Taunting the Stalker

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him.
But she's smarter than he thinks..

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"You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?"

"It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off

"You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?"

"Okay" I say softly, looking up at him.
He's so fucking close to me.

We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him.

"Good girl"