hand still squeezing tight. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move. I felt like I was going to pass out. I didn't know what to do, I could do nothing but stare up at him in despair. The stalker's eyes were gazing straight into mine, his grip never letting up, his eyes piercing me like spears. I could feel the strength draining from my body, my mind going blank from the lack of oxygen.

I struggled to take any sort of breath, my body starting to go limp. I looked back into the stalker's eyes, looking for any sign of mercy. But there was no mercy there, just a cold stare. His grip tightened even more, his eyes never wavering. I was losing consciousness, I could see the darkness creeping in, the world fading away...

I couldn't fight back anymore, the lack of oxygen making me dizzy. I was losing consciousness, my vision blurry and distorted. The stalker's grip was getting tighter and tighter, the pain unbearable. I was starting to sink into the darkness, the void of oblivion calling to me...

"Shh..." The stalker whispered into my ear, his breath hot and sharp. "Let it go. Go into the darkness... Everything will be okay there. You don't have to fight anymore." His hold on me was tightening more, and I could feel the light fading behind my closed eyes. He was telling me to let go, to give in...