one shot| obsessive stalker dark romance??

“Wake up Doll.”

Tapping her plush like cheek with my finger, I gently stroke her face with a rather proud look on my face.

Which, I do ultimately believe pissed her off even in and out of consciousness. I mean, If I were kidnapped and the dude who kidnapped me had some proud ass look on his face I’d want to deck him in his shit too. But her little sleepy scowl is so cute, I wanna keep doing it.

First things first, how the fuck did we end up here? Well… long story short I’m obsessed. Usually an obsession only goes so far yeah? Base level, you love something so much to the point you consider yourself obsessed with it. Wellll…. That’s not the case for me. When I obsess, my obsessions run. Deep. I’ve never been the type of guy to sit there and let my obsessiveness go unnoticed, because then that’ll just lead to me becoming unhinged.

So. I take my own precautions and take matters into my own hands. Was kidnapping the wisest move? Eh… Probably not. But, It’s not like she would’ve kindly walked into my apartment If I gave her chocolates and roses telling her, “Hey. I’m actually fucking obsessed with you. And, you’re everything perfect. So just walk into my apartment quietly, calmly and collectively and never leave okay?”

Only in my dreams that’d work, which is why I’ve been told I should stop dreaming.

I know her schedule top to bottom. I know the bookstores she goes to. I also know those little slutty books she reads too. I never knew my girl was so dirty. I know her favorite coffee, her class schedule, her favorite food place. Everything. Which obviously, If any GOOD stalker were paying attention they’d know this kind of stuff too.

I give myself a pat on the back for this one.

Toying with my lighter, I lean against the wall on the side of the school. Lighting my cigarette, I try to keep my composure but my body is giddy as fuck. Like crackhead giddy.

Turning my head just slightly to the right of me, I see her. It hurts knowing other people get to look at her. I want to lock her up forever, with no prying eyes but mine. Which is ultimately the plan, but my baby is stubborn. I can tell by the way she walks. She won’t go easy, not for anyone. Hell not even for me. I’d be lying If I said that isn’t a turn on.

I decided to catch her during her night class, what dumbass kidnaps someone in broad daylight? Not this guy. Quietly, I make it across the rain damp street, observing her as I approach her silently.

She’s so fucking cute. With her little bag and shit. Make’s me wanna go back to school.

Checking my surroundings before I make my next move, I quickly lunge forward, pressing my body against her backside, covering her mouth so she doesn’t scream.

Babydoll is stronger than she looks. Strong enough to mercilessly knee me in my dick too. I’ll have to fix that attitude later.

“Shh…”

I let off with a slightly disgruntled groan. If she knees me that hard again, she’ll mess up our chances of having children. I’ve always wanted twins, but I don’t know If my dick will live to see those days If she keeps this up. Not roughly, but firmly I twist her arms behind her backside, awkwardly walking her to my car.

I wasn’t going to knock her out, even though that would’ve been the easiest thing to do, she’s too pretty to be unconscious. Her facial expressions are priceless. Plus, she should want to be awake to tell the tale. Locking the door, and child locking the windows, she sits in my backseat banging on the windows. Luckily they’re tinted and it’s night time so she doesn’t have much luck.

Pulling down the hood to my jacket, I rustle my fingers through my frizz, peering up into the window I smile softly gripping the steering wheel with one hand as I use the other to turn the car on.

“You’re giving quite the show, usually the audience is engaged but..”

I tell her, before draping my arm over the passenger’s seat, turning around to check my surroundings before pulling out the parking lot.

“Your audience is a little busy right now doll.”

All that did was just irritate her even more, but what’s weird to me, she’s more mad than scared. I mean, what If I was some crazy serial killer? She’s fine with just being angry and moving on? God. She has the survival instincts of a rabbit. The ones that get eaten by the wolves.

“Let me out.”

Is the first I hear from her that aren’t groans of frustration, window banging and door handle jerking, glaring up at her through the rear view mirror I quirk a brow.

“Now why would I do that?”

I ask her, as I make a U turn down the road, pushing the gas a little more, I grip the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Letting you go, means losing you. I didn’t go through all this trouble just to send you on your merry way, plus. What happened to that show? I still wanna attend it.”

She furrows her brows together, just slightly. I can’t tell If it’s because of the reckless speed I’m driving or the fact her words are getting her nowhere.

“C’monnn. Just talk to me. You should be lucky I didn’t knock you out, drug you up then do as I please.”

I turn my eyes up slightly to look at her through the mirror, my eyes graze down her body slowly before coming up again.

“Because trust me Doll. What I please ain’t cute.”

That finally drew something outta her, I can hear her little rabbit breaths, her breathing becoming just the slightest uneven. Is it possible to even breathe cute? If It is, she’s got that down. Even when she’s scared she’s adorable. Fuck, what am I gonna do with her.

In the silence, I make one more turn before then entering the driveway. Pulling in, I turn the car, putting my hands in my lap. I tap my head on the head rest tilting it slightly over to the right of where she’s sitting in the backseat, her dark silhouette in my vision.

“Alright. I’ll say this once. Maybe twice because I like you. Don’t run. Don’t scream.”

I say tapping my thigh emphasizing each word, turning my body a little I turn my head putting my hand on the passengers seat for support, my head fully turned towards her.

“Don’t do it baby. Please don’t. Or, I’ll have to do something I don’t like.”

I tell her, my voice dropping to a raspy whisper, I unconsciously nod my head slightly. Her face shifts slightly, I can tell it’s sinking in now. She’s actually scared. She doesn’t have to be she just needs to listen to me is all.

Letting go of the seat, I unlock the door. Manually. Stepping out, I walk to the right side of the car and open her side. Crowding it just a little so she’s not fully accessible to get out without my allowing of it.

“Remember what I told you.”

I nod at her, stepping aside leaning against the door. My eyes locked on her. And she just looks at me. Not attentive but not blankly either. Her dark eyes could burn a fucking hole in what’s left of my soul.

I guess she has short term fucking memory loss because she does exactly what I told her NOT to do. I can almost see her brace herself before she runs. She doesn’t scream, she just sprints. Man. Sighing to myself I slam the door shut. I give her a little head start. Make her think she’s going somewhere.

Now it’s my turn, speeding off I quickly eat up the distance between us, it isn’t too long before her back is against me and my hand is over her mouth.

“I told you.” I whisper in her ear, my lips just barely brushing the outside of it.

“I fucking told you. Now, aren’t you curious about what I said I didn’t like doing?”

My hand tightens over her mouth, I squeeze it just enough so it hurts because I’m pissed it had to come to this. Shuffling in my back pocket I pull out a syringe. Abruptly I bring it up to her neck before dragging it down slowly.

Tilting her head a little I look for her vein. Of course I wouldn’t just aimlessly stab her in the neck duh. Upon finding the vein I push the needle in pricking her with it. She lets out this little wince that makes my dick wanna go higher than the Eiffel tower but also makes me wanna sock myself dead in my jaw for hurting her.

She then goes limp in my arms, and I effortlessly swoop her over my shoulder. Walking towards my apartment, I enter the code kicking the door open. I do make sure to lock it of course.

Walking her to my guest bedroom I gently lay her body down on the bed. I look at her. Stepping by the beside I trail my hand down her arm, she’s so soft. Look down at her, I suck in air through my teeth. Kneeling I lift her shirt slightly caressing her waist and hips. God I feel like damn victorian seeing ankles for the first time.

Withdrawing my hand, I quickly stand up pacing around the room to find something to bind her wrists to the bed. Luckily but randomly enough I find my belt on the nightstand. Grabbing it, I walk over tying her wrists to the post. I look down at my handiwork and I honestly it’s some superficial shit. Call me Bob the fuckin’ builder.

Leaning down, I brush her hair from her face, my nose touching hers I whisper on her lips, her eyes fluttering open and shut like a caged butterfly.

“Wake up doll.”