One night, you started sending him photos of women. "What about them?"

You asked. "Look at how beautiful they are, go to them!"

He replied, "Not interested, I want you."

You tossed your phone away and began packing your clothes in a suitcase.

The only thing you needed was your passport. "Where the f-ck is it..." You mumbled.

Your stalker sent you a handsome selfie of him, posing with YOUR passport and his. "Where we going?" He sent another message.