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He'd finally cornered you. You were on your way home from work when your stalker rounded the same corner as you, making you run straight into his chest. It took you a second to orient yourself but you quickly tried to apologize to the stranger. Until you heard his voice.
"Oh, please don't apologize, angel. That was all my fault." He sounded a tad more frantic than usual.
You took a few steps back feigning a smile to put him at ease. He'd been stalking you for a while now. At first it seemed cute. Harmless. Little run ins at your favorite coffee shop. Or you'd happen to be in the same section in the library. You thought he was cute but not your usual type. Plus, after your last relationship you were trying to just do your own thing.
But he persisted. Soon you were seeing him everywhere. In the grocery store. At your job. When you had a doctor's appointment, there he was, just waiting in the lobby. He'd frightened you. Started cornering you and asking personal questions. He'd follow you home to make sure you were safe . He said he was in love with you.
You'd told your friends and family in case something happened to you and they told you to call the cops. So you did. A few police reports later and nothing had changed. They said they couldn't do anything because he wasn't harming or threatening you. You'd call having to change your number five times harmful, but what did you know?
"Amajiki-" you were going to play it off and try to get away like usual but he cut you off.
"You remembered my name." He almost moaned. He looked completely blissed out. Eyes dilated to almost black. Hands fidgeting like he wanted to reach for you. He seemed to snap out of it. "I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to see you." His eyes widened slightly, "did I hurt you, angel?" He moved his hands to touch you while looking you over for injury.
You took a couple more steps back, keeping your eyes on him. You shook your head, "no, no. I'm okay." You had to make a conscious effort not to drop your smile. You were going to make some excuse to leave when he began again.
"Okay good," he sighed in relief, "I don't know what I'd do if I hurt you. I don't think I could stand it." His eyes looked a little more wild than before. That was your warning bell, you needed to get out now.
You tried to subtly look around for other people with no luck. You were on your own this time. Think. You had to think. Maybe if you let him down really gently he'd listen this time. That didn't work well before but it was either that or run. And he looked fast.
"Listen, I just got off of work and it's been a really long day. I just want to go home and relax. You understand, right?" You said it as lightly as possible and ended with a smile.
His smile was predatory. "I know, angel. Fridays are the worst for you. I could help you relax, give you a foot rub. I know how you love those."
How he knew the things he did, you had no idea. Okay, maybe a bit more direct would do the trick. Maybe skirting around the issue was what kept him around. Kept his hopes up.
"I-" you hesitated and he instantly looked concerned. "I'm sorry but I just want to go home alone tonight." Fingers crossed that would work.
He huffed out a breath and blinked a couple times, tilting his head. "Why would you want that? You know I could take care of you. I've been doing my research, I'm smarter now," he admitted.
Research? What did that mean? You'd stopped posting on social media a while ago. It was just giving him ammo.
He continued before you could think of a response, "I could get you that heated blanket you wishlisted last week. Would you like that, angel? Would that make you happy?" He took a step closer. "I've been practicing those recipes you saved on your cooking playlist. Would you like the butter chicken or the teriyaki noodles?" He took another step towards you.
How did he know these things? All of your accounts were private, you made sure of that. Did he hack you? How? There's no way he logged in to every one of your accounts without you noticing. Did he get access to your computer? Shit. Well, maybe the cops would take you seriously after this one.
He got closer. In your attempt to give yourself room, your back hit the brick wall. He'd been slowly circling you to get you to turn so he could trap you there.
"Oh, I know!" He slowly opened his mouth and, to your horror, a tentacle slithered out and curled at the end before disappearing back behind his lips. "I've seen what you've been reading online. Naughty little angel." He got closer and placed his hands on the wall on either side of your head. You were completely at his mercy now. "You know I could make those fantasies come true. I'm no Hawks but-" Big white wings swept up from behind him, seemingly out of nowhere. They settled around both of you, dimming the street light above. "I could fly you above the city like in that one fic you bookmarked. We could remake it all."
Your heart hammered in your chest. Somehow you'd gotten away with not seeing his quirk this entire time. But of course it'd be something he could use against you. To try to persuade you. Nothing was working. Nothing you've tried had worked before. He was getting braver, more daring. Pushing you more. You had to fight back, get a little meaner. Hopefully it wouldn't make him snap.
You furrowed your brows, "I don't want any of that. It's fiction for a reason." This was so stupid. You were going to get yourself killed. "And it was private," you spoke with some force, maybe a little more than you meant to.
His eyes widened. He looked absolutely insane now. Great. You'd broken him. His fist collided with the wall next to your head. The solid thud too close for comfort. You flinched out of instinct.
"I'm sorry, angel. I just got a little upset." You'd never let him get close enough to touch you before but now he had his chance. His hand came up to your chin to guide you back to looking at him. The same hand that had just punched the wall. He looked so worried. So sad.
You found it hard to feel bad for him.
"Let. Me. Go." Your voice was shakier than you thought it would be. Adrenaline flooding, trying to help you get out of this situation.
His hand gripped your face, fingers and thumb on either cheek, holding you steady while shutting you up.
"I don't want to hurt you. I just want what's best for you. And right now what's best is if you stop saying things you don't mean and let me walk you home," he said through clenched teeth. "We can have a nice night. I'll make you food while you take your nightly shower. Then you can eat and watch your favorite show. And after I'll give you that foot rub I promised. Maybe if you've relaxed a little by then I can show you that tongue trick again. How's that sound?" His voice softened at the end along with his grip.
This was your shot. You tried playing nice. You tried being straight forward. Now it was time to run.
"Okay."
His eyes lit up. He let go of you with the widest grin. "If I knew all it would take was a little force, I would have done that ages ago. Although, with your reading history I should have gathered that." He rambled on.
You took a step sideways out of his reach and started walking. He followed. Once you were as far as you thought he'd let you get, you took off sprinting. There was no plan. No destination. Just action. Pure human will to live.
You got a block before realizing you didn't hear him behind you. You knew better but looked anyway. The sight gave you pause. He was in the air. Flying with those massive white wings. Maybe twenty feet from you and closing in fast. And the look on his face. Pure. Anger.
He landed close, pushing you to the ground. You tried to scramble away before he effortlessly flipped you over to face him. Straddling your legs, he couldn't keep the sick smile off of his face. Your heart was racing, sweat starting to prickle at your skin, the adrenaline making your ribs hurt and your head foggy.
You wouldn't give up, you still tried to get away. Calmly he followed your pace, catching up and kneeling to straddle your hips and render your legs useless. He placed his hand at the base of your throat and pushed you to the ground. Your elbows scraping against the concrete. Your head bounced with the force.
"I told you I didn't want to hurt you. Now look what you've forced me to do, angel." He was seething. But now so were you. The fear had morphed. Raw feminine rage took over. The anger of generations of women who couldn't fight back.
"Fuck. Off. I'm not your angel." You gritted out through bared teeth. You looked like a cornered animal. Terrified, but ready to fight until you couldn't anymore.
"Yes you are!" His voice echoed off the surrounding buildings. He'd never been so loud. "You're my angel. Come from way above, to bring me love."
He was insane.
"You're fucking crazy! Get off of me!" You trashed, hitting him with all you had.
"No, just listen to me! You're my angel! I'll love you! I love you."
He was actually out of his mind. You had to escape somehow. Had to get away. Call the cops. Get someone. Anyone. You screamed.
"Love you, love you, love you, love you." He chanted like it was a mantra.
You wiggled under him. Trying to push at his legs, his chest. Nothing. He wouldn't budge.
"Love you, love you,
love you,
love you." His eyes were like black holes as he looked down at you.
His words seemed to morph.
"Love me, love me, love me," he pleaded.
You scratched at his wrist drawing blood. Nothing. You reached for his eyes but he was too far away.
"Love me, love me." He slid his hand up to wrap around your throat.
"Love me,
love me,
love me,
love me,
love me."
His voice sounded softer as your vision went spotty around the edges.
"Please just love me." You faintly heard as you finally blacked out.