The Stalker-- sorry My Stalker

Chapter 1: Cuts

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Do you ever have that feeling of pure fear? The type of fear where you sense it. You can not feel it physically, even though it'll find a way to hurt you both ways. It's like that feeling when you're all alone in your house, and you hear a sound.

It was the feeling of immense fear. Darkness circulating my vision. I heard my heart pumping ferociously through my ear. Illuminating with the thoughts of unknown.

I heard indistinct sounds coming from the far corner. Which rose my anxiety. Sky rocketing my nerves and creating the only illusions I could think of.

Where am I? Why am I here? Please be a dream please be a dream. Nightmare correction.

This wasn't the fear where it was there and left soon after. This was a lingering ever so silently.

I was shaking.

It was worse than the tiny fears of unknown. Like when you're in the schools' bathroom, the bathroom stall creaks, but you're the only person there. While you're looking at the bathroom stall like what the fuck? Then some chick walks in, asking why you look so freaked out, but you just leave trying not to suffer further embarrassment when you know in reality she should mind her own business—

Whatever.

If anyone ever felt like that then multiply that feeling by a thousand, Add a dark room.

Physical and mental fear were evolving in my mind, once I felt the presence of someone else. I hope this is all a dream and Thomas took me somewhere. The fact I didn't know where I was..

Where I last was. Where was I last? Crap what? There was nothing, but darkness in the empty room.

Maybe it wasn't a room at all.

My thoughts diverted to what had me constrained, I started hyperventilating.

My hands had something leathery around it. Enclosing each hand to one another. Closed tightly. My feet were bound as well.

Maybe if this was some kinky move my boyfriend made it would've felt better.

However, I doubt he even knew where I was. Let alone do something like this.

As well as my hands being closed my mouth was covered over with a cloth. Unbearably hard to move. I moved my lips.

However, I did not realize how hard that was. The pain started escalating up my body.

It felt like almost an electric shock twisted my body every time I moved.

However my dumbass still moved.

I moved and struggled, sitting in a chair I suppose. I moved my arm over, twisting it pulling while falling back in the process.

Along with something falling. I heard the sound. Glass breaking.

It happened exactly when I yanked my arm and fell. My hand was tied with a leather garment, and I suppose whatever was connected to the leather material made the glass object fall.