Make you Mine: Part 1

There's a tune I hear everytime I walk home.

"Hmm m hmm mmmm hmm mmmhmm' hmm hmmmmhmmmm hmmm mm hmmm. 'Hmmmm m hmmm mmmm m hm hmmmm hmm hmm hmm mmmm. Hmmmm'n hmhmmm hmmhmm. Hm hmm hmmmm, hm'mm hmmm m hmmm, hm'm hmhmmmm hmmhm hmmm mm hmmm."

And here it is. This song has been following me for two months now. I'm too afraid to look behind as the sinister humming continues. I know they're close, I know they're watching, following. They always are. A once happy song made me shiver with goosebumps.

"Put your hand in mine~ You know that I want to be with you all the time~ You know that I won't stop until I make you mine~ You know that I won't stop until I make you mine~ Until I make you mine"

They sang out loud, pretending as if I can't hear or even trying to tell me something in code. I don't know who they are and have no interest in knowing. All I know is they're my secret stalker and they scare me.

I'm scared, I want to run each time I feel them lurking. But I remember the last time I ran. It was after a week of when my headphones broke. The day I broke my headphones is the day I should've just left the apartment. They know where I live because of that. They stare at me while I sleep because of that one fucking mistake.

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The day I broke my headphones is when I realized the humming. It was a very popular song. I just thought they were listening to music and coincidentally going the same way. When I turned around to greet them, no one was behind me.

That was the first sign. But silly me just shrugged it off, not thinking much since there were many apartments around. And then I just walked home, not knowing this was only the beginning.

By the time I reached my room, it was too late. They already knew where I lived.

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The next day, the same humming continued. But this time it didn't stop until I was 2 stores from my apartment. I turned around to see no one, once again. I looked to my side and see it was a shop. I let out a loud sigh of relief and walked the rest home.

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A day goes by and they're back. This time I'm ready to confront them. I turned around the first stop I did the previous day. No one.

I continued.

It started again. I turn once more, no one. This time I'm extremely worried. Am I hearing demons? I shake the freaky thought and continue on my way, walking a bit faster but that song followed with no hesitation until I reached my apartment and took a slight look over my shoulder to see, leather shoes, and the bottom of an expensive coat. I couldn't bring myself to look up, and just sprinted to my room. I made a plan for the next day.

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The next day rolls out, I do everything like usual, but once leaving school, I didn't take the usual route. I took the backend street. Instead of hearing the song, I heard a voice. "What are you doing? This isn't the way darling." I shuddered from the pet name. I held my breath as he kept repeating, wrong way. Until I reached the Main Street.

"Good boy." I heard him say before starting from the beginning of the same song. I wanted to cry and give up. This is where I realized he's following me. It's not a coincidence. Second sign of danger. I should've packed a bag and left. I don't know why I didn't. Would've saved me from this torture.

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5th day I stayed home. Not having the stomach and face the creepiness. Once school ends after an hour, my door opens. I locked the door, how? I locked the door. I held my breath and pretended to sleep. "Are you sick darling? Darling?" It was the same voice. I tried so hard to not move a muscle. He just stood there. He didn't move neither did I. I ended up falling asleep somehow but when I woke up there was stomach pills, headache pills and a bowl of porridge.

I threw it in the trash and ended up throwing up from the fear. I made up my mind, Police. I need the Police.

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Next day. I woke up really early, took a shower. I wore a black hoodie, with some black skinny jeans with my favorite adidas. When I went to the door, I saw his shadow. "What are you doing up?" He spoke as if we're friends. "School is in 3 hours." He said.

My face froze in fear. He knows my schedule… How does he know I'm awake. I looked around my house for any surveillance cameras but couldn't see any. As I was looking in my bathroom, I backed up and felt a hard chest. "No point darling. You need your sleep." He grabbed on my shoulders forcefully, massaging. The fear I felt with his cold claws rubbing me is indescribable.

He turns me around, walks to the bed. He strips me of my jacket, leaving me in my trousers. I was too afraid to protest. He opens the covers, I just quietly went in. He tucked me in; shut off the lights, closed the door. Locking it from outside and left.

I couldn't sleep. My body was fully alert until my alarm rang. He came back, unlocked the door and left. I just wanted to cry. I was so afraid. I don't know what he wants from me. I threw up once more, not carrying that the acid fluid laid right next to me.

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Next morning I woke up to the smell of food. I slowly get out to see my dinner table filled with food. It all looked so delicious but when I went to throw it out my trash can had a note.

"Eat or die." Was written. I sat the plate back down and ate it all, leaving the dishes on the table as proof. I went and took a shower to clear my mind. 'Run.' Is all I could think. I got out and dressed myself. Took my wallet and was heading out. I passed the now cleared table and the sound of running tap water.

As soon as I touched the door, he spoke. "Where are you headed?" I felt him eyeing me. "I have a job interview." Which was true. I do have a job interview. I just won't be coming back.

"Come straight home after." I nodded and quickly left. Seeing he's not following, I sprinted down the halls and out the doors. I heard whistling behind me and it was his song he whistled. He was heading straight at me. He was catching up. But I couldn't stop.

I need to run. I need to run. Run. Run gosh dammit run! I felt his hand on the back of my head and later felt my face get crushed into the wall. My nose broke.

Tears streamed down my face. "Darling, that wasn't very nice. Why did you run? Are you running away perhaps? Don't I treat you well." He spoke those words as if it was a love confession. His cold breath warming up my neck. But as he spoke he was also unbuckling my belt and ripped my pants down.

"I think I've been too nice, love." He places his hard on at the crevice of my hole.

Danger, Danger, Danger.

I grabbed onto his hand trying to push him back but instead he just grabbed it and twisted it pushing it against my back. "Thank you for the meal." He said with a happy ring before I felt myself tear and screamed in pain. I quickly lost consciousness and woke in my room as if nothing happened. But when I sat up, and touched my nose I felt the bandage and the aching on my lower half.

Everything was real.

My job interview! I quickly grabbed my phone from the drawer. I had a notification from yesterday from the boss. 'Sorry you couldn't come. But your husband explained everything. Just come tomorrow after school." I slammed my head back down on the bed. I saw his shadow in the door. I just turned around, set an alarm. And went to sleep.

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My alarm rings, I get up all groggily. My ass still hurt but felt numb. I somehow got to the bathroom, I took a shower, peed, pooped and brushed my teeth. I went to my room to see clothes already picked out for me. I rolled my eyes. I go to my drawer and see all my clothes were gone, even my closet was cleared out.

"Fucking psychopath! Give me back my life!" I yelled out, throwing a vase on the ground. I heaved heavily. And then realized that that vase was full of ashes. I heard the door creak and I froze in place. I looked at the door.

There he stood. This is the first time I got a good look at him. He was big built. His eyes were green and he had blonde locks, he had very plump lips too but that's all I could tell since his mask was covering the rest of his face. He had a black long sleeve turtleneck and black jeans. I also noticed the knife in his hand.

My legs gave out and I dropped to the floor crying. He walks towards me, standing right in front of me with his leather shoes. He squats in front of me. The knife raises. "Why did you do that?" He questioned. He taps the end of the knife on my head. "Hellloooooo." He keeps tapping.

"Darling if you make a good excuse, I won't gauge your eyes out."

I can't. I'm so scared. I don't know what to do. I'm scared.

The knife moves from my head and I was looking straight into the tip of the knife. "Please please please. I-I." I feel it inching closer to my face, I felt my lower abdomen have a sudden urge to pee and without any warning I did just that.

The room had a sudden stench of piss, my hands were wet. My knees were wet. His shoes were wet. "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry." He sighed as I continued to apologize.

"Shut up!" I quickly stopped.

He suddenly pulled his penis out from his zipper. It was rock solid. "You're so fucking cute, you know." He dips his hand in my liquid that is still on the floor, and begins rubbing himself with that hand. "This isn't fun." He sighs and stops. I feel his eyes on me. He flattens his hands in my fluid. And rubs once more.

I feel the cold sensation on my neck. And i knew it was the knife. I subconsciously moved my head lower to try get away. The lower I go the more I realize he wants me to suck him off. "N-No!" I felt a smack on my left temple. He grabs my head and forcefully pushes it down.

My mouth was touching the tip of his pee stench dick. "Suck it." I felt the rush once more and tried to hold it in. His sly finger pushed up to my face. The cold wet feeling made me shiver in disgust. Somehow he pushed one finger, and I wanted to barf. The taste was salty and just utterly gross. I tried pushing my head away but was met at knife point once again.

"Darling, please don't make me repeat myself…" The knife began to press against my neck. I couldn't hold in the urge no more and the fluid drenched myself once more. He grabbed my dick that was still leaking. Once done, that same hand went to my face and forcefully opened my mouth, giving him room to shove his rod in.

He immediately moaned out once his shaft was in my mouth. His hands pushed my head up, so he could see my face. Which just showed how unpleasant I was feeling. He smiled warmly. As if this isn't illegal and morally wrong. I couldn't move, I was in shock and trying not to think of the smell and the taste. But he didn't care; he just began to thrust harshly, hitting the back of my throat each time.

He did whatever he wanted, he had absolutely no regards to my emotions. He cummed 3 times. He cummed in my mouth forcing me to swallow. He cummed on my face and took a picture and he cummed on my chest, letting the white substance drip down to my flaccid dick. He stood up and stared at me.

His own knees gave out and dropped; holding his hand in his mouth and chuckling to himself. "You're too fucking cute. I just want to fuck you all day." He grabbed my lips and kissed me patiently, twirling his tongue in my wet crater. When he pulled back he smiled. He got up once more, buckled his pants and left.

The barf I held back, rose up and I threw up.

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I was sadly late for the first day on the job, because I walked the whole way instead of running or using my bike just in case yesterday happens once more. It took much effort to scrub the disgust off my body. But I managed. I'm lucky today he didn't decide to fuck me again.

When I reached the shop, I quickly apologized profusely. The restaurant manager was nice and told me no worries. I was working as a server. I quickly changed into uniform, in the changing room.

Let me explain the restaurant, it's a maid cafe. Both female and male servers have a maid outfit while cashiers had butler outfits. But our underwear was also part of our outfits. We had a set of 7. Ranging from cute to lewd. I of course picked the one that covered the most, which was just a tight pink fluffy underwear.

I went out to my assigned section. The first day went really smoothly. I did get 1 group of delinquents that filled two tables.One guy kept harassing me by pulling up my skirt. Every time I passed their tables they would catcall me or grope my ass.

I was about ready to quit but remember that I'll be evicted if I don't pay next month's rent and this is the only job in this small town that pays enough and leaves me with some extra cash.

I dreaded going to their table. I didn't know if I was supposed to report this. "What is this here?" I look at where they pointed. "Umm…" I felt a hand press against my waist slowly pushing me down, but I quickly stood up. "I'm sorry master but I'm new here but I'm sure the description would give you a good idea." He nods with a sly smirk.

Another guy on the same table came out and slightly pushed me on the table. I hear a couple clicks of cameras and quickly stood up, pulling my skirt down. "This is sexual harassment, sirs." I said getting quite annoyed.

"Where's your manager? I can't believe a maid just accused us of assault." The table agreed with him, asking me to bring my manager. "I'm sorry master. That's my fault. Please don't bring my manager into this. I really need this job." I bowed slightly. They all smirked at my remark. "We'll forgive you this time." They finally ordered their food and I was able to leave and tell the cook.

I took care of the other tables and was able to get a lot of tips because of the delinquents. Their food was ready and I walked carrying their foods on a big tray. When I got close to their table I felt myself trip. Another waiter that was in front of me was able to catch the tray, without dropping the food.

But me on the other hand went face first on the ground. I heard them whistle and my anger just grew, I stood up ready to curse them out. But I saw leather shoes. My body froze and I looked up to a green eyed blondie. "Do you kids have no manners." I heave a sigh of relief realizing that's not his voice. Just another foreigner with a very thick accent. The troublemakers were getting scolded by him.

"We were just having some fun." One said mockingly. "He tripped himself." Another explained, all of them agreeing with him. I felt my anger, bubble. Before I could say anything the foreigners friend took out a police badge. "I saw everything, will I need to escort you out?"

The kids scoffed in annoyance, packed their bags and left. "Thank you, si-masters." I bowed deeply in appreciation. "Here. They left without paying." It was 4 nice slick one hundred dollar bills. "They didn't order $400 of food Master." He shrugged it off. "Keep the change." And walked back to his table. I was absolutely dumbfounded.

The other waiter scoffed and shoved the tray in my hands. The rest of the day went smoothly.

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The next day, he wasn't there. But there was breakfast on the table. I ate it and left the dishes. I got ready and went to school.

School was the same, nothing happened. But one guy who also works at the restaurant talked to me about yesterday. And we ended up becoming good friends at least good enough to walk to work together. I felt the sudden aura of his stares. I froze in my tracks.

Hyung stopped looking at me confusing. "Is there someone behind me?" I whispered. He looked up and behind me. "Nope." I sigh in relief and begin walking.

"What was that all about." I looked both ways and behind me, and took the extra time to look in the crevices of buildings. I pulled his shoulder down and whispered. "I have a stalker, who comes clean and cooks and even picks my outfits." He was a bit surprised when I said stalker but when I continued his face softened. He let out a hefty chuckle and patted my head.

"Isn't that just a maid then? If he isn't doing anything to you. Just let him. He ain't doing much harm right?"

I was quite embarrassed to tell him about the other things, so I let the conversation go. He didn't feel weird and continued talking in his merry tone. But I was quite nervous. Feeling the ominous presence. When I came in to work, I was told to do the cashier because of yesterday.

The main delinquents who did the most if the harassing came in. They all had one eye bandaged, with multiple bruising of beatings. One guy had his arm wrapped in bandages. Another had his bandages on both sides of his lip. Another was in crutches. They didn't come in and get seated, they came in and went straight to me crying.

"We're sorry!" They yelled out, startling me a bit. "We will never do such things again!" One guy yelled out. "It was vile and uncalled for." Another yelled. "So please tell your husband, to stop and set our friends free." The third whispered. I was even more stunned when he said that.

The same blonde foreigner just happened to come in. He walked towards the cashier. "Is there a problem." When the teens looked at him, they had eyes of fear. "Please, please, please." They all said in unison.

I took pity in them and sighed. "I forgive y'all. You're just kids. Nothing to die over." That did not calm them down. "You may leave." Foreign dude says.

"Our fri-"

"Leave. Now."

They quickly left the premises. Foreigner takes out his wallet once more to hand me $500. I quickly put my hands behind my back in protest. "I'm not taking your money sir."

"Take it. I feel bad for what you must deal with."

"No. Sir." I didn't leave room for discussion before speaking. Please take a seat, and a waiter will serve you shortly."

He stared me down but just chuckled and put his money back in his wallet and walked to a table across me.

The rest of my shift went smoothly. For some reason Foreigner stayed the whole day. I went home with Hyung. I dreaded going to my house. When I went in. It was quiet. I didn't feel anything out of place.

I came in, saw food on the table. Ate, took a shower and watched TV until I fell asleep.

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When I woke up, I was in my bed. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my notifications to see school was canceled for the day and work was also canceled. Having nothing else to do I started searching up plane tickets. And apartment fees in Europe. After browsing for a bit. I erased my history and took a shower. When I came out, I heard the TV. I rushed to the door to see the living room.

There he sat on the couch smiling.

"8 teens found dead scattered around the area. The teens were seriously injured. Their hands and feet were chopped off and their eyes were gouged out." The reporter reported. Followed by a series of pictures of the kids. They were deemed unrecognizable. But I knew exactly who they were based on their clothes. The TV turned off.

"Y-you-"

"Who's that guy you were walking with yesterday?" He cut me off. I stood quite scared. "H-he's a new f-friend."

"When did I allow you to have friends!" He said, raising his voice. I shook there in place. He stood up hitting the wall. "Answer me!" His breath was heavy and his eyes shown darkness. "I-it just happened!"

"So! If he fucks you will that be your excuse too!"

As he said that my tears burst out. He's so scary. "Don't you dare cheat on me!" He grabbed my collar and punched me in the face. "You're mine! You're mine! You're mine!" He kept punching me even after I fell from the impact. His punches kept raining down on me with no hesitation.

I hear his belt begin to unbuckle. The fear engrossed my body. "W-wait. No! Stop!" He propped me up, onto his boner and slowly pushed me down. Pain was circulating through my body. Nothing was pleasurable about this. He finally pushed me down to the hilt. His cock was deep inside me. But all I felt was pain.

I couldn't even cry because it hurt so much. "I'm sorry. I won't friend him. So please pull out." Is all I could choke out. I wrapped my arms around his neck trying to ignore the pain. I buried my head in his neck while pleading for him to take it out. He pushed me up to his tip before thrusting me down. I moaned in pain while my leg muscles began to shake.

"Well, I have called you darlin' and I'll say it again.

So kiss me 'til I'm sorry, baby, when you are gone I'll be a mess. And I'll hurt you and you'll hurt me and we'll say things we can't repeat."

While singing he just kept thrusting into me with no regards to the blood that was dripping down or me going in and out of consciousness.

This went on for hours. He kept repeating that same song over and over again. I just wanted to sleep and die on the spot. The pain never turned to pleasure no matter how many times the stories said it did. Nothing is enjoyable about intercourse.

I want to die.