The Chase

"Shh, my little songbird. Don't make a noise," The gruff voice of a deeper tone whispered in the hollow of my ear. "I wouldn't want to cut you," I could hear the smile in his voice. "Or maybe you'd like that." I whimpered as the blade dug slightly into my skin, squirming in his hold which only made it worse.

Tears welled in my eyes but not a breath left my lips. My hands were pressed against the wall.

His hand slowly released my mouth, shushing in my ear to keep me quiet. But I don't think I could speak even if I could.

His hand glided down my waist, feeling the curves of my stomach and groaning. He pushed me back against him, digging the knife farther into my skin to the point I felt a drop of blood trickle down my thigh.

I whimpered again, pursing my lips, scared for the sound that just left them as I felt the blade dig over my skin.

A hand suddenly tangled in my hair, pulling my head to the side but not enough for me to see who it was.

I felt the hot breath on my neck, causing a shiver to wash over me.

Soft lips skimmed over my skin, and it was then that I took in a deep breath. I felt his smile against my neck, before a soft kiss was laid upon it.

"Think of me," He whispered, trailing his lips down my neck. "When you rub your little pussy in front of that camera."

My heart sunk in my chest, eyes wide as my breathing stopped once more. Oh my god. 

I felt him tuck something into my fishnets, when his finger skimmed over my lips.

"Now do me a favor, precious, and count to ten before turning around."

His body released off of mine, embracing it in the cold away from the warmth he provided.

I mentally counted to ten, too in shock of what happened to even turn around and get a glance.

When the time had passed, I took a hesitant step back. My hands and legs trembled, and my knees nearly locked as I looked down the empty hallway.

Something poked and Something stung my right leg, and I looked down, wishing I hadn't.

My eyes widened, seeing the tulip stuck in the strings of my fishnets, but that's not even what scared me the most.

It was the bright red, crimson pouring the letter Z engraved into my thigh.

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I pulled the covers over Kai, fluffing her pillow a bit more before leaving her where she slept on the couch. I grabbed a small trash can, changing the bag and laying it by her head for the morning.

I walked up the stairs and to the bathroom with a slight limp, holding my dress up and quickly stripping off my fishnets.

My lip wobbled at the look of the fiery red letter, grabbing a washcloth and beginning to clean up the now dried blood.

In my cabinet I reached for the first aid kit, spreading ointment on it and covering it with a big bandaid.

I tried to act calm, but in my mind I was screaming and running frantically while sobbing.

This…this man. My stalker had followed me to the club, and now I can see he was more dangerous than a low-life.

I could still feel him. The way his body pressed against me, encapsulated me. He was big, very big. The width of his body overextended mine, and the feel of his hands could nearly hold my entire waist.

I bit down on my wobbling bottom lip, spreading the bandaid over the wound and letting my dress drop back down as I exited.

"Think of me when you rub your little pussy in front of the camera,"

I shivered at just the thought of his words, the sound of his voice with a threatening tint.

He knows my face, and I'd bet he knows my name. I guarantee that was him banging on the door two nights ago.

I gulped, looking around my room. What was I even to do? The police are very obviously useless.

There was no help besides Kai who couldn't do much either.

That thought sunk in deep in my core, causing a tremble to set upon my body.

This man was more than likely out to hurt me. He could be a murderer for all I know, and I could be his prey.

And there was no one to help.

I looked back to the bandage on my leg, and then moving to the flower on my nightstand.

The perfect tulip, no leaves, a subtle pink.

No one had given me flowers before. I had barely even had a date before, always been so invested in my writing and researching.

I had always wished for flowers — but now I wish I hadn't.

I moved back on the bed to take off my dress, laying it in my dirty laundry then changing into a pair of orange Halloween themed pajama pants with a loose tank top.

I pushed my hair away from my shoulders, sitting back down on my bed.

But something caught my eye as I gazed briefly around the room.

A light. A red light. Blinking.

My brows furrowed, and I looked in the direction where I saw a blink.

I hesitantly stood up, pushing myself off my bed and walking to the wall across from me. Behind my shelf of books, was a tiny blinking red light.

My eyes widened around the edges, and I shakily lifted my hand to grab the tiny piece in my bookshelf.

I examined the small, black bit, watching the light blink at me and the glass reflect me.

Is this…

Oh my GOD!

My breath picked up in unsteady breaths, my fingers still locked around what appeared to be a small camera.

It wasn't just a fact there was a camera in my bedroom, but the fact in here was where I solely did my videos.

My stomach churned at the thought of that sicko creep watching me while I…performed. To the point with the emotions mixed with previous alcohol, I dropped the camera and ran down the hall, flipping the toilet seat up and letting my stomach empty.

I puked all the alcohol and food I consumed at the bar, before slumping by the toilet after with a light cold sweat layering my neck.

I looked around, spotting the hammer that I, for whatever reason, had on the back of my toilet. Weakly I pushed myself up and grabbed it, going back into my room with one hand curled around my abdominal.

I spotted the disgusting device laying, blinking on my floor and I threw the hammer down upon it with a yelp. It shattered into pieces on the ground, but I continued to hit it until it was tiny little shards of technology.

I wiped my forehead with my arm, putting down the hammer and slumping back against the wall.

My chest heaved with a new sense of fear, and I felt my heart pounding against my chest cavity.

I clenched my chest through my shirt, heavy gasps leaving my lips.

I'm going to freaking die.

My lower lip began to tremble as my eyes filled with puddles. This can't be happening to me.

I can't deal with this.

Finally I let out a shattered sob that echoed around my room, curling my knees into my chest and crying.

God help me.