Hey Sunflower

Hey Sunflower

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As I held the bloody note in my hand I looked up at him shaking... Questioning... Hating... "Why..?" The only word that escaped my lips, in a shaky mumble, though his reply just being a soft chuckle as he stroked and traced my face with his bloody hands - possibly more bloody than the note. He leaned in and hesitated for a second before kissing me softly, all of my hatred for him in the moment turned sweet and I couldn't help but kiss back with the same softness. He pulled away with a grin, his hand under my chin making me look up at him. "Because.. I love you, Sunflower." His grin turned childish as he leaned in again, his words repeating in my head. "I... Love you too." I mumble back as he kisses me again. ********************************************************* Marcus Young wakes up one day, it being an ordinary day, and checks the mailbox as he pulls out a strange letter with a sunflower wax stamp seal. For a good while he keeps getting these letters and they keep getting weirder, until one day they just... Stop. From this point on, he will never have a normal day again. ********************************************************* Your casual stalker x victim scenario story, hope you enjoy though.
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"I'm not afraid of you," I tried to say confidently. He smirked while placing his hands on my hips. My breathing stopped for a few seconds but then continued when I remembered my goal was to be courageous. He licked a spot on my neck, and I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He gently wrapped a hand around my neck. "You might sound confident, but I can taste the fear," he whispered into my ear. His voice was very intimidating and almost sent tingles down my spine. ALMOST. But I was done being afraid of this monster. I was done feeling inferior to him. "There's no doubt that you taste fear. Here's the real question: is it my fear that you taste, or is it yours?" I asked bravely. I gasped when he tightened his hold a little and pinned me to the wall. I stared into his cold eyes as he stared into mine. He smirked when our breathing came to a match. Then he did the last thing I would expect: he kissed me. Warning: This story has mature contents.

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