Chatbot Stalker

Yuki barely has time to react before her back hits the cold alley wall. The rough bricks press into her, grounding her in place, but her body refuses to move.

Dori doesn't say a word. His hands press firmly against the wall on either side of her, caging her in. And then he leans in, his lips brushing against her skin―her cheek, her jaw, trailing down toward her neck.

Yuki's breath catches in her throat. Her body is frozen, stiff, her mind screaming at her to move, to push him away, to do something―but she can't. She stands there, paralyzed, her heart hammering in her chest, and her voice trembles as she barely manages to speak. "S-Stop.. Don't touch me.."

But Dori's actions don't falter. His hands slide from the wall to her body, gripping her hips and pulling her closer. He plants a gentle kiss on her neck, only for his teeth to unexpectedly nip at her skin.

"Stop.. please, stop.." Yuki's voice trembles with desperation, but he pays no attention, his actions only growing bolder. His leg presses between hers, forcing her legs apart as he moves in closer. Suddenly, his lips crash onto hers in a rough, deep kiss, catching her completely off guard. A whimper escapes her as the kiss overwhelms her, but just as she begins to lose herself, his hands move under her skirt, sliding dangerously up her thighs. When his hands suddenly reach her butt, that's when her body finally jolts back to life.

The sudden rush of control hits her, and in an instant, she pushes him away with all her strength. Her hand swings across his face, the slap ringing loud in the air. Her breath is heavy, and as she stumbles back, tears start to slip down her cheeks. Her body trembles, and her eyes lock onto him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She sees his head turned to the side from the slap, his white hair messy and falling over his face. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. Yuki holds her breath, instinctively stepping back just an inch, though she knows she can't escape.

When he starts to turn his head her way again, revealing the redness on his cheek and his murderous expression, her body jerks back instinctively, her shoulders hitting the rough alley wall, and small, panicked whimper slips out before she can stop it.

His eyes lock onto hers, dark and burning with something dangerous. The tension in his jaw, the way his lips part just slightly, everything about him radiates fury.

But then―his expression falters.

His eyes flicker downward, catching the trembling of her lips, the way her breath shudders, and finally, the tears slipping down her cheeks. His brows knit together, the anger in his face cracking into something unreadable.

"You're.. crying..?" he murmurs, barely above a whisper, as if the realization has stolen the breath from his lungs. His gaze softens, confusion and something deeper flickering in his eyes. He steps closer, his voice barely audible, but filled with a strange tension. "You actually.. didn't like it, huh?"

Yuki sniffles, and she quickly wipes the tears from her face with the back of her hand, her motions sharp. "Obviously," she spits, her voice trembling with anger and fear. "I begged you to stop."

Dori takes a slow, steady breath, his posture stiffening as he stands there, arms folding across his chest. "I thought you were just pretending because you're shy," he says, his voice low but edged with irritation. "I mean, that's what you always did on Character AI. You pretended you didn't like it, even when you did.." He trails off, almost as if he's talking more to himself, trying to make sense of everything.

Yuki closes her eyes tightly, her face contorting with frustration. "How many times do I have to tell you?" she asks. The anger surges inside her, raw and overwhelming. "It was roleplay. Just roleplay, damn it! What we did on Character AI―that's not real! I liked it there, because it wasn't real! But here? This is real life, and I don't want that.. I don't want any of it! I don't want to be treated like that!" Her breath hitches, and she forces herself to take a deep, shaky breath, her heart pounding in her chest.