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WARMING: Mentions of stalking that some people may find distressing.
"Eleanora, wow, you're even prettier in person." The man admired the Mexican girl who he was currently sitting with in a park somewhere in London.
He hadn't harmed her but he had confiscated the model's phone after she had tried to send a pin of her location to the number that James had texted her. She had no idea if it had worked or not but regardless of if it had, it no longer mattered because she sent the text back when they were outside of the building where Eleanora had had her weigh in.
"You're not very talkative, my love." The brunette girl shuddered at his words. She had no idea who this guy was but he seemed to know everything about her and that unsettled her greatly.
"I don't even know you." Eleanora's voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke to the mysterious man for the first time since he had taken her to the park.
The pair were sitting on the swings, slowly swaying back and forth as the sun set and the darkness of the night started to fade in. This made Eleanora nervous because she had no idea what the man's ideas were for the night and if they included her in any way.
"I'm Jordan, your soul mate." The man, who Eleanora now knew was called Jordan, spoke with a bitter laugh. How could she not know his name? He had been talking to her for hours now, making sure to tell his future wife everything there was to know about himself.
"It's getting pretty late, I should probably head home but if you give me your number, maybe we could meet up another time?" The model had no plans of meeting up with her stalker anytime soon but she hoped that it would give the man hope and that he would let her away safely.
"No, I don't think so." His voice indicated that he was becoming nervous. Why was she trying to get away from him? He knew what her plan was and he was having none of it.
As Jordan started to take a few steps towards the scared girl, Eleanora heard a voice.
She looked around and didn't see anyone which made her think that perhaps it was all a dream.
"Nora!" The voice called out again and as she looked up, she saw the familiar blonde hair of her new friend.
"Police! Step away from the girl." Jordan stepped away from the brunette model, holding his hands up in surrender.
The police officers nodded their heads at the model, letting her know that she was safe to move away but she was frozen in her spot. The fear took over her body and neither her fight or flight instinct took place.
"Nora," James noticed how shaken up the young girl was and so he stepped forward with the permission of the officers and approached the model.
"You're safe." The fear in Eleanora's eyes were enough for James to press his lips to her forehead before pulling her into a tight hug.
