Page 12 of Obsessive Stalker

Right now, I pity Kristen. She’s more innocent than she thinks, inexperienced not only in sex but in the ways of evil men as well. The daughter of a man who built his empire on the backs of others, exploiting human beings and corrupt governments in order to add more money to his own bank accounts.

“Your father is a bad man,” I say to her.

“What do you know? Why are you saying that?”

I shake my head. I don’t want to go on, feeling protective of my new treasure and her heart. She’s gone through enough already – most of it, my fault. I don’t want to be the one to reveal to Kristen that her father is a monster.

“What do you mean, he’s a bad man?” she asks again.

I hear the rapid staccato of helicopter blades, far above us but descending fast. The pilot lands in the clearing in front of us, flooding the dark woods around us with light and gust of air.

“Come,” I say, releasing Kristen from the straps that bind her in place to her seat.

Not trusting her to comply, to walk to the helicopter on her own two feet, I lift her out of the car and carry her in my arms.

I expect her to fight me, to wrestle away, but she doesn’t. Instead, she leans her head against me. I wonder if she’s even aware of the way she nuzzles my chest, the way that her body continues to betray her by giving into mine.

6

Kristen

All around me is softness.

I roll over in the bed, enjoying the way the silky sheets feel against my bare skin. And thesmell.The smell of the bed is like heaven, like pine trees and leather and fresh rain.

It smells just like…

“Fuck,” I gasp, sitting up in the bed, realizing it’s not my own. In my grogginess, it takes me a moment to realize I’m completely naked from head to toe, the comforter falling down into my lap and leaving my breasts exposed to the air, exposed to Damien who’s standing at the end of the bed.

He’s half dressed in only a pair of loose gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, exposing the stretch of skin above his groin that is sprinkled with dark hair, the lines on hips that go inward and disappear beneath the waistband, leading to his cock.

“Glad you’re awake,” he says. “Breakfast will be here shortly.”

Like a picture coming into focus, I gradually remember the details of yesterday.

My mom’s visit. Damien, breaking in. My attempted escape and subsequently, allowing him to put his fingers down my shorts, to put his fingersinsideof me and bring me to orgasm as though he’s not every bit the terrifying kidnapping monster that he is, welcoming him inside of my body as though he’s not the same man I’ve been hiding from for over a month.

I remember getting into the helicopter but after that, nothing.

“Did you fucking drug me?” I ask him, pulling the blankets over my body.

“What?”

“You,” I say. “You knocked me out. You did something to me after we got into the helicopter. I know it.”

Damien stares at me. His face looks truly blank, no hint of malice or trickery in them, no hint of a smile or a smirk.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he says in a low voice. “You fell asleep in the helicopter and then again in the car on the way here. You were so tired when we got here, I carried you upstairs and put you in bed. You slept through it all.”

I shake my head, not believing that I could possibly fall asleep last night under such terrifying circumstances. I run my hands over my body beneath the blanket, my breasts, stomach, hips, down to my vulva where I expect to feel…

Different?

I expect to feel different. Because if Damien drugged me and slept with me last night, I want to know. And I expect that losing my virginity would have some sort of physical evidence, some soreness between my legs…or maybe even blood on the sheets. But when I check, there’s nothing.

Damien watches me do this, his face going from blank to angry.

“You insult me, darling,” he says. “What are you looking for? If you’re expecting evidence that I assaulted you in your sleep, you won’t find it. I told you before, the only way I’ll touch you in that way, is if you consent…preferably while begging on your knees for me.”

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