Chapter 2
Kitlyn
"It felt good to clean all the sweat off my body. I can’t wait to microwave my popcorn and sit down to watch the movie.
I know it has been around for decades, but I never considered streaming it until Becca saw it about a week ago.
She said it would piss me off because I am an extremely independent woman, and I wouldn’t allow any man to abuse me.
I have always been able to hold my own. I rarely take any crap from anyone. I never did. I grabbed the gun from my handbag after I jumped out of the shower. That bad boy keeps me company all day long. I don't trust that my creepy stalker is gone for good.
My stalker could outweigh me by hundreds of pounds. I can't be too careful. I stuck it under the couch cushion, where I could quickly grab it. Tuna should be joining me soon. He is hiding around here somewhere.
We usually cuddle up together at night and watch movies. He is my love. I rescued him as a kitten in a high-kill shelter two years ago, and we have been inseparable since. I call out for him before I settle in and start the flick.
“Tuna, come here, baby. Where are you?”
Two minutes later, I see his orange body pop out, and he heads straight for me. He jumps on my lap and looks up, purring loudly. I pet him gently, talking baby talk like most people do with their pets.
I sound like a loon, but I couldn't care less. This tabby is my child. He makes me feel calm and loved unconditionally. I hope he knows I love him too.
I remove my popcorn from the microwave and finally sit my ass down. I reach over and grab the remote control when my cell dings. I freeze up, scared to look at the screen.
God! I hope it’s not him. My hands instantly feel clammy as I pick up my phone and peek at the caller ID. Thank you, Lord. It’s only John—my friend with benefits.
"You busy tonight? Feel like having company?”
I sigh, throw my head back, and roll my eyes.
I am not sure I want to put someone else in danger of having his head bashed in, just in case he is still watching me, although I've had no issues for the last three weeks when I went out dancing with random guys here and there. Maybe the dick decided to leave me alone.
He’s probably grown tired of me by now. It’s not like my life is full of excitement or that I am an irresistible supermodel that most men can’t resist. I mean, get over it, buddy.
John is someone I see only when I need sex. I don’t sleep around much. I am no virgin by any means, but I also do not screw every guy in my path.
I replied-
"What did you have in mind?”
2 minutes later- Ding
"Maybe I can hang out with you for a little while? We can even have a little fun if you’re up for it. Wink."
I laugh. What a joke. Who is this guy kidding?
He wants to get laid and couldn't care less about hanging out with me.
I texted him back-
"I am just sitting down to watch a movie with my cat. It's probably not a good night to have some fun unless you want to come by to keep me company and watch it with us. Feel free, but no sex."
My phone dings a minute later-
"Sure, I don't mind watching a movie with you, Kit. If something happens, then something happens. If nothing happens, I am good with that, too."
I texted him back-
"O.K. come on over. You know where I live."
My phone dings again-
"O.K. I will see you in about twenty minutes."
I glanced at Tuna. "Well, it looks like we will have company tonight, little guy."
I like John. I've known him for a couple of years. We are only friends with bennies. When I’m horny, I can always call him to help me out.
If I am not in a relationship with anyone, instead of screwing multiple guys I meet, I always go back to John.
We’ve only had sex a few times over the years, and that’s fine with me.
He isn't the greatest in the sack, and his oral skills could use some fine-tuning, but it's better than nothing, and that's all that counts.
I shrug and sigh. Even though my stalker has been MIA the last few weeks, I am a little apprehensive about John coming over.
I am terrified that the monster will strike and harm him. I shake my head.
I can't believe my life has come to this. I scream at the top of my lungs, shaking my fists in the air.
"Screw you, asshole stalker. I refuse to live in fear. I will see who I want to see and fuck who I want to fuck. You will never stop me from living my life the way I want to live it. You will have to kill me before you take my freedom from me, you lunatic.”
I let out a sinister laugh, sounding insane.
"Take that, you creep!"
Although no one was here to listen, it felt good to vent. Now that I got that off my chest, I relaxed, cuddling Tuna. I let out a deep sigh while I waited for John to show up.
Atlas
I am sitting at home watching my obsession on the computer monitor.
This has consumed my time while I've kept my distance from her for the past three weeks. I know I am sick in the head, but I don’t give a fuck anymore.
I have accepted the fact that I have a few screws loose.
I watched her put the gun under the cushion before she sat down on the couch.
I admire her courage, and I like her spunk.
I already know she is going to be defiant.
She isn’t the type to lie down and take it, which makes me want her more.
I’m always up for a challenge. I feel better knowing she can protect herself from any creep that may do her harm.
She lives alone; you never know what evil lurks around the corner.
That excludes me, of course. I may cause her nightmares, but I will also chase them away.
She belongs to me. Whether she accepts it, tough shit. The gun doesn't worry me. I don’t plan on breaking into her home tonight. There's no need to take her immediately when I can access the five cameras she installed.
The one in her bedroom particularly interests me. I must know if she is banging anyone. Since their installation, she hasn't brought any idiots home to fuck. That's something I can't handle without losing it.
My obsessive mind won’t allow her to be with another man. She is mine—no one else’s. The girl is almost perfect in every way. I have watched her undress many times. Her body is flawless and firm.
There isn’t a mark on it…yet. I wonder what her ass will look like with my handprints all over it. My stomach flips just thinking about it. I can be a filthy pig at times.
What can I say?
No one is perfect. I am into the heavier side of BDSM.
It satisfies my sadistic needs. The kink started in my late teens when I met a girl my age.
She introduced me to the world of painful sex, and the rest is history.
When pain and pleasure were simultaneous, her orgasms were so intense that I almost lost my mind.
That girl is the reason I am the way I am today. A kinky sadist. Now? I can’t live without it. After we parted ways about a year later, I was never the same. She awakened a twisted side of me I didn’t know existed.
Mean and uncaring was my personality trait, but I wasn’t cognizant that I was a sadistic sexual deviant.
I need to feed the monster as much as I need water to survive.
Some of the women I fucked afterward enjoyed light BDSM, which did nothing for me.
I need more than a gentle spanking and handcuffs.
I rarely draw blood unless they ask for it.
Seeing dark red droplets painted all over their skin tipped me over the edge.
Who was I to deny them their violent fantasies?
Although I played around here and there, I hadn't found anyone I was interested in until I met my pet.
Now I need her to feed my addiction. I want her to satisfy the boogeyman in me.
Of course, I won’t be as cruel to my girl as I have been with women I paid for. At least not right away. I will push her to see what she can handle. If I can redden her ass and make her beg for mercy, I can tame my dark side while I condition her for the hardcore stuff.
I’ve watched her masturbate a few times on the camera in her bedroom. Even I felt like a creep when I zoomed in on the moment, but after a while, I didn't give a shit. I look forward to devouring every inch of her like a gourmet meal.
If I could inhale all her essence into my body, I would; that's how much I crave her.
My biggest concern is the clubs she frequents.
Some of the losers she meets look sketchy as hell.
The night I followed my target into the club she was whooping it up in, I realized I would not stop until I had her with me.
That night, I texted the little flirt, revealing she had a stalker.
My brother Zach gave me her number and all the subsequent ones that followed when she constantly changed them to avoid me.
After hounding her incessantly, I hoped she would have cameras installed for her safety.
I mapped out the entire scheme, including the ridiculously low installation price.
It worked like a charm. I sent her messages from my burner phones, roughed up her boy toys, and two weeks later, she had the cameras installed.
I was relieved when I had full access to her. I know when she eats, sleeps, plugs in for work, and who her visitors are. My crazy ass couldn't have it any other way. Not with this deep, overwhelming need to know what she’s always doing.
There are a lot of drug dealers and human traffickers who frequent the same establishments she visits. Myself and my partners, Jacob and Yara, know most of the trafficking leaders by name.
The three of us wore ski masks to cover our identities if we sat with them in person to review contracts.
It isn’t like we are on speed dial with the criminals, but we can contact them if needed.
It's funny how these girls have no idea how many guys are stalking them and trying to set them up to be sold to the highest bidder.