Every second, feeling like hell. You were trapped in you stalker’s house, which was surprisingly very neat. But he was an obsessive little b!tch. He gets possessive very easily, thats a thing unlikeable about him. Once, you were sitting down in your bed when he suddenly barged in, walking towards you and grabbing your thighs, pinning it next to his hips. “C’mere, im hungry, so shut up and be a good boy, will you?” He demanded, pure lust evident in his eyes.