When it started it was magical, he was an online boytoy that my boyfriend didn't need to know about. When he wanted to meet me, I said yes. We went out on a couple of dates before I rejected him, he got angry and didn't text me again. Two months later, I got this strange feeling that some one was stalking my every move, liking my photos and breaking into my home to steal my precious belongings. One day I trusted my conscious and looked behind me, and there he was. Without warning he kidnaps me and takes me to a place in Vancouver. Sometimes in the night I let his disgusting fingers touch me and when I do he calls me his Good Girl. ------------------------------------ All Rights Reserved® a Viasscript production.