Anonymous: Stalked

Chapter 11: Twisted Lust

Chapter 11: Twisted Lust
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I could not stop thinking about the other night. I twisted and squirmed in my bed just thinking about the moment I had with Anon. I revisited it all the time, my stomach filled with butterflies, and I begged for his touch. I didn't know how but I was falling in love with him so fast. I couldn't contain myself around him. Yet I was still jumping back and forth between my emotions I felt for him. Did I only want his touch or did I want his love?

Just the thought of him... His charming smile and his eyes... Those damn eyes...

I quickly propped myself up from my bed then yawned quietly. I stretched my arms and legs then let out a quick sigh. After that, I got up from my bed and started towards the bathroom. I rubbed my eyes while I opened up the door to the bathroom, then I flicked on the light. The light-filled the room quickly, making me squint my eyes from the strain.

I stepped towards the bathroom counter and looked at the multiple skincare bottles I had on the counter. Luckily after everything was moved from my apartment to here I had more of my own things to use. After I had wet my face I picked up one of the morning cleansing face washes and squirted a small amount into my hand. I massaged my face slowly with the face wash, feeling refreshed, and much cleaner.

When I was done taking care of myself in the bathroom I had left towards the closet. Once I reached my closet I heard the door open quietly, as if they were trying not to make a single sound. I poked my head out of my closet to notice Chase standing there. "Um, hey Chase?" I said in a confused tone as he walked in while closing the door behind him.

His bright blue eyes stared right back at me and his lips formed a slight grin once he saw me. "I um..." Chase began. "I came in here to... Well, apologize."
I gave him a confused look.

"For what?" I questioned him hesitantly.

"Well, for texting you that night. You know, I threatened you with that picture." He said looking down to the ground now, shamefully as he clenched his hands, his words coming out slowly.

"Wait... Chase, you did that?" I questioned him furrowing my brows at him.

He looked up at me slowly.
"Yes, " It quietly escaped from his lips, written with guilt all over it.

"I can't- I can't believe you did that to me!" I yelled at him putting my hand up to my forehead then dragging it down in anger.

"Well, at least I'm apologizing now." He said to me, the guiltiness and shamefulness leaving from him as if he only showed those emotions at first to put on an act, to make me feel sorry for him.

I was mad now. I could tell by the slight smirk on his face and the tone in his voice as it changed ever so slightly, that he was not sorry. I could tell he enjoyed this. He enjoyed mocking me, my empathy, my fear from that night, and how it made him feel. He thrived off of it. Every second of it.

"You bitch," I said as I stood there strongly looking up to him as he took a few steps closer to me, locking the door behind him.
"What? why-" I started then was startled by him getting immensely close to me. I shivered.

"To admit it, " he looked at me with a lustful look, "I enjoyed every bit of it." He grinned.

"You fucking prick! You creep!" I said aggressively in his face putting my hands on his chest, slightly pushing him away from me. I was no match for him.

"I know you beg for my touch. I know you want me." He said not even affected by me pushing him.

He was wrong. I wanted nothing to do with him. He only scared me is what he did. I didn't want this, I was not enjoying this.