A Stalker's Love

4

*Back at Lucy's apartment with Tim*

Five minutes pass, then ten, then fifteen. And every minute that passes without Lucy returning causes Tim's worry to grow. He checked his phone obsessivily, hoping that she will message him and explain what's happened. That doesn't happen. He resolved that he will wait a few minutes, and then he will go investigate for himself. In the meantime, he decided to use his police investigation skills to find out more about Lucy's new neighbour.

*With Lucy*

Tom rushed over to Lucy as she tried to get out of bed. 

"Hey, slow down there. You've been through a lot the past couple days, don't you remember?"

Lucy looked at him, very confused. Her head felt fuzzy, and she had trouble remembering much of anything. "N-No... Wh- Who are you?" She asked, her voice hoarse.

Tom feigned confusion and hurt. "You... don't remember me? I'm Tom. We've lived together for years, we... we were starting to blossom into something beautiful. Don't you remember?" He took Lucy's hand, holding it inbetween his.

Lucy squinted at him, despartely trying to remember the man she supposedly was in a relationship with. Finally, a single image comes through of him and her walking through the building's hallways. "I... remember you. We... We were lost."

Tim looked happy at Lucy's revellation. "Yes! When we first moved in, you couldn't find our apartment. I had to come and take you down. We loved that apartment so much."

"We're not there now?" Lucy asked. Just as she thought she understood, a new piece of information has been thrown at her, sending her back into confusion, her head feeling dizzy.

"No, silly! We found a much better place in rural LA, far from everyone else. Maybe walking around will help your memory?" He asked, innocent enough.

"Y-Yeah, that sounds... right. Maybe... we could go to the kitchen? I'm thirsty."

"Of course, my love. I'm not surprised, it's been a hard few days for you. Come on, I'll explain once we're downstairs." He said as he helped Lucy out of bed. She had no choice but to cling onto him, her own body too weak and fragile to support itself.

Once downstairs, Tom layed Lucy down on the sofa as he wondered into the kitchen to prepare her a glass of water. Whilst he was gone Lucy looked around her, trying so hard to place where she was. Suddenly, a bunch of memories came to her at once: being kidnapped by someone, being kept in a barrel, getting tattooed against her will. She pulled her shirt up and found her Day of Death tattoo and finally, she knew where she was: the house Caleb took her to when he abducted her. As she figured this out, Tom came back into the room. 

"Is everything okay, my love?" He asked, confused as to why Lucy looked so scared and angry.

"Who the hell are you?" She yelled.

"I'm Tom, my love. Is your memory going again?" He took a step closer to Lucy, causing her to scramble off the sofa and up onto her feet. Tom seems to become irritated as he realises Lucy's memories are coming back to her. "Here is your water, Lucy. You'll feel better after you drink some, I promise."

"I'm not taking anything from you!" She shuffled backwards, wanting to put as much distance between her and Tom as possible. However, she was still dizzy and confused, and she wasn't paying proper attention to her surroundings. Otherwise, she might have seen the ottoman she tripped over, causing her to fall to the ground. She desparately tried to get up, but she was so weak and frail. Instead, she scooted along the floor, but she backed herself into a corner. Tom smiled visciously at her as he came closer. He bent down in front of her, holding the glass of water against Lucy's mouth, forcing her to drink it. She gave in, she was so thirsty after all. And it was just water, right? The water slid down the back of her throat, relieving her of the previous pain and scratchiness that was there. She kept drinking it because it tasted so good and she was so, so thirsty. When she was done, Tom took the glass away from her, placing it down on a nearby endtable.

"How do you feel, my love?" He asked, smiling. He knew exactly how she would be feeling.

"I feel... great" She giggled. Lucy didn't know it, but Tom had drugged her water. She got up, giddy and excited; she had too much energy, and didn't know what to do with herself. Tom joined her, smiling and laughing too.

"Good, you're acting much better now, aren't you?" He said, taking her hand to guide her to a closed off room. 

"I... feel... ssssuper!" She said, her words slurred and her movements sluggish and sloppy but still laughing uncontrollably. "But... I ssssshouldn't... I need to go..." She said, stumbling over her words. Despite how elated she felt, she still knew she shouldn't be here with Tom. 

"Why would you do that? The fun is just getting started." He said while laughing. He sat Lucy down on a chair in the middle of the room. "Stay here, Little Lucy. I'll be back in one second with some presents for you!" He said, genuinely excited. At last, he would make Lucy appreciate him and stay with him forever. As he left the room, he pulled a bookcase back over the door, in case any unexpected visitors came knocking. He went to another secret room, in which was a one-way mirror which allowed him to watch Lucy in private, fulfilling his own gruesome fetishes. He watched as Lucy became gradually more tired, the after-effects of his specially made drug taking effect. Soon, she wouldn't remember anything about her old life and would only want to be with him. The thought brought him great, evil delight. As soon as she had passed out, he crept back into the room and put a pile of clothes on the dresser in her room with a note saying, 'Wear me!' With that, he left and went back to his observation room.