A strange number called; the voice was deep, and it made me shiver. His body and hands are much bigger than mine, so he can hug me completely in his arms. He follows me and knows everything about me, even the smallest things that I have forgotten. He pressed me down with his huge body and whispered into my ear.
His hot breath slowly slid down, blowing on my neck. Even though it's -14 degrees outside, I still feel hot. Is it because of the heating or because of him? No matter how much he scared me before, all I know is that I'm feeling excited and hot right now.
Does he feel the same as me?
Why is he looking at me with affectionate eyes instead of the predator's eyes like he usually does? His seed released in me and I felt nauseous. The marks he left were all over my body. Why is he following me? I don't know what his purpose is.
Money? Sharp? None of these.
He tied my hands above my head, making me feel like I was being controlled. He is controlling me.
I am his bird; he is my master.
That's right, I am his. That is the answer. I am the reason.
He controls me, handcuffing me with invisible handcuffs and locking me in an invisible cage. I am no different from a portable cotton vase. But why am I excited? That big man put a knife to my neck; I didn't dodge, but I slowly got closer, causing my neck to bleed. He reminds me of some serial killer in some fucking movie I've seen
He can see me, but I can't see him.
