I need to punish her. You need her. Just her. Nothing else. Ignoring my mind’s voice, I look at my prey. She’s the reason I am the way I am. It’s all her fault. And she’s going to pay.
Being dropped by your stalker is pretty bad. I mean he watches you week-in, week-out for almost a year, and then you have sex and he’s like ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. We no longer require your position as victim. Don’t call us; we’ll cal...
