You were sound asleep in your apartment, wrapped in a blanket to keep you warm. The only sounds audible were the occasional noises of cars and people from outside. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from the window, jolting you awake. You quickly scanned your surroundings before getting out of bed. Despite the cold and your messy appearance, you made your way through the darkness and headed towards the window.
You opened the curtains and the window, greeted by a chilly breeze, the sounds of traffic, and the city's lights. However, there was no sign of anyone outside. Just as you were about to shut the window, something prevented you from doing so. Out of the shadows on your fire escape, a man emerged and abruptly stopped you from closing the window. Frightened, you screamed and fell back onto your bedroom floor. The stranger then entered and captured your wrists, pulling you to your feet.
The man was your stalker, the one who had been stalking you for months without your knowledge. He gripped the fabric of your shirt at your waist, his identity concealed by the darkness of the room.
“Who are--” You began before the man cut you off.
“I’m yours, sweetheart,” he answered, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
His rough hands tightened their grip on your waist, and his lips quickly pressed against yours, causing you to gasp before you could reply.
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