“Back in Le Grande… there was this… guy.”
 
 “I thought you were a lesbian?” Jamie asks hesitantly. And I surprisingly find it in me to huff a short laugh.
 
 “I am. Wasn’t like that. He was a bit… obsessed, I guess. The cops didn’t do anything, said not to worry, it would pass, so I ignored it…” My throat closes off, and as my chest contracts as I hold back a sob.
 
 “I shouldn’t have ignored it.”
 
 “Fuck.” She pulls back and clamps her hands on my shoulders, beautiful, hazel eyes looking anguished. I hate that it’s my fault. “Fuck, Fiona.” Her forehead is lined with worry. “Are you saying you have a stalker?”
 
 I nod slowly, somehow coming to the realization for the first time myself. He really is a… a stalker.
 
 My stalker.
 
 “And… he, uh.” Fuck. “His-his name?—”
 
 “What’s his name, Fiona?” A moment passes. Then another. “Fiona, this is important. What’s his name?”
 
 “Lars,” I choke, hating that the first time I finally fucking say it is to Jamie. “His name is Lars.”
 
 To be continued…
 
 ABOUT MARIE ANN
 
 Marie Ann is a writer of dark and depraved romance with a proclivity for the weird and unorthodox. You can find her on almost all forms of social media where her awkwardness is blatantly obvious, but we pretend it isn’t.
 
 Stalk her.
 
 authormarieann.com
 
 ALSO BY MARIE ANN
 
 Standalones:
 
 My Lovely Tragedy, Inevitable Destruction, Quiet Is the Night Now, Strangled, Abysmal, Fragmented Illusions
 
 Visceral Series:
 
 Make Me Pretty: Vol One, Make Me Scream: Visceral Vol Two (Coming Soon)
 
 Poetry:
 
 Skin&Bone, Mea Culpa
 
 The Desecration of Justice
 
 The House of Machiavellianism
 
 Julie Anne Addicott
 
 CONTENT WARNING
 
 Pyrophobia, pyromania, arson, murder, branding, burning, torture, mutilation, cannibalism, sexual, physical, and psychological abuse, stalking, violence
 
 Author’s note
 
 Julie Anne Addicott is an Australian author and writes in British English.
 
 This story is set in fictional locations based in Australia.