Horror is consuming her mind, her entire world seems to be collapsing before the man who is standing infront of her with his hidden and masked face like always. She wants to scream but her voice betrays her like always. She wants to hit him, wants t...
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Walking through the corridor of our college like a lost puppy, i zone out with my zigzag thoughts about the current phase of my life and incidents occuring on it.
My shadow monster hasn't come to see me face to face again for the next two days after that night. He didn't break into my apartment again. Or i can say he couldn't because i actually changed my security system again. And this time i added a lock on my door which requires my fingerprints so no one other than me can unlock the door of my apartment.
That night when he caught me while i was running away, then he dragged me, took me to my room, eaten me out as his dinner and then lastly fucked me so hard, a very decent part of me was shaken from my place that night. After that night, i knew, i knew if i let him do things to me further, i could get terribly addicted to his madness. And addiction to the madness of a man whose identity is as black as the soul of a devil, whose whole actual existence is under the extensive fog, about whom i know nothing and moreover whose actions are not less than a sadistic psychopath, it's the last thing that should happen in my life. So the next day after that night, i changed my lock.
After that night, though i had changed my lock, still for the following two days, more particularly nights, i couldn't sleep well thinking he might just break into my house miraculously. I couldn't help but thinking that he would pop up anytime in my room and then he would do all those soul shaking things to me again. But well something like that never happened.
No comments on his gifts and flowers though. They came as usual like before. Well about his communication system, it has improved from hand written letters to texts for past few days also.
Even last night when i was banging my head on the head of my bed due to the frustration over my academic life, he sent me a text that time saying,
"Doll, my sweet, silly, apathatic Doll . You thought you could stop me from coming to your apartment and *coming* down inside of your sweet cunt by changing your lock? Mmmh it's cute that you have the audacity to underestimate me on this way. You will face it's consequences once i catch you again Doll. "
And to it's reply i texted back,
" Shut with your nonsense, you can't break to my apartment anymore as the lock system only accepts my fingerprints. You belong to the dark and shadows, so stay there and creep from there. You can't come near to me anymore."
As for response, he texted me back,
" We will see about that. By the way, your cat hairband looks cute on your head. It just opened a new kink for me. If i will have the mood, then i will tell you about it the next time i meet you. "
And his mention to my hairband nearly had me a heart attack because that time i was actually wearing that thing on my head. It made me question if the creep has some cameras inside of my apartment or not ! So i immediately searched up for hidden cameras that i thought he had set, but for my dissapointment, i could find nothing. Absolutely nothing even after my crazy search. . .
