Page 100 of Stalker's Toy

This time I'm the stalker in the night. This time it's all for her.

Her eyes flick back to me as the buildings blur past, the lights getting fewer and dimmer.

The car dips down an alley, down another, and then we're there.

Outside, you wouldn't know what it is.

A couple of scantily clad bodies loiter in the shadows, their presence the only real clue.

I park and watch her eyes grow wide.

She steps out of the car, looking around, taking it all in.

There's a moment where she hesitates, where the pull of the unknown almost loses to fear, but then she moves forward.

It sends a jolt through me.

I move in close, my words hot against her ear. "You didn't think I'd take you here, did you?"

Her reaction is priceless, a mix of surprise and something else. Something like hunger.

Inside, it's chaos and order all at once.

I pull her away from the main crowd, far enough that the chatter turns to a low hum, like bees around a hive.

I love it, this part, seeing her submerged in a world she's never touched.

It's like tossing a kitten into a wolf pack.

Only she's the one with the real claws.

I feel her watching the people.

It's like she's collecting them in her mind, storing their images for later.

Some of them I know by name, most I don't.

Here, names don't mean a fucking thing.

"Henrik..." she starts, but I cut her off with a glance.

I whisper into her ear, a declaration and a command. "You're gonnalove it here."

There's a checkpoint where I hand off the keys for a moment.

My shirt comes off, and I toss it aside.

It's not what she's used to seeing.

Jeans hang low on my hips, the denim rubbing against her soft fabric as I pull her back to me.

I move to her next.

A quick pull and she's left with a bra, stockings, and those big-ass boots.

So much of her is exposed already, and I can tell by her nerves that she doesn't know just how much more is about to be.

There's a silence in her that's louder than anything else.

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