Ahem, WARNING THIS HAS A SENSITIVE TOPIC. We meet Lucy's stalker, so if you're triggered by that kind of stuff, just exit out of here and don't read any of it. The whole chapter is about the stalker. It's only about 1000 words because I wanted this halter to just be about the stalker. It makes it more intense, I think. I'm curious to see if you guys can guess who her stalker is. I left some hints... you gotta read carefully, but I think I've left enough information for you to figure it out. Though, I know who her stalker is so that statement may not be fair. Anyways, I wanna hear what you guys thinks so please comment! Who is the stalker? Also I wrote in first person for the very first time in my whole life. How'd I do? I've always written how I usually do so this was fun and different! Not that the subject matter was that fun to write. Actually, it wasn't that bad. I didn't mind writing it at all.
Anyways... sorry for rambling and please comment! Have fun!
I stood in my apartment, staring at the pictures stapled to the wall, and small objects scattered around me. Tissues were nailed to the wall, a dried up tampon hanging from the string, and half used tubes of chapstick piled in a small bowl. I stared at the many pictures on the wall, some old and blurry from when We were kids, others from when Lucy modeled, and some that's been taken more recently at different times of the day. My insides were excited at how perfect and enchanting she was, yet precious and so broken.
Lucy was gorgeous. Her long, blonde hair was the first thing I noticed about her and I found myself wanting to touch it. To tug on it and make her cry, watching the girl with so much pride submit to my feet and beg me to love her. Lucy Heartfilia, the only daughter of Jude Heartfilia, such a powerful and wealthy man. But that wasn't why I loved her. I loved Lucy because of her secrets… because of that part only I knew about.
I first met her when we were both kids… I was sitting on the swings, sad and beaten from the abuse of my foster father, but when I saw her run past me and curl into a ball under a tree, I immediately felt my heart stutter. God, she was enchanting… Tears running down her cheeks and wrecked hiccups escaping her. No, I didn't go and ask what was wrong. I didn't try to comfort her. I sat there and watched her ball her eyes out. It excited me. Seeing such a perfect girl crying all alone made me shiver. I don't know how, but I could tell she had it worse then me, and seeing someone else cry, made me feel so powerful.
I followed her everywhere… I watched her grow while I grew up too. I followed her on social media … I read every news article about her that there was, and I asked the people around her about her. Lucy acts strong, but I know how weak she really is. I know how broken and twisted she could be. And I love that part of her. I enjoyed her sadness and insecurities. It made me grin.
Even through high school and college, nobody knew her better than I did, yet I never spoke to her. I always kept my distance, but crept around when she wasn't looking. It made me so fucking angry when she spent her night with men, but she was never serious. She didn't care about them and they didn't know her like I do. Lucy is fake around them, she doesn't show them her vulnerable and broken side, so I didn't care.
It was like that until this year. I was fine with watching her from afar, but getting close when she was sleeping. I watched her have nightmares… I watched her body tremble in fear… about her life back with her father… of her mothers death. I knew she was upset. But I just watched and got off on her beautifully broken expression. She was pitiful… like a pet. And I wanted to feed her from my hand. I wanted to be the one to make her cry and have such a supposedly strong woman crumble to my will.
But then… he came. This kid who couldn't even take care of himself got to see that special part of her that only I knew about. I was so mad… I was livid. He was taking her away from me! Lucy is mine! She's my perfect, broken baby who only I could understand. The neglect, the loneliness… I knew it all. I knew how it felt to be abandoned. She is mine! Yet this child comes in and takes her from me? He's helping her heal and get better? He's accepting that part that only I was supposed to know and love?
It made me so angry.
I continued to to watch her from afar, but got close when she was completely alone. I would unlock the door to her apartment, and look around like always. I would eat the food in her fridge, use the restroom that she used, brush my teeth with the toothbrush she used, and I would smell that white rod hidden in the bottom of her drawer near her bed. Use it to pleasure myself while I watched her sleep, touching that golden hair and squeezing, but I never inflicted pain. Not yet… not now. I have to be smart. I have to make her suffer carefully. That's what she gets for exposing her broken side to some boy. Lucy was my blonde toy. And I would possess her.
She was so beautiful while sleeping, her thick lashes fluttering and lips twitching. I knew she would cry… I knew she would dream of the life she used to have before her mom died. But instead of those dirty tears slipping down her cheeks, she smiled and mumbled his name.
"Natsu…" That insolent child who could never take care of her like I could. Lucy is mine and I would do anything to keep her away from him. Lucy needed to be punished for going against me.
And that's when this other blonde showed up. He was Lucy's ex and I immediately remembered how much I hated him. Sting and Lucy dated in college, and he was my least favorite boyfriend of hers. Sting tried to make her submit… he made her do things that made her vulnerable and submissive. That's what I wanted. Sting could not replace me. I would make her cry, but wipe her tears away after. I would make her depend on me and only me.
I approached Sting, giving him a key to her apartment. I had a few to spare so losing one didn't affect me. I knew what he was going to do to her. I knew she would cry and be upset. I knew she would get raped by that disgusting man, but it's what she deserved. It's what she deserved for loving a child and showing him her sensitive and vulnerable side. She deserved every bit of pain she got. She deserved to cry and rot away in jail, because I would be there too. If it meant being able to watch my beautiful blonde angel, I would go to prison too. I would keep her away from that boy and anyone else who tried to take her away from me.
But it didn't work out. Lucy didn't get caught, but she was still scared. She still cried and feared the night that happened. And Lucy hasn't had sex in over a month. I broke her. She may not know it's me, but I made this happen and she will submit to me. I just has to find away to get rid of this boy. Then Lucy will be mine and only mine. But if it comes down to it, I'll chain her to my wall and make her submit that way. Whatever it takes, Lucy was the weak one.
Not me.