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!💜)

I’m already panting by the time I make it to the woods around the corner from my house. I’m a damn good runner but running in the rain in heels with my stalker chasing me, surprisingly, makes running a little more difficult.

I pause when I make it to the entrance of the woods, glancing behind me to see if he’s chasing me. I see him dash out the front door, slamming it shut behind him, and I immediately begin running again.

I know these woods like the back of my hand. And even though I’m about to throw up from fear, I’m able to navigate the trail I usually run. I know he knows this trail too, but when I look behind me again, I don’t see him.

I stop in the middle of the trail, looking around. The storm has somehow gotten worse, and I can barely see five feet ahead of me with the darkness and the heavy rain. I spend precious seconds trying to find him in the darkness, only to bump into something when I turn and go to run again.

“Hi, there,” Rowan purrs down at me, and I scream. “Better run, little Elsie. You won’t like what happens when I catch you.”

Terrified, I start running in the opposite direction and I’m surprised when he doesn’t stop me. He’s sick, he’s so fucking sick, that he wants me to think I have a chance of getting away from me just to kill that hope when he catches me.

Because I know he’ll catch me. I didn’t run because I thought I could get away, I ran because I didn’t know what else to do. I know I fucked up in running, and I know he’ll kill me when he catches me, but I have to try.

I refuse to lay down and die when I can still run.

But he’s fucking toying with me, like the psycho he is. Like a predator playing with his prey before he devours it. Because when I glance behind me again, he’s just staring at me, letting me get some distance away from me, like he’s not worried at all about me escaping his grasp.

Fear grips me as I keep running, driving me forwards despite how tired my legs are. These heels are not fucking helping, especially with the muddy ground. I can feel the wet, gross mud splashing up around my legs, covering me in it.

But I can’t afford to think about that when I hear him charging full speed after me. I barely get to turn around before Rowan’s large arms wrap around me and he slams me into the ground.

I groan in pain and cringe at the cold mud covering my hair and back. I immediately begin clawing and slapping away at him, but he doesn’t budge, his thighs straddling my legs and his hands moving to pin my hands to my sides.

“Rowan, please,” I try, but he just smirks.

Leaning down to my ear, he whispers, “I love when you beg for me, you dirty girl.” He nips at my ear, making me buck and writhe like a crazed animal in a cage, but his grip stays firm.

“You’re sick,” I exclaim, but he doesn’t react. “You’re so fucking sick. Why can’t you just let me go?”

“You made me this way, Elsie,” he deadpans like he’s explaining that the Earth is round.

I sputter at the accusation. I did fucking nothing. “Please, Rowan. Just let me go…” I begin crying, but my shed tears are just absorbed by the rain pelting my face.

He pulls away, then smirks down at me. “You want me to let you go? After all this?” he asks, and I nod desperately, even though part of me doesn’t want to. I hate myself a little bit more for that. “Here’s the deal,” he continues. “Do you remember the first time I tasted you?”

Cautiously, I nod, instantly not liking where this is going. I remember it clear as day, the way he cornered me and made me come on his face while he had a knife to my throat.

“I gave you a choice then,” he explains. “I told you to run, and that if you could get out of the house, I’d leave you alone for good. But you know what’s funny about that promise?” I shake my head. “I lied. I was never planning on letting you go. I can’t let you go, little Elsie. You belong to me, and it’s about fucking time you realised that.”

Suddenly, he pulls away, then stands. He backs away until he’s a few feet away from me, then just stares at me as I get up. “I know,” I tell him, because of course he wasn’t going to let me go.

“Choose me, Elise,” he implores. “You know just as I do that you belong to me, just as I belong to you. I’m giving you one fucking chance to choose me right here, right now, and you won’t get a second.” He pauses, breathing heavily in his drenched shirt. “But make no mistake. Just like last time I gave you the chance to run, I won’t let you go just because you escape. You know I never will. But if you’re going to finally stop fucking fighting me tooth and nail, then now is the time to do so.”

He doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he waits for me to make my choice. It’s a false choice, I know. He just explained that even if I run from him, he’s not going to stop chasing me, and I hate myself so god damn much for finding that idea tantalising.

But I can’t just throw myself into his arms like he wants me to. I can’t let him manipulate me, mould me into the good little girl he wants me to be. He knows I can’t, yet he wants me to choose him regardless.

So when my hesitation goes on for a little too long, his eyes darken. He takes a step towards me, and I take one back before I can even register the movement.

“Don’t,” he mutters, then reaches out his hand. I glance at it, then up at his face again, and before he has a chance to reach out to me, I turn and run.

It’s pure instinct, like a gazelle running from a lion, and I instantly regret my choice the second I hear him growling before he begins chasing after me.

I turn off the trail the second I can, into a large, open field. The wet grass and mud splash beneath my feet, and his, which are sounding closer and closer.

He’s no longer playing with his prey. He’s hunting me, with pure determination, and the only chance I have is to make it to a busy street.

But I don’t, and I realise how fucking stupid I am when I feel him slam into my back.

We both fall to the ground, and I immediately try to crawl away, but he grabs my ankles and pulls me back, making my exposed arms and legs catch on twigs and rocks on the ground. My face is covered in dirt and god knows what, and I can barely breathe when he pushes his body on top of mine, his hard arousal pushing against my ass.

I scream when he leans down to my ear and bites it. He chuckles, then mutters into my ear, “Wrong choice, baby. I know you like being chased, but tonight was not the night to test my patience.”

I’m panicking, terrified that he’s going to kill me. I try to crawl away again, but he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. Seconds later, I hear him unbuckle his belt right before I feel the wet leather wrap around my wrists. He yanks it tight, immobilising me.

He pauses there, letting me use the last of my energy fighting him. I realise it’s hopeless, but my body doesn’t. I can’t help but fight as hard as I can, knowing my life depends on it.

But I can only do so much, and soon, my fight dies down. I lay my cheek down on the cold, wet ground, feeling the last of my fight slip away, just like the first time he fucked me. He chuckles darkly above me, like this is amusing to him. “Do you know what I was going to do tonight?”

“Kill me?” I ask with a trembling voice, unable to help myself.

“I almost think you want me to kill you with how often you bring it up. That a secret kink of yours, Elsie? I’d be happy to indulge it, as long as I get to keep you when we’re in Hell together.”

“Fuck you!” I scream, wriggling again, but he doesn’t even have to use his hands to keep me still. His thighs just tighten around my legs, and with my hands behind my back, there’s nothing I can do to get away. “Please, Rowan, just stop,” I cry.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he says, ignoring my outburst.

“No, I don’t know,” I mutter, probably barely loud enough for him to hear over the heavy rain.

He leans down again, his mouth coming down to my ear. “I’ve fucked your mouth and your delicious little pussy. But do you know what I haven’t fucked yet, Elsie?”

I panic as soon as the meaning behind his words hit me. “No, no, no, please, no!”

He hums into my ear, his deep tone sending shivers down my back. “I was going to let you get used to it. I was going to be a good fiancé, one who takes his time in getting his future wife ready. I’d use lots of lube and finger your tight hole for hours to make sure you’d be ready to take my cock. But now?” I shake my head and renew my fight, but he doesn’t even acknowledge it. “Now I don’t think you deserve that.”

I scream when he grabs my hair and pulls me up until I’m vertical. He wraps another arm around my waist, keeping me still. “Don’t do this, Rowan. I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have run, I couldn’t help it.” I know it’s useless to beg him, but I don’t know what the hell else I can do.

“Be a good little girl and say you belong to me, and I’ll use your come as lube.”

“I’m not fucking wet!” I scream, but he just laughs.

“You know you like being chased, silly girl. I know you better than you know yourself, and I know that little pussy is soaking wet for me.”

He’s right, and I hate that fact more than anything. “I...” I start, unable to humiliate myself.

His grip on my hair tightens in warning, just as he says, “One more chance, princess, or I’ll go raw.”

“No, no, please, I’m sorry. I belong to you, Rowan.”

He hums in appreciation. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours!”

“Good girl. Say you’ll be my good little girl and you won’t run from me again.”

“I’m your…” I hate saying it so much, but I have to, just for my own ass’s sake if nothing else. “I’m your good little girl, and I won’t run from you again.”

He groans, pushing his erection against my ass like he’s teasing what’s about to happen. “One last thing, Elsie.” He tightens his grip on my hair again, angling my head until his lips are right by my ear. “Tell me you love me.”

“What?” I blurt, unable to help myself. He doesn’t say anything else, leaving his vulnerable request in the air between us until I reply, “I…I love you, Rowan.” It doesn’t even taste like a lie.

And how fucked up is that? That my confession of love for my stalker doesn’t even feel like a lie. I know it is, because this is not fucking normal, but my brain can’t keep up with that very obvious fact.

Nor can my pussy, with how I feel it pulsing, and I just hate how right Rowan is. I can feel I’m soaking wet for him, and I’m not even surprised.

He groans into my ear, and I realise he probably didn’t expect me to tell him. It’s so messed up, but part of me feels bad that he’s had to chase me down and hurt me in order for me to confess my love for him.

Slowly, he pushes me back down to the ground, and panic seizes me again when he flips my dress up, exposing me. “Rowan, please,” I beg again, despite how it hasn’t worked yet.

“Shhh. The more you fight, the more it’ll hurt,” he tells me.

“God, no,” I whimper, and he just fucking moans at my fear.

He then slowly pulls my panties down my legs, leaving me bare for him, and my ass tightens at the feel of his cold thumb pressing against it. “I’ve been wanting to feel this wrapped around me for months,” he says. I feel his thumb trailing down until he reaches my wet hole, and he pushes it in, soaking it. He pulls it out, then pushes it into my ass.

I clench and try to wriggle away from him. It doesn’t hurt that bad, but the intrusion still scares me, and I can already tell that it’s going to hurt like hell when he pushes his cock inside me.

“Stop fighting it,” he repeats, and I try to calm down. He’s right, it’s better to just let it happen, even if every part of me wants him to stop. “Good girl,” he praises, then pushes his thumb just a bit deeper. “So god damn tight,” he mutters, almost to himself, and I whimper.

He pulls out after a few minutes, and he keeps one hand wrapped around my neck, the other going to unzip his slacks. Seconds later, I feel his cock entering my pussy.

I wasn’t expecting it, so on impulse, I try to fight him off, but his grip keeps me still. “I’m going to fuck your cunt for one minute, so you better get my cock nice and wet for me, you got it?”

I nod, hating every second of obeying him. But when he starts thrusting, I can’t deny how fucking good it feels. And I’m not even ashamed of that, especially since it’ll likely be the only pleasure I’m given tonight.

It’s over as soon as I feel the first of an orgasm in my lower half, and I try to brace myself for the impending pain. He pulls out, then brings his length up and up until it reaches my ass. He spits on the puckered hole, making me flinch, then slowly pushes himself inside.

I’ve never experienced pain like this. It’s almost indescribable, and I immediately scream and try to get away from the intrusion. He’s so thick, and I’m so tight, it’s like forcing a nail into the wall. And he doesn’t slow down or stop halfway, instead pushing further and further until he’s literally balls deep inside me.

He pauses there, and I’d think it’s to let me get used to it, but I know he’s not that kind. No, he wants this to hurt me, and it so fucking does. I feel faint, especially when he pulls slowly out, only to push slowly back in, stretching me as far as I can go.

He doesn’t pull all the way out, instead only pulling about halfway out before going back in, like he doesn’t want it to stop hurting. And whenever I think I’m getting used to it, he just picks up the speed a little bit to make sure it hurts as much as it can.

I think I’m going to pass out, but I know he won’t let that happen. His grip on my neck goes to my hair, and he pulls me up a little, then slams all the way inside me so he can lean over to my ear. I scream, clenching a little, just as he mutters, “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, Elsie.” He nips at my ear, making me flinch, and I sob a little harder. “That’s it,” he coos. “Cry for me. You know I love your tears.”

He picks up the pace, and soon, he’s not holding back. He goes as fast as he wants, and it hurts even worse now. It’s overwhelming, but the pain quickly combines with pleasure when his fingers find my clit.

I want to tell him to stop, but I can’t get the words out with how hard he’s fucking me, nor do I think he’d even listen to me. But I don’t even think I want to deny the pleasure his leisurely rubbing of my clit gives me.

I hate it, yet I’m holding onto that as hard as I can, to at least try to get something enjoyable out of this experience.

“You’re going to come for me,” he says. “You’re going to come while I fuck your ass, Elsie, and you’re going to fucking love me for it.”

I nod before I realise what I’m agreeing to. Even now, with his punishing thrusts and horrible words, I still feel some clarity, and I hate how easily I’ve fallen back into his arms. I hate how easily he breaks me, and how easily I let him make me his.

But I can’t fight it now, and when he pinches my clit, I reach my climax before I realise it’s too late to stop it. The pain of his thick length inside my ass makes it the most painful orgasm I’ve had in my life, yet I can’t get enough of it. I’m moaning into the cold ground at the feel of it all, and Rowan moans too, like he also feels the same sensations I have.

When I come back down, I’m just a wet, dirty mess on the ground while he continues to fuck me. It doesn’t hurt as much now, but that’s probably because I’m numb. It still hurts a lot, but I’ve gotten used to the pain. Well, I’ve gotten used to pain in general when it comes to Rowan.

He groans when he comes inside me, his grip on me tightening. “Fuck,” he moans, like he just had an out of body experience like I had. After a minute, he stops thrusting, but he stays inside me.

“Please,” I mutter. “Please pull out. It hurts.”

He slaps my ass, making me yelp. “I know it hurts,” he says simply, then makes no move to pull out.

And that’s how it goes with us. He’ll hurt me, and I’ll beg him to stop, only to come harder than I thought possible while he takes me.

I hate how much I love it, how much I love him, but I just can’t deny it anymore. I ran from him tonight, scared he’d kill me, but part of me knew he’d punish me instead. And that part wanted him to.

Maybe I’m still scared of him, but I’m fucking tired of fighting him. And I realise how that makes me sound, but anyone in my shoes would make the best of their situation. But it doesn’t even feel like that. It feels natural for me to fall into this spot, like it was meant to be or some shit.

I don’t think anyone would understand us like we do, but that’s okay. All I know is that I’m sick of fighting Rowan. And when he pulls out, leans down to kiss my cheek, the next three words tumble out of my mouth without any hesitation. “I love you,” I say like I did earlier.

He's broken me down into pieces, but I don’t even want him to put me back together anymore. That’s how far I’ve fallen, but the realisation doesn’t even give me pause.

“I love you too, Elsie,” he parrots, then helps me stand. My ass hurts. It feels raw, which I suppose makes sense. “But this won’t happen again.” His tone is firm, and my eyes snap to his. “You won’t run from me ever again. I won’t let you.”

There’s unspoken vulnerability in his words, but I know he doesn’t want me to acknowledge it, so I don’t. Instead, I lean up to kiss his lips and say, “I won’t.”

I don’t think I’ll ever truly get used to being his, to having fallen in love with my stalker, but I just don’t care anymore. I belong to him, and he belongs to me, and that’s just how it is.

A week later

It took a few days before Elsie got back to her usual self. I think what I did to her in the woods took a real toll on her, both physically and mentally, and it took her some time to realise what happened.

I gave her space, because even I’m able to recognise when someone just needs to be in their own head for a little while. And I also know just how difficult it is for her to admit what she admitted. That she loves me. It goes against every instinct in her body, yet she didn’t hesitate, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.

Part of me still can’t believe that she said it. After I helped her back to the house, I gave her a bath and helped her to bed. She didn’t say a word to me the next day, or the one after that, and part of me worried that she was going to try to leave again.

I wouldn’t have let her, but I also don’t think I could’ve taken her rejection again, even after all this.

But then on the third day, she asked if we could run together. I took her up on her offer, and we ran the trail she usually runs. When we passed the area where I fucked her ass, she paused, eyeing the location wearily. But just when I thought she’d have a breakdown, she instead leaned up and kissed my cheek, then began running again.

Since then, she’s been back to her usual self, and we’ve been back to fucking like animals every night.

I haven’t taken her ass again, but I’m aching to do it again. I won’t do it without lube again, but she had to be punished for running from me. And I know she liked it, otherwise she wouldn’t have been drenched for me. Nor would she have blushed yesterday when I brought up how hard she came with my cock in her ass.

She loves pain, even if she pretends not to in the moment. And when I bring my belt down to her ass again, she screams in agony, yet her pussy is glistening, begging to be fucked.

“Two more, Elsie,” I say. We’ve done thirteen so far, which is a lot, but I know she can take it.

“No…more…” she groans, but her desperate pleading just makes me even harder.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” I mock. She mouthed off at me like a little brat when I told her to bend over, so I had to do it for her. I know she wanted me to force her, so I’m making this whipping extra painful in retaliation.

I hit her again, making sure to graze her pretty cunt, and she screams again. Yet she still stays bent over, ass high in the air and face down in the mattress, like my good little girl.

I pause before giving my last strike, wanting to make her antsy and nervous. Even if she won’t run from me again, I still want her to fear me. I know I’m depraved for getting off on her pain and fear, but I just don’t care.

I wait a minute, then give her the hardest strike yet. She screams into the mattress, her little hands clinging onto the bedsheets like they’ll save her from me.

They won’t. Nothing will. Because even when we’re dead, I won’t let her go. I’ll chase her soul through wherever the fuck we end up, and I’ll make her mine all over again. I’d do it again and again even for just the little time we’ve had together.

And I’ll make the damn most of the time we have.

I go to kneel behind her, lining myself up with her wet entrance. I push myself all the way inside her in one motion, and she moans, already ready for me.

For months, I’ve desperately wanted to feel her around me, and now that I have her, I can’t stop fucking her any chance I get. Whether that be in the shower or in a public park, I don’t care. I’ll have her whenever I want, and I know she wants that too.

Because we’re both sick and depraved. I might’ve forced my way into her life, but she’s more than happy to let me stay, even if she doesn’t have a choice.

Because you can’t force that. I can force myself into her pussy, but I can’t force her to like it. Nor can I force her to love me, yet she does.

She loves the way I hurt her, the way I make her come. The way I scare her and hunt her down like an animal. She loves every sick part of me, and that’s the one thing I could never take from her. She had to give her love to me of her own free will, which she did.

I finish inside her just as she comes apart around me, like we’re in synch. I stay inside her for a minute, feeling myself grow a little softer. She turns to look at me, giving me an innocent look. “Why didn’t you let me go?”

Her question surprises me, but I don’t hesitate in answering it. “Because I can’t. We’re tethered together, Elsie. You know that better than I do.”

“What if I run again?”

“You won’t.” I know she won’t.

“What if I want you to catch me?”

I chuckle, looking down at my girl’s wicked grin. “Then I’ll let you run, just so I can catch you and make you mine all over again.”

So, hi! This took way longer than expected, and I'm really sorry for that!💜 Sometimes life hits you like a truck and sometimes you have to make certain things a priority, but god damn I didn't expect it to take two whole weeks for the final part to get published. Again, sorry for leaving you all hanging💜 Also, thank you to those who have reached out to ask if I'm okay, I really appreciate that! I promise I'm fine😍

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