Disclaimer: I only own the unknown stalker so you should know who everyone else is.

Unknown Stalker POV

I had just tied her to the bed and I was moving the dress up when she began to come too. She shook her head.

"Carlos?" she asked without opening her eyes.

"No," I responded pushing her dress up farther. I saw her eyes pop open and she struggled against the bonds.

"Get away from me!" she yelled, struggling to get me away. I chuckled.

"I don't think so my dear Stephanie," I told her, "you have such nice legs."

"Please get off!" she begged, her eyes pleading.

"My blue eyed goddess, please don't try and fight me. We were meant to be," I cooed with a smile. Her mouth formed an 'O' shape.

"You're you're from Miami!" she screamed. I chuckled.

"Indeed I am. How did you like my tip?" I asked.

"That was y...y..you?" she asked trembling.

"Only the best for you," I told her my eyes roaming over her delectable body. I saw her shiver.

"Why am I tied up then?" she asked, her face looked innocent but she was anything but.

"First you need to develop Stockholm Syndrome. I can't have you trying to run out on me," I informed her.

Steph's POV

I woke up to find myself on a bed. Maybe I had passed out and Carlos had taken me back to rest. I felt a hand on my thigh and my first thought was Carlos. I felt my spidey sense tingle. This wasn't Carlos. I checked to make sure and my suspicion was confirmed. I opened my eyes to see my kidnapper. It was the guy from the bar the other night and I'd realized that he was also the one from the beach. I struggled to get free but I couldn't.

"Please, let me go. I swear I won't run or scream," I pleaded. All I wanted to do was see Carlos again.

"I don't think so Stephanie. This could be fun," he said his hand skimming the top of my panties. I had to think fast.

"I have to go pee!" I blurted out, my eyes wide. He sighed and shook his head.

"Fine," he said, "but you have to behave otherwise you won't be happy." I nodded and he undid the ties. He walked me to an outhouse. He let me go in alone, for that I was thankful. I had to think of a plan. I did my business and came out, my plan ready.

"You know I think that—what'd you call it?--oh right! Stockholm syndrome is working because well I just had a thought. An ingeniously evil thought and it all bodes well for you," I told him with a smirk.