Watching Her.

Watching Her.

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{ Melanie - The Prey } I can never escape him. He watches my every move, every breath, everything. He never shows his face. He rarely makes his presents known. Until now. He told me he would never hurt me. He said he would protect me. He is always near me. I can feel him watching. I feel him lurking. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence when I saw him almost everyday.. That was until I saw him outside my house. Just looking at me. I could only see his smile. His smile wasn't inviting. It was pure evil. He wants me to give in. But how will I ever give into someone who stalks me? { Logan - The Hunter } She will never escape me. I watch her. I will never bring harm to her. But I intend to play along that line. Once I saw her, I knew I could never let her go. I'll make her never want to leave me. She will give in. She will need me. I watch her every move. I follow her. I know everything about her. Yet she knows nothing about me. That will change soon. I promise, my baby. Things take time. And I intend on waiting as long as I need to.
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You know that you shouldn't walk home alone after work, yet the idea of waking Sergei just to escort you seems silly. Kraven doesn't appreciate it when you fail to keep your word; it's time for you to get a taste of what it feels like to be his prey. "I thought I told you to call me when you finished work?" he whispers directly into your ear. Your eyes widen, muffled words of relief falling against his hand. You struggle beneath him, the burning in your lungs growing to be too much for you to bear. His arms tighten around you, a low chuckle reverberating through him and down across your back. You can feel every hard line of him moving against you. You whine, straining against him. The edges of your vision are beginning to look like static. "I-I didn't want to bother you, Sergei. It's two in the morning. I'm sorry-" "If you're sorry, you must want to make it up to me, yes?" he asks. You nod, words muffled against his skin as you try to answer him. He laughs, low and dark. It sends a thrill of excitement through you. "Good. Then you won't mind if I choose how that happens." - This can be read as a stand-alone, or a sequel to (give me one more) night with you.

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