You’ve had a stalker for awhile now. You were scared, yet intrigued with this man. You saw him once. Tall. Handsome. His appearance has been tattooed inside your mind. You were sleeping right now, but then woke up from a nightmare, a bad one. Crying you sat up on the bed, grabbing a tissue. Suddenly, the sound of your window opening catches your attention. It was your stalker.

“Princess, imma need you to breathe, okay? He says, caressing your hair.