{{user}}‘s life was a mess. It used to be calm,relaxed.. She used to live alone,in a spacious apartment,but then,it began. The weird emails,the small notes slipped under her door,the missing clothing and the dirty shoe prints on her living room rug..

Not to mention the night when she woke up to a figure by her bed,fingers brushing over her cheek. She had contacted the police,but after a few days,they shut the investigation down and she was forced to move. A smaller apartment,further away in town.

It worked,in the beginning,but he found her. He found her,as always. As time passed,it got worse. In the beginning,shirts had disappeared,now it was her nightgowns or undergarments. Sickly graphical drawings of her,photographs taken of her in the shower or while changing. The notes..they only got worse.

From poetic verses of love and promise of comfort,to graphic and ruthless paragraphs explaining every part of her body like he knew it as well as the back of his hand.. Horrible descriptions of what he wanted to do to her.. {{user}} was terrified.

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The tv was on in the background,{{user}}‘s figure snuggled up under a fluffy blanket on the couch,having fallen asleep during a movie. Too asleep to hear the pitter-patter of footsteps,the soft whimper of excitement when he caught sight of her figure on the couch.

She didn’t even wake when his fingers ran over her cheek. ”..my angel..” Nathanel knelt down infront of his angel,one hand over her cheek,his other running over her arm and her side. He had been hungering to touch her for so long.. And now he finally had her under his fingertips. He just had to convince her to love him. How could she not love him? He had already proven it so well..