"Are u alright baby" he asked her.
"Why are you doing this to me please leave me" she said her voice is barely hearable.
Just then he shut the laptop and started going towards her with predatory steps.
She flinched and moved backward.
"P-Please s-st...
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(An – Aadvika, Harsh and Stalker)
Her heart raced wildly, distrust and fear swirling together in her chest. She couldn't bear to trust someone who thrived on exploiting her loneliness, someone who twisted her emotions and scared her with his sharp words.
She wiggled in his unrelenting grip, desperate to break free. “Leave me alone, please,” she whispered, her trembling voice barely audible.
“You’re shaking.” His deep voice reached her ears, calm yet intense, making her hyper-aware of her vulnerable state.
“Your clothes are wet. Let’s get you out of here,” he said, his tone unexpectedly laced with concern. The unexpected tenderness in his voice made her heart flutter against her will, conflicting with the wariness that clung to her.
His grip on her waist slackened, giving her the space she so desperately sought. He stepped back, and the sound of the door opening echoed in the tense silence.
Instinctively, she turned her head toward the sound, watching as he left without another word.
She exhaled shakily, her hand moving to her soaked clothes that clung to her body uncomfortably. Slowly, she stepped out of the bathroom, scanning the room cautiously. Her gaze landed on a towel and fresh clothes lying nearby. She grabbed them and retreated back to the bathroom, her mind replaying the ominous reality—he was always watching.
She knew he had installed a camera in her room, monitoring her every move as if he owned her. Yet, he remained a stranger. She had never seen his face, only felt his presence, his touch—a touch that unsettled her soul.
Her thoughts spun chaotically as she peeled off her damp clothes and slipped into her nightwear. The warmth of the dry fabric was a small relief, but her unease lingered.
