Nika, modest and hardworking, always felt lonely. She thought her plump figure and asexuality repelled men, condemning her to a life of solitude. So she focused on her office job and friendships, ignoring the fact that she had become the object of obsession with someone she didn’t even notice. Russell, her secret admirer, followed her every move, learned every detail of her life, staring at her with possessive intensity.
One day, while Nika was with a friend at his apartment, Russell attacked. In the chaos, Nika escaped, getting hit by a car. In the hospital, with a broken ankle and amnesia, she became the perfect target for Russell.
While Nika slept, Russell gently stroked her hand. He killed her friend, her family – anyone who might stand in the way of his twisted vision of love. Now, with no memory, Nika was a blank slate on which Russell could write a new story.
He took her to a secluded cabin in the woods. Nika, disoriented and worried about her memory lapses, began her investigation. Gradually, she discovered the truth about Russell – a conman who had hatched a plan to take over her life.
Her escape attempt failed. Furious, Russell grabbed her by the bandaged ankle, threatening her with consequences. Terrified, Nika apologized, and Russell, feigning gentleness, led her to the bedroom. He lay down behind her, holding her like a prized possession.
Possessive and aggressive, fired from his job for his explosive behavior, he whispered declarations of love into her ear. He confessed how he had loved her for years, while being invisible to her. He lit mango-scented candles, creating the illusion of romance.
Russell did not touch her intimately. He knew she was asexual and didn’t want her that way. He only wanted her presence, her closeness, he wanted to hold her and never let her go.
He took her phone, cut her off from her family and friends. Nika was now his complete property, trapped in the cage of his sick love. A story that began in loneliness ended in terrifying isolation, in the hands of an obsessive stalker.