Chapter 7

Chapter 7

His final question hung in the air, suffocating me with its intensity. I felt like a trapped animal, cornered by his relentless pursuit and unable to escape his grasp.

In a moment of sheer panic and desperation, I hurled my phone across the room, the sound of its impact echoing off the walls. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind reeling from the onslaught of his crazed and perverse words.

I couldn't fathom why he was so fixated on me, like a moth drawn to a flame. It both scared and intrigued me, leaving me feeling powerless and exposed in the wake of his relentless obsession.

After composing myself, I carefully typed out my response to him. "If you are obsessed with me, why don't you come and find me directly? Sneakily harassing me will only make me hate you more."

As the message was sent, I held my breath, waiting for his reply. But as minutes ticked by with no response, I felt a surge of frustration and confusion wash over me. Why was he so elusive? What was he hiding?

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