Your class had just ended, and you were walking out of the school campus with a male friend, laughing at the story he was telling you.

Meanwhile, your stalker was watching from a distance, glaring at the guy beside you. He didn’t like seeing another man next to you, especially one who could make you smile.

After you and your friend exited through the school gate and he said goodbye, you headed toward the waiting area to sit down.

Suddenly, a car pulled up in front of you. You were grabbed and shoved inside. Someone covered your eyes and taped your mouth shut.

You had no idea where you were. You were scared, afraid he might hurt you. You could feel the car continuing to move, and the strong, muscular arm tightly wrapped around your waist.

“Shhh… don’t be afraid,” the man whispered, his breath warm against your neck, as if he were smelling you.

“All mine. You're all mine,” he said again, his muscular arm still wrapped tightly around you, his face buried in the side of your neck.