So this is my first attempt at a Stalker based story. Anyone who has read my other work will know my style is dark, but so is this show so all is good. I love the Beth and Perry storyline so this story is based all around that. It will include all the other characters too.

I live in the UK so TV is currently due to show episode six. I have seen up to episode ten however. This show is amazing!

Summary: Perry's stalking reaches its climate when he abducts Beth. Wanting to keep her all to himself, and knowing that the team will be looking for them, he drives her out to a secluded hunting cabin his grandfather once owned. Whilst there Beth comes to realise just how sick and obsessed Perry is over her. She can only hope that her team will find her and that she can survive what Perry has planned for her.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Prologue

Run. Run and don't stop running.

Beth kept repeating these words over and over, barely able to hear them in her own head due to how loud her heart was pounding. She was exhausted from running and she was terrified by what would happen to her if she stopped running.

Run. Run and don't dare stop running.

She was running as fast as she could, weaving through thick tree trunks, trying to avoid the brambles that clawed at her clothes, tearing them and her soft flesh beneath them. It wasn't easy running through the forest. She was bare foot and the forest
floor assaulted her feet with each step she took. Low hanging branches and twigs whipped at her body leaving behind stinging bruises. One had slapped her hard across the cheek, splitting the flesh along her cheek bone.

Run. Run faster.

She was trying to run faster but she was injured and it was getting dark. The thick forest that surrounded her seemed to be tormenting her. She had to escape, her life depended on it, but the roots of the trees that were hidden beneath fallen leaves kept
tripping her up, sending her stumbling forward but she was always able to catch her footing.

Run!

She was trying, but the soil beneath the rotting leaves that soiled her escape route was wet and slippery. Everything seemed against her. She just had to get away, she just had to escape.

Beth could fight. She was fast and tough. She knew how to use her opponents movements and own strength against them, but she was smart enough to know that to fight now would not be a fair match. Her wrists were cuffed together in front of her, that fact
alone felt like a betrayal as they were her own cuffs. Not to mention Perry had a rifle in his hands. A huge and fully loaded rifle that she could feel pointed at her even now.

She couldn't see Perry but she could feel that he was close. She didn't dare turn around to see just how close, she just kept putting one foot in front of the other and moving as fast as she could.

He was behind her, somewherein the ever growing darkness.

It was that thought that made her legs suddenly move a little quicker. It didn't last long though as she had to quickly drop to the floor with her hands covering her head as best as they could. The gunshot that had made her drop to the floor, covering
her head, echoed around her as bits of bark showered down on her from the thick tree that the bullet had burst into.

"Michelle!I see you!" Perry called out to her as lightening light up the forest bright blue. The rain began spitting on and around her,and Beth knew this was going to make her escape evenharder. "Michelle!" he called out in a calm sing-song
voice.

She hated that he knew her real name, she hated it more to hear him say it. She pushed herself up and began moving forward again. She had barely put distance between herself and the gun shot tree when the front half of her bare foot hooked itself tight
underneath the root of a tree. She fell forward and landed hard on her floor. Pain hit her everywhere. Her ankle screamed it, the flesh on her foot had been torn and ripped by the rough root, her left wrist had been crushed awkwardly beneath her body
and she was sure had suffered severe damage. Her ribs had smacked down against some more tree roots and the pain in them had winded her completely.

It took a minute but finally the air returned to her lungs. With a whimper she attempted to push herself up but pain shot up her leg and she collapsed back down to the forest floor with a cry of pain. Straight away she tried to push herself again but
this time it was a hard blow to her back that sent her crashing back down to the floor. It had been accompanied by a loud crack of thunder and what seemed like an explosion of cold heavy rain.

Beth rolled onto her side and tried to push herself up again. She knew being stood was much less vulnerable a positon than lying on the floor. Perry slammed the butt of the gun into her chest forcing her to lie on her back on the cold and now very wet
forest floor. The rain pounding down against her body soaked through to her bones, sending a chill right down her spine making her body shiver all over.

"I told you what would happen if you tired to escape," Perry said matter-of-factly as he glared down at her, the riffle in his hands now pointing right at her face. Beth chose to look at his face and not the barrel of the gun. Rain dripped from Perry's
nose, from his chin and his hair. He was squinting slightly to keep the rain out of his eyes. "You're mine! I told you that back at the cabin."

Some part of her was telling herselfto beg him for forgiveness, tell him she would do anything if he would spare her a death on a cold forest floor. Another part of her wanted to kick him as hard as she possibly could, and keep on kicking him until
she knew it was safe to run again, because he wouldn't be able to get up and chase her. She knew that wasn't going to happen right now though. All she had left right now, all she had the energy for besides holding off passing out from pain, was words.

"I'll never be yours!" she spat at him.

"You already are," Perry pointed out with a smirk before swinging his arms back only to bring them back down, connecting the solid metal of the rifle against Beth's head. Knocking her out cold.

Beth lay there lifeless as Perry crouched down beside her. He brushed her rain soaked hair back of her face. The rain was making the blood that seeped from a wound made by being hit with the gun trickle down her head in a slow stream.

"I'm sorry,Michelle, really I am," he said.

He then scooped her up and flung her petite body over his shoulders. Keeping a firm grip on the rifle too he carried her back towards the cabin, back to the hell he had planned for her.

TBC

Thanks for reading. Please let me know if you want more. Other chapter will be longer than this one. This chapter was just to offer a taste of what's to come.

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