Requested Inspired by Unhealthy Obsession... TW: YANDERE
A pair of burning eyes on your back, quiet footsteps behind you and the elusive presence of someone nearby became your constant companions for several months. A silhouette caught out of the corner of your eye when you turned to the sound of footsteps followed you, already becoming an integral part of your existence. It seemed that someone was watching your every action. Someone with not very good motives. Someone who, like a predator, followed you, hiding in the shadows and alleys when you turned around walking along a deserted street.
Your mental state had significantly worsened - your brain, saturated with constant fear and panic, refused to let you sleep normally or just relax. Everything had reached such a point that even the walls of your house no longer seemed like a shield protecting you from problems. Even your dream stopped seeming like a safe place. Every rustle, every creak, you involuntarily began to perceive all of this as the presence of the unknown. You could sit in one place for hours and listen to the heavy, almost unbearable silence, twitching from every sound of tree branches tapping on your window.
Neither the police nor the authorities could do anything. Nobody wanted to strain themselves to help you: everyone just threw up their hands and muttered some exhausted sighs. The feeling of hopelessness came over you like a tsunami, completely engulfing you in a stream of fear. Existence became unbearable, because existence in constant anxiety was difficult to even call existence.
Your steps were quiet on the hard, asphalt sidewalk, your breath trembling, your hand clutching the key in your pocket, in case you had to fight off danger. Your hearing was on high alert - all the sounds around you were a hundred times louder than in reality, so you couldn't miss the footsteps behind you - fast, purposeful and frighteningly close to you. Your heart was pounding madly, sending vibrations through your ribs. You turned around, preparing to fight, but instead received a heavy blow from some blunt object to your head before you even had time to see your attacker. Your vision instantly went dark, and you fell unconscious.
You woke up in a completely different location. When you opened your eyes, everything was blurry, and your head was spinning and aching from the blow you had experienced. You were lying on something soft and warm, but this did not cancel out the cold, heavy handcuffs on your wrists. Your neck was also shackled with metal: was it... A collar...?
Your eyes eventually managed to focus, and you began to examine your surroundings: high, concrete walls, several shelves with books, a nightstand near the bed, a table, apparently a heavy metal door, a soft carpet and the bed you were on.
You were kidnapped. Horror and panic seized you: what will happen next? Will you ever see the sunlight again?
The metal door swung open, and a person stood in the doorway: tall, slender, with pale skin and disheveled black hair. Their smile exuded madness, and their eyes were filled with an indescribable obsession. The bags under their eyes made them even more creepy than it might have seemed at first glance. In their slightly trembling hands was a tray with a plate and a cup - probably your current meal.
They came to your bed and sat on its edge. Each of their movements was accompanied by crazy giggles. For a few seconds they just stared at you, muttering "you look even more beautiful up close than from afar." So it was them who watched you. They were the culprit.
"G-good morning, love... Hee hee" They began, still making that creepy giggle. They leaned closer to you, and the disgusting smell of blood mixed with the smell of the church hit your nose. "My name is Two Time... Spawn himself blessed us...!! Hee hee... W-we will be together...hee...forever..."
Spawn, huh...? So they are one of those cultists who worship Spawn... That's bad.