Pretty Monster

I'm not the kind of girl who likes to be tied down. Maybe tied up... Even though there are several men who would love to claim me, there's only one I need - and he'll probably be the death of me.

Night after night, I feel him watching me. He grows bolder as he creeps through my window and welcomes himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction and sending chills down my spine. As his skin brushes mine, I pretend to sleep, terrified of what he might do next. But when he really touches me, my whole body comes alive.

While I know this is the stuff of nightmares, I can't help but feel electrified by how wrong it is. I should be calling the cops, but instead, each escalating encounter leaves me yearning for more. He's sick in the head, but maybe I'm just as unhinged. Because whether I like it or not... I'm addicted to my stalker.