TRIGGER WARNINGS (PLEASE READ): This story and series as a whole features explicit stalking and non-consent. Please do not read if you are at all sensitive to those topics.

IMPORTANT NOTES: It goes without saying that while it's fun to read and write stories like these, the actions of the male main character are reprehensible and in real life, he should go straight to jail. He is a sadistic psycho, and is both possessive and obsessive to an extremely unhealthy and damaging degree.

This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

(All parts to this story can be found here when they are published!💜)

I think I’m crying. No, I’m definitely crying. The tears that welled in my eyes a few minutes ago are freely rolling down my cheeks.

I’m so fucking scared, and I can’t even beg for my life because of the cloth stuffed into my mouth. Any time my tongue pushes against it, I gag, and any time I try to speak or swallow, drool drips from the corners of my mouth.

My wrists are killing me, tied tightly behind my back with a rope of some kind. I tried untying myself, even breaking the rope using my strength alone, but this guy is way too fucking skilled at tying ropes.

And this guy is, apparently, named Rowan. The name sounds so normal, like an ordinary guy you’d meet in class or at the store. He might be someone you’d be interested in, his name one you moan when he flicks your clit with his tongue.

But I don’t want to do that. I’d rather rip out my own tongue out than ever say his name.

Yet when he told me his name, my tongue immediately tried to sound it myself, but my gag stopped it. His knowing smile tells me he caught the motion.

“You look speechless.” He smirks at his own joke, and more tears roll down my cheeks. I whimper for what feels like the tenth time when his hand reaches up to my cheeks, where he swipes my tears away. “Shh,” he coos. “Don’t be scared, Elsie.”

That’s a very tall order.

I shake my head away from his hand. “What are you scared of?” he asks, and he almost sounds fucking concerned for me. “That I’ll kill you?”

I look at him and nod, because yeah, I absolutely think he’s going to kill me.

He laughs. “I already told you I won’t kill you, silly girl.”

Oh, right. He wants my pussy warm and wet for him. Fuck him.

“Are you scared I’ll hurt you?” he asks with a smile, like he knows the answer already. I nod. “Good,” he purrs, and my eyes widen with fear. “You should be scared.”

He stands abruptly, and I scramble backwards on the bed as much as I can with my bound hands and the collar around my neck. He leans down and grabs a water bottle he put on the floor when he came in. I nearly cry with relief at the sight of it. My throat is killing me, and I’m begging him for water with my eyes.

He smiles, but it’s not a kind smile at all. I shrink back a little further, all the way until the chain connecting my collar to the headboard becomes taut. “You want water?” I nod as hard as I can, a few tears falling off my face. “I know you do,” he mutters.

His knees land on the bed, the water bottle so fucking close. I try to get away from him, but he grips the chain and yanks my neck forwards. I yelp into my gag when I fall forwards, faceplanting right into his lap.

I try to sit back up, but his large hand grips my hair. He pulls me up until I’m just inches from his face. My breath comes out in heavy pants at the terror coursing through my veins.

“I’m going to give you some water,” he explains, but I refrain from celebrating yet. “But you’re going to be a good little girl and listen to me first, you got it?”

I nod, even as it fucking kills me to submit to him.

He gives me a proud smile, and it makes my skin crawl as much as it floods my panties. “No one knows you’re here,” he explains. “The door is locked, and I only I have the key. If you try to run, I’ll catch you, and I’ll never let you leave. I’ll toss you in a cage and throw away the key. But if you listen to me, if you obey me, then I’ll let you leave when I’m done with you.”

Oh, god. He just threw me a lifeline I didn’t know I needed to stay sane, but I can’t imagine it’ll be easy to follow his rules.

I nod hesitantly, because what other choice do I have?

“Good girl,” he purrs. His hands reach behind the my head, and I let out a sob of relief and terror when he removes the gag from my mouth.

“Please,” I beg, unable to stop myself. “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Please, please, please, just let me go!”

He shushes me. “I didn’t say you could speak. I’m a patient man, Elsie, but I’m not above depriving you of water when you refuse to listen to me.” I whimper. “Now shut the fuck up.”

He reaches behind me again, this time untying the rope keeping my wrists together. I gingerly rub them together while he uses a key to remove the chain from the collar around my neck.

I can move. I can run. But I know it’d be stupid to try. Instead, I look up at him and silently beg him for the water.

“Go stand in the middle of the room,” he instructs. I hesitate but get my ass into gear when he gives me a pointed look.

I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, right in front of the bed he’s sitting on. The door is right fucking behind me, but I don’t dare try to open it.

“Strip,” Rowan says.

“What?” I ask. Please tell me I heard wrong. God, please.

He sighs. “I’ll let you drink this whole bottle of water the second you show me your beautiful naked body. Got it?”

I nod just as more tears roll down my cheeks. I hate that he’s doing this, that he’s not forcing himself on me and tearing my clothes off. That’d be one thing, but no, he wants me to willingly take my clothes off for him.

With a quivering bottom lip and shaking hands, I start tugging at my sweater. I’m only wearing a bra underneath, so once I’ve shed it, I feel incredibly exposed. I hesitate again.

“Go on,” he instructs. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” His eyes drop to the zipper of my jeans just as his tongue darts out across his lips. My cheeks heat at the reminder of what he did, of how I reacted to what that tongue did to me.

I slowly unbutton and unzip my jeans, then pull them down my legs. Once I’ve stepped out of them, I’m half naked in front of him. My arms cover my stomach, like I can pretend this isn’t incredibly humiliating.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” His tone his firm, and I’m scared he’s losing his patience.

Terrified, I reach behind my back to unhook my bra. Once it’s on the floor, I peel my panties off, leaving me bare except for the collar around my neck. The collar is so tight, so restrictive, that I can barely move my neck without it digging into my skin.

He gives an appreciative hum, and on instinct, my arms cover all my exposed bits. “Hands behind your back,” he says. I hesitate for only a second, too scared of losing the promised water. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says like he’s overwhelmed by it.

He stands, coming to stand right in front of me. I crane my neck to look up into his stupid, stupid blue eyes. “Open up,” he instructs, and I do as he says. He drinks from the water bottle, right in front of my fucking face, and I almost scream at how he broke his promise.

But then he just down, his mouth hovering above mine, and he spits the water into my mouth. I hesitate for only a second before I swallow it, almost involuntarily.

Despite the degrading way he has me drink, it still makes me nearly cry from joy at how the cold, delicious water coats my throat.

I’m shaking when he repeats the same routine, making me drink from his mouth. He does this over and over again, taking his sweet ass time with it. When he gets to the final bit of water in the bottle, he connects his lips to mine.

He opens his mouth, and using both gravity and his tongue, pushes the water into my mouth. His tongue follows it, plunging into my mouth. Our tongues swirl together in the pool of water, and I don’t get the chance to swallow it with how aggressive he’s being. I feel several drops of it pouring over the corners of my mouth.

I manage to swallow some of it, and he groans against me. His hands are gripping my neck and my waist, keeping me in place while he takes whatever he wants from me.

When he pulls back a little, I finally manage to swallow the last of the water–and his fucking spit–and I zip my mouth shut now that I’m hydrated again.

He laughs, like it’s just funny to him that I’m denying him access. “You see, Elsie?” he asks. “Your life is in my fucking hands. I can do whatever the fuck I want with you, and if I let you drink water, let you come, it’ll be with my fucking mouth that you do it.”

I shrink a little at his words, my gaze darting away, but his hand grips my chin and forced my gaze back up to his. “Get on the bed, Elsie,” he orders.

What choice do I have but to obey?

I make my way over, but before I can sit down, his deep voice stops me. “Ass up, face down.”

Shame and humiliation heat my cheeks. I realise way too late that I’m frozen. My body is simply refusing to stick my ass up for him in such a humiliating position.

I stand there, my back to him, staring at the bed. I try to make my limbs move, but nothing happens. A yelp escapes my throat when his hand grips the nape of my neck.

“I’m not fucking asking,” he growls into my ear before he pushes me onto the bed. He forces my face down, then drags my ass up. His fingers are so fucking firm I’m certain he’s making me bruise.

I whimper into the mattress beneath me when I feel him come up behind me. He’s still gripping my waist in a tight grip, and when I mindlessly flail my hands behind me, he grabs my wrists in his free hand, pinning them behind my back.

He keeps them there while his other hand swiftly unzips and unbuttons his jeans.

Is this really happening?

I should never have come here, I realise. This was obviously going to happen, and now my fate is sealed. When he pushes himself inside me, he also pushes the last of my fight away from me. I swear I physically feel it slip away, leaving me a whimpering mess while he takes me.

He's huge, and it fucking hurts. But I’ve lost all my will to resist. In fact, when he pushes all the way inside me, a god damn moan escapes my mouth.

He’s so big that it’s overwhelming, so why does it feel so good when he hits just the right spot? Why does the painful stretch give me pleasure all the same?

It’s the same fucking routine as when he made me come on his face. I’m supposed to hate this, to fight him, but instead, it just feels good. I feel violated. Humiliated and used. But beyond all that, I feel fucking divine.

I moan more, and a sinister laugh escapes him. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I shamefully stuff my face into the mattress to muffle the sounds escaping me. I yelp when his hand moves from my hip to my hair, pulling it back in a firm grip, so tight that it hurts like hell. “I think my little Elise enjoys being used like a whore, doesn’t she?”

When I don’t answer, he tugs at my hair again, then pushes all the way in and pauses there. “I asked you a question.”

“No,” I deny, but I’m also screaming inside for him to continue.

“No? Then why is your cunt dripping for me, hm?”

“Fuck. You.” I grit it out, but before he can answer, I find my resolve and continue. “You’re a fucking psycho. I hate you. Fucking let me go!”

I wriggle again, but his grip is impossibly firm. I have no way to get out, made especially apparent when he takes his sweet ass time leaning down to my ear. He bites my earlobe hard, and I yelp. “You gonna stop being such a fucking brat? I own you. This pussy?” He releases my hair just to pinch my clit between his fingers. “I own this fucking pussy, Elsie. It’s time you realised that.”

I can’t stop him when he snaps, when he unleashes on me. His thrusts are unrestrained, completely unhinged. His hips slam into my ass with every thrust, with every painful way he pushes me further and further into the mattress.

I wring my hands in his grip, but he doesn’t let go. There’s nothing I can do to stop him from pinching my clit, making me scream in the most terrifying way. It’s the most painful and overwhelming sensation I’ve experienced, but he doesn’t care. In fact, when I scream, his thrusts only turn more aggressive, his moans turning louder.

I’m sobbing when he finishes deep inside me with a moan. He leans over, covering my entire body with his, then stays there. His teeth nip at my earlobe again. “I live for your screams, baby.” His confession just makes more tears fall.

Still inside me, his fingers start playing with my clit. A little careful at first, like he knows I’m oversensitive, but soon, he goes faster and faster.

“Please don’t,” I beg when I feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. I hate that I love this, that even as I screamed my throat raw, I still needed more.

He groans into my ear. “Fuck, I love when you beg like that,” he growls.

Like the stubborn bitch I am, I zip my lips shut, determined not to give him anymore.

“Say my fucking name, Elsie,” he demands, just as he stops rubbing.

“No,” I whimper. “Fucking no.”

“I wasn’t asking.” He pinches my clit again, and I relent.

“Rowan!” I scream. The answering groan of pleasure flooding my ear is so overwhelming that it nearly makes me come all on its own. His fucking voice, the way he’s so unashamed with his groans of pleasure, it all feels way too good.

I whimper at how easily I gave in to him, but he keeps rubbing, and when his tongue starts licking at the shell of my ear, I realise there’s no stopping the orgasm that’s overtaking me.  

It floods my lower half, pushing screams of pleasure out of me. I feel his cock twitching inside me, like he’s ready for another round, as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelms me. He keeps rubbing my clit, and when my orgasm dies down, I become oversensitive and desperately wriggle, trying to get away.

He finally releases me and pulls out. He stands, leaving me a whimpering mess on the bed, dripping with both of our come.

“Shh,” he coos from somewhere above me, but I don’t look at him. “You might hate me now, little girl, or maybe you just hate yourself for loving me so much.” He’s so egotistical, it would make me laugh if not for the horrifying situation I find myself in. “I’m taking you home, and I know you’ll be a good girl for me and not tell anyone about this, right?”

I don’t reply, so he grips my hair and forces me to look at him. “No,” I push out. “I won’t.”

“Good,” he says. “Any time you touch yourself, Elsie, just remember that I own you. That I own your fucking pleasure. You’re not going to escape me, no matter how much you think you want to. I’ll be back for you, and next time, you’re going to fucking beg me to fuck you.”

I go to reply, but I feel another prick at my neck, and I realise way too late that he sedated me again. The last thing I feel is the overwhelming pleasure in my lower half still tingling, reminding me of just how fucked I am in the head.

Elsie falls into a peaceful sleep. I’ve watched her fall asleep more than I can count, but I never grow tired of it. Of how all her worries disappear in an instant, of how content she looks. It’s beautiful.

I carry her unconscious body into the only bathroom in the warehouse. I clean her off, then get her dressed, making sure to remove her collar. I’m sure she’ll want to kill me when she wakes up wearing those same lavender panties I was taunting her with a few days ago.

My cock is already hard again when I place her in the backseat of her car. I’ve been waiting months for this day, and now that it’s all over, I can’t wait to do it again. The way she cried for me–both her eyes and her pussy–overwhelmed me, and it’s no surprise I didn’t last long.

What did surprise me is that she didn’t fight me as much as I thought. She seemed almost resigned to her fate, which was disappointing, but I’m still pleased I managed to make her scream for me when I pinched her clit. She thinks she hated it, but she didn’t.

I drive leisurely down the road. I smile every time we pass a car. Every occupant is completely unaware of the sleeping beauty I have in my car, and of what I did to her just half an hour ago. It’s almost funny, how normal the city looks, how the world keeps spinning, even after I destroyed hers.

I smile at that thought. At how my imagination is running wild with all the ways I can still break her. She’s strong, stubborn as hell, but I still have ways of ruining her. With the way I fucked her, I’m sure she’ll be feeling me inside her for weeks. And the second she doesn’t, I’ll be right back to remind her who fucking owns her.

Elsie stirs a little behind me when I get to a red light. For a moment I think I have to give her a new dose, but she just sighs happily, like she’s dreaming of flowers or some shit like that. Her mouth is slightly open, her soft snores filling the small space of her car.

I laugh. She’s so peaceful, even after I made her weep for me. I’m sure she’ll feel it when she wakes up again, so I suppose she can be allowed to feel peaceful now.

With a chuckle, I park in her driveway, then carry her beautiful body upstairs. I place her in her bed, making sure to tuck her in. She’ll have no memory of getting here, but I don’t it willt be too hard to piece everything together, especially with the white rose I leave on her nightstand.

I should leave her more flowers, I realise.

I walk home, making sure to delete all the footage of me entering her house on the way home. I’m whistling all the way home, feeling on top of the fucking world.

I have so much I want to do with her, to her, that it’s hard to pick what to do next.

I sleep as peacefully as I imagine she is that night.

It’s only when I wake up that that peaceful feeling is wiped away in an instant. When I check the cameras of her house like I do every morning, I hear an incessant banging of her front door.

Sophie and Robert are practically breaking and entering her house.

And it’s only then that I realise my mistake. My colossal mistake that might unravel everything I’ve worked for in an instant. I wasn’t thinking. Her beautiful pussy destroyed my brain. I drove on autopilot, without even realising how much of a fuck up I was about to make.

I took Elsie home, but she’s supposed to be staying at her sister’s house.

“Fuck,” I say out loud. “God fucking damn it!.”

I look in horror on the cameras as Sophie slams on Elsie’s bedroom door, her fear and confusion apparent on her face.

For the first time since I started watching her, I’m truly out of control, and it’s all her fucking fault. I don’t know how to fix this, I’m so fucking stupid. I let her ruin me. I’m so obsessed with her that all I could think about was getting her home. I was kind to her, tucking her in and leaving her another rose.

I scream in frustration at myself. She might’ve corrupted my brain, but this is still my fucking mistake.

But I don’t care. She’ll still pay for it all the same. I ruined her last night, but I’ll build her up again just so I can tear her down all over again. That’s the least she deserves.

With a groan, I hurry to my car. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I'm going to make damn sure Sophie can’t keep my girl away from me.

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