"I would sacrifice pieces of my flesh and still be considered selfish for not giving my heart."
"E-Enzo. I-" I was cut off with an ass slap. I couldn't even get a sentence out, he let out a dark chuckle.
"Merda, are you breaking? Am I breaking you...
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As I read the letter I worried myself and I locked the door behind me. I go upstairs and I sit down examining the card. I flipped it over and saw a phone number on it. I
hesitate for a moment, should I call this number? I mean I should right? I'm being stalked... It doesn't seem to be Zikeals number either, it's someone I don't know.
I pull out my phone and I dial the number. Five rings later I hear someone pick up the phone.
"Listen, I don't know who you are or why you're sending me these things but you need to stop, I won't hesitate to call the police," I said with a scoff as if I couldn't kill him myself.
It was quiet for a moment, soon I heard a dark raspy voice that made my phone vibrate.
"I don't think that would be wise, love..." The man said on the other end.
Love? Who was this guy, I was trying to think if what I was doing was safe, should I still call the police or just hang up? But god, his voice was so raspy.
"What do you want from me," I said
It was quiet, my heart was starting to flutter, but not in excitement, fear, and anxiety. The strange man soon said.
"I want, you."
Me? Why of all people in the world me? I questioned the strange voice and my eyes widened when he said...
"I see you." I look down from the phone, looking outside of my window to see the strange dark modern house.
I looked further, and I saw a large window that looked about the same size as mine. Their curtains were wide open.
"You, what do you want from me?" I said as my heart skipped a beat from the front door being knocked on.
Shit shit shit shit shit. I didn't finish unpacking my knives from the garage, I had nothing to fight him with. Nothing but my fists, shit, hopefully It'll be enough. I know It will be.
It's not like I haven't been attacked, but still. I didn't know what to expect.
"Is that you?" It was quiet... "Hello? HELLO?" I said, seconds later the man hung up and my door was still being knocked on, and this time harder.
I slowly went down the stairs and into the living room where the door was, I slowly crept up and looked through the peephole and saw.
"ZIKEAL?!" I said opening the door.
He looked at me and said
"Can we talk? Please can we talk this out?" He said.
"How in the hell, did you find me? I stopped sharing my location with you! Or so I thought" I whispered to myself.
