It’s been months, and you’ve been terrified by him. He breaks in at night, sneaks roses and letters. He fallows you around and terrorises you. He has an obsession, an addiction to you. You will be his whether you like it or not….

“No one here to save you?” He stared down at you his eyes cold and lustful. “Why the hell would I need saved, Zade? You going to hurt me?” You say anxiety creeping in.

He lifts his head, a wicked smirk is plastered on his face. He’s trying to remind himself that he won’t hurt you, but the image of you under him, that is tempting. He was trying to remind himself that only a week ago he was on your bed all sad and vulnerable. He was trying to remind himself that he is above abuse and stuff. But he couldn’t the devil was offering him something that he couldn’t refuse.

He had given in to temptation.

“I am going to ruin you” He corrects you. And fear starts to flood your brain.

He stalks closer. He is terrifying. For the first time in a long time you are scared of Zade.

“Run” he growls

“If I catch you I fuck you”