a ghostly chill crawled up your body as you stumbled home. the darkness encased you regularly, apart from the few lampposts who broke up the black in little bursts of white light. it was reassuring to you to an extent.

sniffling, you stumbled. your hair was dishevelled and so was your outfit. even if you could call it that. you hated walking in the dark, especially in london. your phone had died hours ago when you were in what seemed to be the millionth pub you and your friends decided to go to on this bustling saturday night.

but on the outskirts of london? deathly silence was all that could be found. it was scary. you always hated the dark. the ominous feeling around you, a gut feeling that you were always in danger— it had your stomach in knots.

your eyes were also burning. you’d been crying, of course you had. your friends decided to abandon you— well, maybe ‘abandon’ was too harsh— depart from you when in a panic you’d decided to call it a night when you phone did lose charge, believing it to be lighter than it actually was outside.

now here you were, walking the streets alone. the brisk chill biting at your bare thighs that became more visible the more you walked, especially with that thing you’d call a dress you had on. when in all honesty, it was more like under-sized fabric that clung to your body for dear life.

the heels you were wearing didn’t help. you seemed to stumble and trip on the pavement more than actually step forward and walk properly, and you could feel your ankles ready to just give up at any moment.

another rush of sadness overwhelmed you, tears daring to brim in your eyes again. this could only have happened to you, you thought. it just had to be you. it always was.

however, you carried on, softly whimpering to yourself as your teeth chattered whilst the chilly air fought your body heat for control over your overall body temperature.

what you didn’t suspect behind you however was a dark figure, loitering behind you. it was deliberate. trailing behind you like a shadow, with footsteps so light not even an animal could sense them.

calculated. controlled. predatory. 

you could’ve sworn the outside temperature also dipped in that moment. a ghostly change that had your blood surging through your body. a typical fight or flight response.

you turned and looked behind you. no one was there. that was odd.

your breathing now hitched, you clutched subconsciously clutched your bag tighter to your shoulder, the leather digging into your icy skin. you’d noticed your pace had gotten faster, but it was probably some night thief trying to get your purse, you thought, trying to brush off the multitudes of realities swimming through your head.

you could feel your chest tighten as you continued onwards. taking glances behind your shoulder now-and-again, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a dark outline of a person blurring in and out of the darkness of the street you were walking down.

run, was your first thought. whilst hot blood then surged around your body as you let a hissing intake of breath nervously whistle through the gasps in your teeth. 

unfortunately for you, that was simply impossible. running in high heels whilst already intoxicated to an extent? no way. with the other option being go barefoot in a sketchy area of london? another really bad idea.

so you were stuck. instead, succumbing to the belief that no one was actually there— mainly for your own sanity. and that it was all some nightmare that you’d eventually wake up from.

and boy, was it a nightmare you were going to remember.

the figure of darkness, you may ask? that just happened to be your stalker, will lenney. he knew your nights out and daily schedules to an exact tee. even to the extent of knowing the precise timings of which establishments you’d be at all throughout the night.

it’s also like you didn’t know of him. you did. 

it all started with the various letters illustrating explicit rape fantasies in bold handwriting; then it was the lewd polaroids of yourself stripping obviously took from peering inside your bedroom window; to that ultimate feeling of unease that caused you to become a recluse.

that’s why you needed to get out tonight. to break the cycle of fear. to prove to yourself that you didn’t have a stalker.

but you did. and you couldn’t rewrite nor erase that truth. you just had to live with that fear lurking in the darkest crevices of your mind, hoping— no, just praying that nothing would intensify further with them.

it was kind of humorous how easy it was for will to track you down tonight. all it took was a few chippings of your phone, and then being able to listen to call logs and see chat logs from your friends and suddenly he knew enough information to make it seem like he knew you in person.

that thought made him smirk. he wanted to know you, that’s all he could ever had wanted. 

which is why when you quickened your pace, and he did also in response. he matched everything you did. and it wasn’t even tiring for his sick, sick mind.

your walk home had now become a chase. a chase from some random figure you didn’t know. tears dared to spill from your eyes as the london streets blurred into one, the different lane and road names causing your head to spin even more.

one wrong turn and you were dead, you thought. no, you knew. this was the end, you were sure of it. 

your feet were sore as they begged to become free of the flimsy leather straps holding them down to the merciless heel, curving the sole of your foot an uncomfortable angle— an angle unfit for sprinting in, to be quite frank.

your eyes were red raw from the amount of tears that had started to stream down your cheeks. you were a blubbering mess. and a vulnerable one too.

you tried to shout, but your throat was too dry whilst your body was running on strict adrenaline. you kept moving, trying to make it seem like you knew where you were heading, hoping to shake the figure off.

but will knew you too well. of course he fucking did. four months intensely studying a person does wonders. he knew everything about you, and you soon become his little lamb, all pristine and ready for the slaughter.

and what do little lambs not do? they never win. 

you thought you’d won though, after turning your head to glance over your shoulder again to see that there wasn’t no figure of darkness behind you. but weren’t you so wrong.

a strong hand gripped your wrist, tugging you back from the brightly lit pavement and into the shadows. you screamed, your heart now frantically pounding in your body as fear overwhelmed you.

“hey! what the fuck?!” you practically screeched, limbs flailing all around as you tried to kick the mystery figure, but it was no use as his spare hand wrapped around your waist, his body weight overpowering you almost instantly.

“finally gotcha,” the gravelly mumble trickled into your ear. 

he laughed as you still squirmed, trying to shake him off. tears were now fully flowing down your burning cheeks, mascara smudged around your eyes messily as you blubbered, “please, just let me go!”

you could’ve sworn you felt a smirk tug on the man’s lips when you begged for being released. “aww, poor thing,” he cooed, trying his best to seem like he cared, “but no can do i’m afraid.”

you choked on your sobs, about to say something else until you felt a thick cloth press over your mouth and nose. the smell of it burned your senses— like an overwhelming chemical. and that’s when you realised what it was. chloroform.

“have a nice sleep, sweetheart,” the voice mumbled into your ear as you felt the world around you become heavy. your limbs that were once energetic soon just deciding not to work, and becoming lethargic quite instantly.

you blinked. a blur and distorted voice. you blinked again. there was nothing but darkness.

getting you safely into the car next was another job for will. you’d slid slowly onto your bottom, sitting slumped over on the dingy alleyway as you fully became unconscious as the drug fully settled into your system. 

“all better,” will then sighed as he gently picked you up, “i hate when you cry and scream, gorgeous. it pains me, it really does,” he added whilst carrying you over his shoulder with the upmost care. you slept peacefully on his shoulder, with a little bit of drool trailing out of the corner of your mouth as he soon reached his car, settling you into the backseat with tender precision.

the car journey to wherever the hell will was taking you was oddly comforting to the man who had just drugged you. he kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror, smiling to yourself as you slept, your body snugly strapped in across the backseats.

if anything, will felt giddy. he couldn’t believe it. it was like he was dreaming. never in a million years did he believe that he would be able to stalk you and eventually kidnap you, but here he was, in this reality with you in the backseat of his car after being lulled in an intoxicated sleep.

the roads to whoever he was taking you became more and more off-road as his miles exceeded. will hummed to himself happily as he drove down a country lane, knowing that he was getting closer and closer to where he wanted you to be.

looking at your sleeping state again, he then broke the silence in the car. “nearly there now,” he spoke to you still lying fast asleep in the backseat, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t hear him. 

as will then took a turn, his eyes glimmered with wicked excitement, knowing that as soon as you awoke you’d be completely at his mercy and unable to ever run away from him again.

the muffled creaks of a bed frame slowly made you awake from your wrecked slumber. your vision was still blurry as you attempted to blink, that coming out in a lethargic motion, whilst you tried to accommodate yourself to your surroundings.

the cold, damp atmosphere hit your skin first. your senses were delayed, but you felt a chill crawl up your spine as your body attempted to accommodate to your dingy and quite honestly disgusting surroundings. 

you could’ve sworn your body was rocking backwards and forwards, but you weren’t able to move your limbs in the process also, but your head was throbbing and pounding too much to care. 

time seemed to have slowed down dramatically as you blinked slowly again, the picture becoming a little clearer now as you could make out that the room you were in looked old and run-down, as if it hadn’t been used for a while.

your jaw was achy too, and you attempted to close it but to your surprise, you weren’t able to. that was odd. 

though, you still pathetically tried to push your tongue out to feel whatever was stuck inside your mouth, keeping it pried open, but failed miserably in doing so as it just didn’t want to move the way your hazy brain wanted it to.

your eyes dragged slowly upwards as you felt an uncomfortable weight above you, nearly cutting off your airwaves, as it was pushing you down firmly into the mattress below you. 

that’s when it all started to make too much sense. even to your intoxicated mind.

he was there. the figure that had been following you down the street. your stalker. and he was now pistoning his cock deeply into you, just because he fucking could.

in the process of being unconscious, it seemed as if your clothes had been ripped off of your body by him too, the fabric now discarded onto the floor as if it wasn’t worth anything, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable to will who was on top of you.

you tried to move, but was stopped instantly by the harsh pain of rope rubbing against your wrists. you soon realised that you had been tied to the bed frame below you by your wrists and ankles, keeping you spread wide and easily accessible to will.

you squirmed as much as you could in protest, but the attempt fell flat as your limbs still felt like lead and your mind was still cloudy. and you also hissed slightly at the pain, before that melted into a moan as will continued to fuck you mercilessly and uncontrolled.

will was completely unrecognisable to you whilst he stayed perfectly on top of you. completely unmovable and overall victorious at solidifying his dominance over you, even if he had achieved it unethically.

he had a black balaclava covering his face snugly as a few stray brown curls of his mullet popped out from under it, but they blurred into the brown-ish coloured backdrop of where he was fucking you. he was also wearing a plain black t-shirt, which strained at his biceps when they flexed, as his cock kept thrusting in and out of your weeping pussy, covered thoroughly in your slick.

the sheets below you were already fucking soaked at this point too. you didn’t even want to know how long he’d been fucking you as your body seemed to be on overdrive, but also not as it still seemed heavy and unresponsive— to you anyways. 

you soon realised that all of your noises coming out of your mouth were muffled, as the device in your mouth was a tightly bound ball gag wrapped around your head, prying your lips open so that you drooled messily all over your tits.

as you slowly gained more and more awareness of what was happening to you, you began to hear will’s voice more clearly as he pounded into you.

“i’ve needed this cunt for so long, baby,” he practically growled into your ear whilst his large hands held your hips in a death grip, his fingernails digging deep enough to cause bruises to blotch over the sensitive skin and stay there for days after.

you let out a gargled noise as he pierced into your skin, your eyes rolling back to white as your body became overwhelmed not only by the hazy buzz of the chloroform but also the unwanted, shameful adrenaline and pleasure surging through your veins in that given moment.

tears of ecstasy started to form in your eyes as your vision finally became the clearest it could be in the dimly lit room you were lying in. you’d now become a panting, moaning mess from behind the ball gag in your mouth as you stayed sprawled out for will’s pleasure and for his taking.

will smiled to himself as he continued to bury his thick shaft inside your tight, little hole. “god, i’m never going to forget this tight little hole. can’t believe i get to fuck a sweet virgin like you, pet,” he added through gritted teeth as one of his hands came down to your clit, his thumb now ghosting over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

you writhed as he touched it. the sensation like nothing else you’d felt before. mewling, more drool dripping down your chin as you began to quake, the pleasure you were feeling now becoming overpowering to your fucked up senses.

“there she is,” will laughed darkly, “you’re so sensitive, sweetheart. it’s so fuckin’ adorable.”

you sniffled in response, eyes now glassy with tears daring to be shed, and also burning as you then blinked to alleviate the pain, letting a stray tear fall down your cheek in the process. 

your body on fire as your blood surged throughout your body now like hot electricity, setting your whole being alight in ecstatic pleasure. you couldn’t even tell which orgasm this was, but it was definitely going to be one of your last as you could feel your sweat beading on your forehead.

as will thrusted into you for the umpteenth time, your release crashed over you like an unstoppable tidal wave. 

your whole body spasmed, back arching as much as it could as your limbs strained against the rickety bed frame below you, the force of your orgasm along with will’s adding weight almost causing it to collapse.

a strangled moan escaped your lips and muffled against the gag as tears streamed down your cheeks, your already ruined makeup from the start of the night now even more ruined. definitely now going to be incredibly difficult to wipe off of your face when everything did go back to normal.

“yes! oh fuck, milk me dry!” will practically growled as your walls spasmed around his cock, his thick, hot seed painting your walls white as your clit throbbed in overwhelming pleasure too.

“fuck— oh god, you’re amazing!” he panted, thrusting ever so erratically as he continued to ride his high out with yours. “god, you’re so fuckin’ tight. could fuck this cunt any day. make it made for my cock only,” will added through gritted teeth as his hands trailed back down to your hips, holding them tightly again.

your heart thundered in your chest as you rode out your orgasm with will’s thick member plugged deeply inside of you, not allowing any of his come to spill out of you at any given moment as you both came down from your highs.

will slowly pulled out of you, this time with a more tender approach. which seemed foreign to everything that had happened before.

as your breathing plateaued, your eyes met his green ones that were peeking out of the eye holes in his balaclava. they looked soft until he pressed a hand against your lower belly, pressing you down onto the mattress so you couldn’t move again.

he reached over to the side of the bed before he lifted a bottle to a cloth, as you watched a smile form on his lips from behind the mask. “i think it’s time for you to go to sleep again, honey,” he then said.

before you could protest, the thick cloth was pressed firmly against your nose. the chemicals filled your senses, this time making you more woozy than before. you blinked, slower than you did before, before him and the world around you became a blur.

he lowered his lips to the shell of your ear before murmuring, “good night, reader. i think i’ll be seeing you again very soon, babygirl,” before chuckling darkly as the world around you fizzled into complete darkness once again.

the warmth of the brightly shining sun caused you to stir from your slumber. your head throbbed with an intense amount of pain, causing you to rub your temples as you sat up in what seemed to be… your bed?

your eyes fluttered open, trying to accustom themselves to what seemed to be a new day. you were confused, because you could’ve sworn you’d been… maybe it didn’t matter.

your limbs ached tremendously as you attempted to stretch whilst sat up, the plush pillows wedged between your back as support, failing miserably as they ultimately felt like your bones were made of rocks. heavy and not liftable. 

as you shifted on the soft mattress below you, you couldn’t help but feel a small patch of dampness below you. your pussy also ached, and was so overstimulated to the extent that when you lightly grazed your fingers over it, you whimpered at the pain.

the red marks on your wrists then caught your eye too. your finger traced a line all around them, as you were unable to recollect where they’d come from. your jaw weirdly throbbed with pain as well, as if it had been pried open for a long period of time.

🦇nonnie asked…. ‘thinking about stalker!will tracing his knife across your stomach, dipping down to press flat against your mound, laughing at your sniffles as he throws the knife to the side and replaces it with his steel-toed boot, pressing down on you and going "well? you gonna get off or what?" making you hump his shoe until you're a pathetic crying mess <3’

i can imagine him loving watching you squirm as he toys with the tip of it across your skin, cooing, “you scared, pet? don’t be, you’re okay,” as he watches the tears pool down your cheeks, feeling himself get hard at the sight. 

but, yes, 🦇. stalker!will and knife play is like a must. i definitely think he’d fuck you with the handle of the knife beforehand, slowly thrusting it into your tight cunt as he laughs at your cries. he would definitely tease you for how tight you are, saying things like: “you’re clenching so much baby, i’m starting to think you actually like this,” as you’re trying to bite back moans that want to stupidly escape your lips.

thinking about him also getting you to the edge with the handle of his knife, before just removing it from your cunt and tossing it to the side. before then pressing his steel-toed boot onto your dripping cunt, watching you mewl at the new fabric on your sensitive pussy before making you get off like that because that’s what horny good girls do, isn’t it?

⭐️nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will who's also a panty thief. everytime he fucks you he takes the panties you were wearing (so he can jerk off with them ofc) and soon enough you just. don't have any anymore, and start going bare around the house, a small part of you hoping that he's watching, wondering if he'll rise to the bait this time and fuck you even though there's no reward for him anymore’

⭐️, stalker!will is such a panty thief. genuinely, i can imagine his drawers being filled more with your panties than his own underwear after a certain point— that’s how fucking disgusting he is. i can imagine him also not washing them after he’s came in them too. what’s the fun in washing them anyways, he can’t smell yourself mixed with him on them if he did that.

oh and having to walk around naked now as a result of his stealing? i can imagine stalker!will being in fucking agony. like, he’s so hard, trying not to combust on the spot whilst watching the curve of your ass being shown off if you’re bending down to pick something up and he’s just fighting the urge to break into your house and fuck you there and then. 

🐰nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will strapping a vibe to you in his basement all day so when he comes home, ur already overstimulated and crying bcs he likes u best like that. also have ur tapes constantly on replay so its the only thing you see/ hear all day and then when he comes home and sees the physical evidence of u cumming, he makes fun of u for it “oh, sweet girl … u get off on watching me use you all day? guess we’ll have to make some more so you don’t get bored of the same thing”.’

🐰, this is so wicked and disgusting but i’m obsessed. 

i can imagine stalker!will has your hands tied above your head as your legs are tied spread eagle to the two old bed posts at the end of some shitty bed he built for you in his basement as a vibrator is strapped to your clit and constantly on the highest setting. i’m also thinking about him also having some sort of contraption up so you can’t look away from the sextapes he puts on too, so you’re practically forced to watch yourself being sexually tortured from the day before.

also imagine him inspecting you when he comes home. sweetly turning off the vibrator and removing it as he kisses the tears away from your blotchy red cheeks before dragging two fingers down to your wet pussy and feeling how wet you are. before you watch will smirk and hum to himself as he smears your arousal around your folds, calling you “a messy little thing,” before going on to tease you for getting yourself in such a state at watching yourself being used like that.

alternatively, ⭐nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will who leaves you tied up while he goes out drinking with his friends (maybe with a vibrator attached to you if he feels particularly mean that day) - but the whole time he's thinking of you and what he wants to do to you next, just imagining your little tear-stained face and those big eyes he loves so much...it's a shame he doesn't have his gun with him right now otherwise he'd load it and point it at you to watch your eyes get even wider. cut to stalker will stumbling home drunk as fuck and fucking you senseless with the beer bottle he somehow managed to bring home with him because he can't really get it up right now, but he still wants to ruin you. maybe he does get his gun and fuck you with it anyway, just because he can.’

⭐️, when is stalker!will not mean? he’d be so preoccupied whilst he’s out with his friends, maybe even taking toilet trips just so he can stalk the live feed he has set up. 

he’s watching you getting overstimulated by the rough vibrations of the vibrator he has strapped to your clit, feeling himself get hard at the thought of him holding his gun to your head as you’re spread there— imagining your pretty little eyes go wide but knowing how hard your cunt would clench at the adrenaline surging around your body at the new danger.

i’m also imagining stalker!will not turning the vibrator off as he fucks you with the gun. “look at you all sobbing for me,” he’d slur, the thrusts he makes with his hands sloppy and messy as you’re practically screaming out loud at the sensations not only on your clit now but also at how your walls are clenching so hard around the glass bottle deep in your cunt.

also, i can definitely see will grabbing his gun, turning the safety off and gagging you with it to stop you moaning and crying out loud. imagining him saying, “keep quiet for me, pretty,” as your eyes go wide again, knowing that his finger on the trigger could go at any second if he wanted to.

⭐nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will?? with gunplay?? you say?? i raise you: deepthroat training with stalker!will and his guns. he won't allow you the 'privilege' of sucking his cock until you can take alllll of his gun down your throat without gagging.’

imagine him grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling your head upwards slightly as he just puts the gun inside of it. he’d laugh so fucking smugly as he’s just like, “suck it, pretty,” as you’re practically trembling, the weird metal taste in your mouth causing your stomach to churn and your face to scrunch up in disgust. wouldn’t it also be really fun if the gun was loaded and his hand was on the trigger at all times? really shoving it deep into you?

but there’s just something about him WANTING you to gag so he can deepthroat train with you for longer. “oops,” he’d chuckle as he purposefully causes you to gag, as you’ve kept up a good streak for around 10 minutes, as he loves the way your eyes glaze over as the barrel hits the back of your throat, and how your nails are digging into him as you try to ground yourself as he does it. and you’re not even looking up at his face, it’s him in a balaclava but you can feelhis smug grin from behind the fabric, teasing and taunting you because he’s always going to make you fuck up so that he can keep playing with his pretty little thing for longer.

in all honesty, i can see him not even letting you suck his cock. it’s more of a manipulation tactic for him to get you to deepthroat his firearm, to be honest. after he’s fucked your tight little throat with his gun, i can imagine him just leaving after it. and your brain is all fuzzy, your throat practically throbbing with pain, all glassy and teary-eyed as you’re left alone with your thoughts, unable to even comprehend what just happened.

🐰nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will promising you a warm bath but using ur vulnerability in there to his advantage. fingering u in the tub, coercing you into sucking him off, “cmon, pet, i’ve been so nice to you in washing you. can’t you do this for me?”.’

oh my god, 🐰, i’m obsessed. thinking about him being all sweet for you as he himself knows that you’re all grubby and grimy from being in his basement for so long, not able to come out because he has you under lock and key.

thinking about him pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he tenderly speaks to you, telling you, “let me run you a bath, pretty. you deserve it for being so good,” and you timidly agree, letting him hold your hand in a gentle but firm grip as he guides you up the basement stairs to the bathroom.

imagine him initially being ever so sweet and lovely with you, pouring nice warm water over yourself and lathering you in soap before his fingers trail a little lower, until they find your clit. you look at him with afraid eyes, but he’s quick to reassure you, saying “you’re safe, baby. let me help you relax.” and you do, letting him finger fuck you slowly for a little bit.

only for him after to say, “c’mon, pet. do this for me, yeah? i just helped you get cleaned up and relax, this is the least you could do for me,” after he’s already pushed his trousers down to his ankles and you can see his hard cock straining against his boxers. 

and you have to agree to it. it’s only fair, right? as you take him in your mouth, praises spill from his lips as he comes shamefully fast because he’s so happy that you actually agreed (were coerced, actually) to sucking him off.

🐇nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will has you strapped to a bed and has a fuck machine pounding into you nonstop. could be as punishment because you had the nerve to go out on a date. don't you know that you only belong to will?? maybe you'll remember after you beg for forgiveness in between sobs and his name’

🐇, i’m so wet right now?? i’m envisioning this being at the start of will’s stalking. especially maybe after he’s started to do a few things or leave a few clues for you— just so you know of his existence of course.

and you still have the audacity to go on a date? if anything, stalker!will is not only enraged, he’s heartbroken. in his deluded little mind, you’re his and only his, despite you not even knowing him. but as payback for doing this, he’s sure to make himself known to you now.

thinking about him sitting with his legs crossed over each other in front of you as your ass is being pounded into by the machine. tears stream down your cheeks as you hic and sob. 

“please will, this isn’t fair!” you’d cry out as the plastic dildo hit your sweet spot, only for will to stay silent, not showing any emotion at all.

you continue to cry out and beg for him to show you some mercy, only for him to smirk at you wickedly. maybe he’d even rise from where he was sitting and make his way over to you, cupping your tear-stained cheek ever so tenderly before asking, “you want this to stop, baby?”

“please,” you’d pathetically croak back, your eyes wide and glassy with tears ready to be shed, your body rocking backwards and forwards due to the fucking machine still penetrating your ass.

smiling, he’d then look down at his cock that is strained in his jeans. “well, help me out as a way of saying sorry and maybe i’ll untie you from the machine,” will would then say, and being so desperate you’d do it, ending up sucking him off whilst still being fucked by the machine.

🐇nonnie asked…. ‘hear me out: stalker!will sends you a parcel and it's his boxers all dirty from cumming to the thought of you’

stalker!will would so do this, 🐇. thinking about him also sending you little notes with the boxers too, with things such as ‘couldn’t stop thinking about you naked’, ‘wish you’d help me ruin these’, ‘baby, i’m so crazy about you’, as he sends you more and more packages with soiled underwear in them.

🗿nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will who at some point in ur kidnapping you manage to get his gun in your hands and you’re pointing it at right at him, tears falling down your face and wills standing there and is looking at you with a pitying expression like “come on pet you know you’re not going to shoot me” “you’re too sweet for that” “you know deep down you love me, i treat you well don’t i” while inching closer to you and he takes it off you and you’re sobbing harder now and he grabs your face and says “poor bunny should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance. now i have to punish you. and i’ve been so nice to you up till now.”’

🗿, i want to kiss your mind. thinking about him looking at you with a frown of disapproval as you hold the gun in your shaky palms, before shouting out, “don’t come near me!” as your eyes are wide with fear.

and stalker!will is all like, “sweetheart, you’re too much of an angel to shoot me,” as he starts slowly walking up to you, his moves calculated as he watches you twitch, taking a scared step back.

your mouth dry as you say, “stay away. i will shoot,” and he just has the audacity to laugh at your pitying attempts at being tough.

“no you won’t, pretty. you’re too much of an angel for that. my angel, to be frank,” as he gets closer and closer to you, whilst your palms are now becoming clammy and sweaty from the gap he’s making smaller between you both.

only for him to easily take the gun out of your hands, before saying, “see? you’re too sweet to shoot me. and you love me too much to shoot me, anyways,” as his other hand cups your jaw, before squishing your cheeks together.

he then points the gun at your head, pressing it down against your temple before sighing, “what am i going to do with you, huh, angel?” as you squeeze your eyes together, letting more tears shed and roll down your cheeks as he has you at gunpoint.

“i’m sorry,” you’d croak again, your voice merely a whisper as you open your eyes to look at him again only for will to kick you down to your knees, before pressing the head of his shoe into your stomach to make you lie on your stomach. all whilst still pointing the gun directly at you.

all before he also goes down onto his knees and he drags the barrel of the gun down your clothed stomach, before pushing your skimpy panties to the side and sliding the metal into your slick folds, causing you to moan out loud. before he then fucks you with the gun until you’re an apologetic, babbling mess.

anon asked…. ‘stalker!will posing as different people in your life to get close to you. and you don't realise until it's too late that your mechanic, waiter, etc all look extremely alike........’

oh my god, i love the idea of you constantly getting some sort of deja vu when it comes to stalker!will. 

the weird feeling that you’ve heard that exact accent and voice somewhere else before this one, or the fact that that his face looks oddly familiar only for it to be too late when he ultimately does kidnap you.

and then when you’re face to face with him, you’re able to connect the dots and will just watches your face go pale with fear, before smiling and saying, “hello you. we meet again finally,” as he knows he’s finally got you caught and stuck in his grasp forever.

then similarly, anon also asked…. ‘stalker!will engineering to run into you on your way to work one day, fully intending just to strike up a conversation because he just needs to hear your voice. what he doesn't expect is that the train you take to work is absolutely rammed. people are squashed in like sardines and by some twist of luck or fate, he ends up squished right into your back, your ass practically flush with his crotch. and at the end of the day, he's just a man. he can't resist a little grope of your ass, feeling the lace panties you're wearing under your skirt. he can't resist running his fingers over your clothed cunt, feeling the damp spot at the gusset from his touches. and he absolutely cannot resist taking advantage of the trains movements, lurching forward when the train stops and just so happening to grab onto your tits. it's only for a second, but it's enough for him to ruin his boxers.’

i can imagine stalker!will to know your schedule inside out. he knows when you leave for work, when you get your first train, what number bus you take, when your second train is, and which trains you get back.

however, what he doesn’t account for is how busy those modes of transport are going to be, which is what you’d also mentioned, anon!

but if anything, your train being busy almost does will a favour. he’s able to grope and touch you as much as he pleases under the guise of the train’s movements which he ultimately uses to his advantage.

he has two hands against your hips as he keeps you flush against his crotch and he feels like he’s in heaven. with a sudden jolt, he accidentally taps your ass, keeping his hand on a cheek for a moment too long as he feels the lace underneath your skirt and he’s sure that he could come in that moment.

with another movement, will’s able to graze his hand over your clothed cunt feeling how his movements and touches are making you feel and it makes him euphoric. 

it’s a miracle how will hasn’t been sussed out by you, but by the end of your train journey he’s combusted on the spot and has to live with the reality of soaked boxers as you leave the train also wet. just like him.

anon asked…. ‘i fear stalker kink with will like you're just minding your business showering or whatever and of course your bedroom window is open because why wouldn't it be? and the shower is so loud you don't hear them sneaking in and following the sound of the water to find you.....maybe you drop your soap or something and the next thing you know after you bend over is there's a thick, fat cock inside you pressing so nicely against your sweet spot......’

ugh, i can imagine this so well. stalker!will just easily sneaking into your bedroom through the open window just because he can, not because he should.

will then easily stalks you down to the bathroom after seeing all your clothes littered messily over your bed, following the faint sound of water hitting ceramic tile. 

i can imagine him using the fact that the shower is loud to his advantage, slowly stripping down naked as he stalks over to you, who now has your back turned away from him, the mist collecting on the glass fogging it up too which doesn’t help.

when the bar of soap you’re using slips out of your hand, will is quick to react. when you bend over, you can’t help but notice a thick cock head trying to press itself deep into your hole. 

next thing you know, a hand is snaking down to your head, keeping it pressed down as will fucks you there and then in the shower and all you can do is take it.

anon asked…. ‘stalker!will who sends you letters upon letters detailing exactly what he wants to do to you, each one more explicit than the last. after a certain point, you stop reading them. there's only so much you can take reading about how someone wants to chase you down, cut you, hit you, whatever else he's said. so each letter just goes in your drawer unopened. but, when he finally snaps, and you wake up tied to a chair, you realise maybe you should have paid attention to what he was saying. especially when he asks you to choose. you don't know what he means at first, until he says 'you got my letters, didn't you, darling? you read them, right?' and you realise that he wasn't just unloading his fantasies onto you, he was giving you options. making you choose your inevitable fate. maybe you should have read those letters....’

oh my god, i’m so giddy over this!! i can envision stalker!will doing this so so vividly. i can imagine the letters first starting tame, maybe a little comment like ‘you’re so gorgeous that i just want to kidnap you and keep you to myself’, which in all fairness is a little odd to you, but it isn’t terrible. 

but it isn’t soon until the letters quickly ramp up in intenseness. suddenly you’re reading things like: ‘i want to carve my name into your skin’, ‘let me leave you bloodied and bruised, please?’, ‘bought a new knife because of you today. can’t wait to cut you with it’, ‘can i break your bones?’, ‘just wait until i chase you down and capture you, bunny’, to blatant rape fantasies which leave your skin crawling.

after that one, you have to stop reading them. they’re too violent and honestly they’re terrible for your mental health. they leave you on edge, each unopened letter in your drawer causing your skin to crawl— a barrage of ‘what ifs’ swirling in your mind as you spiral on what they might say or contain.

i can imagine will feeling very unloved by you hiding his letters away. i can imagine he’s so deluded that he doesn’t even know what’s wrong with him saying those things— as he believes they’re just emphasising his devotion and love for you, rather than them reading as violent and criminally disgusting.

that’s why he then snaps. drugging you, before tying you up to a chair. when you awake, he’s stood towering over you with a knife in his hand. your head throbs and your eyes blurry from the drugs wearing off, but you can make out the glistening of the metal blade from the dim light in the basement that he seems to have you trapped in.

there’s also a gun snugly placed in his pocket, but he soon has the blade of the knife under your chin, forcing you to look up at him as he watches you wake up. “morning, sleepyhead,” he smiles wickedly as you look up at him with wide, fearful eyes.

that’s when you start to realise you might’ve messed up. “what would you rather, angel? the knife or the gun? it’s your choice, pet,” he then says, leaving you confused. why was he asking which weapon you’d prefer him to use?

will notices your confused expression before asking, “you did get my letters, right? you did read them, darling?” and that’s when you realise that you’d fucked up.

those letters weren’t just his fantasies, they were options. he wanted you to choose your fate that was ultimately inevitable, and you know you can’t lie, because he’d be able to see through the act.

so when he presses the blade a little deeper onto your neck, it seems your fate has been chosen and you’re left helpless and unable to escape.

anon asked…. ‘stalker!will is so yum i lowkey need to bait him until he finally snaps and breaks into my house to take me <3’

imagine just baiting him till he’s physically in agony. like, you start wearing only lingerie as you walk around the house, you spend longer bending over to pick things up, you start pouring things down yourself more deliberately just so he goes absolutely feral. i can imagine the letters he writes in response. they’re more aggressive, brutal and maybe even borderline illegal. you get a rush from knowing that your stalker is coming more and more to his wits end, knowing that he’s struggling to hold on and stay in the shadows. and it soon turns into a game. 

ughhh, i can imagine when he snaps you’re bare naked, just showered and he’s been hiding behind the steam which is fogging up the windows. and you don’t sense him coming in because of the water falling on you, and you feel a body come up behind you and throw some pills into your mouth, forcing you to swallow them. then in a thick voice, will says, “say goodnight, you fucking whore,” as you become drowsy and ultimately is rag-dolled out of the house by him, still fully naked and dripping water everywhere and taken away from your home forever <3

thinking about…. having a chase with stalker!will where he’s chasing you with a knife. 

like, imagine you’re completely bare and he chases you through the woods and it’s cold and you feel yourself getting weaker and weaker because of the surroundings and climate and he quickly catches up to you and presses a chloroform coated cloth to your nose and it’s lights out. you wake up with a gag tied around your mouth and you’re tied to the radiator and you’re eyes are full with fear as will holds the knife up to your naked, battered body. and then he drags the tip of it across your breasts, smirking and chuckling to himself as you squirm and try to fight the restraints as tears are coming out of your eyes because you know you can’t do anything so you just let him do it.

thinking about…. having a gun to your head as you’re made to suck off stalker!will. 

i can imagine him in a balaclava just holding a gun to your head as he shoves his erect cock in your face. “suck it or it’s lights out forever, honey,” he’d chuckle so smugly as you’re made to suck his cock, your hands trembling as you know he can blow your brains out at any time if he wants. and when he comes down your throat he’d push you onto your back and bring the head of the gun to your cunt, dipping it through your juices before going, “are you really a slut for this? fuckin’ hell, pet. gettin’ horny at having a gun at your head, such a filthy fuckin’ girl.” before shoving the gun into your cunt, making you orgasm all over the cool metal.

thinking about…. the concept of stalker!will planting a camera hidden in one of the button eyes of one of your childhood teddy bears. 

and one night you come in front a night out and you just want to get off. your fingers aren’t good enough for the dull ache between your thighs, and it’s too much of a chore to find your dildo so instead you grab the bugged bear… and you start to hump it…. the little plastic nose nudging your clit so good. so you just continue to hump it, becoming more and more aroused from the satisfaction.

will starts to hear laboured noises from the computer which he uses to see all the hidden CCTV he’s planted only to be met with your slick cunt sliding and rutting over the bear’s eyes, giving him such a pornographic sight which even makes his eyes widen. before he can even attempt to record the affair, will is already hard as he’s practically ripping his trousers down his legs, dipping his hand into his boxers ever so quickly so he can pump his cock to the homemade porn you’re making completely unaware that he’s watching you on the other end <3

🦇nonnie asked…. ‘thinking about stalker!will tracing his knife across your stomach, dipping down to press flat against your mound, laughing at your sniffles as he throws the knife to the side and replaces it with his steel-toed boot, pressing down on you and going "well? you gonna get off or what?" making you hump his shoe until you're a pathetic crying mess <3’

i can imagine him loving watching you squirm as he toys with the tip of it across your skin, cooing, “you scared, pet? don’t be, you’re okay,” as he watches the tears pool down your cheeks, feeling himself get hard at the sight.

but, yes, 🦇. stalker!will and knife play is like a must. i definitely think he’d fuck you with the handle of the knife beforehand, slowly thrusting it into your tight cunt as he laughs at your cries. he would definitely tease you for how tight you are, saying things like: “you’re clenching so much baby, i’m starting to think you actually like this,” as you’re trying to bite back moans that want to stupidly escape your lips.

thinking about him also getting you to the edge with the handle of his knife, before just removing it from your cunt and tossing it to the side. before then pressing his steel-toed boot onto your dripping cunt, watching you mewl at the new fabric on your sensitive pussy before making you get off like that because that’s what horny good girls do, isn’t it?

⭐️nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will who's also a panty thief. everytime he fucks you he takes the panties you were wearing (so he can jerk off with them ofc) and soon enough you just. don't have any anymore, and start going bare around the house, a small part of you hoping that he's watching, wondering if he'll rise to the bait this time and fuck you even though there's no reward for him anymore’

⭐️, stalker!will is such a panty thief. genuinely, i can imagine his drawers being filled more with your panties than his own underwear after a certain point— that’s how fucking disgusting he is. i can imagine him also not washing them after he’s came in them too. what’s the fun in washing them anyways, he can’t smell yourself mixed with him on them if he did that.

oh and having to walk around naked now as a result of his stealing? i can imagine stalker!will being in fucking agony. like, he’s so hard, trying not to combust on the spot whilst watching the curve of your ass being shown off if you’re bending down to pick something up and he’s just fighting the urge to break into your house and fuck you there and then.

🐰nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will strapping a vibe to you in his basement all day so when he comes home, ur already overstimulated and crying bcs he likes u best like that. also have ur tapes constantly on replay so its the only thing you see/ hear all day and then when he comes home and sees the physical evidence of u cumming, he makes fun of u for it “oh, sweet girl … u get off on watching me use you all day? guess we’ll have to make some more so you don’t get bored of the same thing”.’

🐰, this is so wicked and disgusting but i’m obsessed.

i can imagine stalker!will has your hands tied above your head as your legs are tied spread eagle to the two old bed posts at the end of some shitty bed he built for you in his basement as a vibrator is strapped to your clit and constantly on the highest setting. i’m also thinking about him also having some sort of contraption up so you can’t look away from the sextapes he puts on too, so you’re practically forced to watch yourself being sexually tortured from the day before.

also imagine him inspecting you when he comes home. sweetly turning off the vibrator and removing it as he kisses the tears away from your blotchy red cheeks before dragging two fingers down to your wet pussy and feeling how wet you are. before you watch will smirk and hum to himself as he smears your arousal around your folds, calling you “a messy little thing,” before going on to tease you for getting yourself in such a state at watching yourself being used like that.

alternatively, ⭐nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will who leaves you tied up while he goes out drinking with his friends (maybe with a vibrator attached to you if he feels particularly mean that day) - but the whole time he's thinking of you and what he wants to do to you next, just imagining your little tear-stained face and those big eyes he loves so much...it's a shame he doesn't have his gun with him right now otherwise he'd load it and point it at you to watch your eyes get even wider. cut to stalker will stumbling home drunk as fuck and fucking you senseless with the beer bottle he somehow managed to bring home with him because he can't really get it up right now, but he still wants to ruin you. maybe he does get his gun and fuck you with it anyway, just because he can.’

⭐️, when is stalker!will not mean? he’d be so preoccupied whilst he’s out with his friends, maybe even taking toilet trips just so he can stalk the live feed he has set up.

he’s watching you getting overstimulated by the rough vibrations of the vibrator he has strapped to your clit, feeling himself get hard at the thought of him holding his gun to your head as you’re spread there— imagining your pretty little eyes go wide but knowing how hard your cunt would clench at the adrenaline surging around your body at the new danger.

i’m also imagining stalker!will not turning the vibrator off as he fucks you with the gun. “look at you all sobbing for me,” he’d slur, the thrusts he makes with his hands sloppy and messy as you’re practically screaming out loud at the sensations not only on your clit now but also at how your walls are clenching so hard around the glass bottle deep in your cunt.

also, i can definitely see will grabbing his gun, turning the safety off and gagging you with it to stop you moaning and crying out loud. imagining him saying, “keep quiet for me, pretty,” as your eyes go wide again, knowing that his finger on the trigger could go at any second if he wanted to.

🐰nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will promising you a warm bath but using ur vulnerability in there to his advantage. fingering u in the tub, coercing you into sucking him off, “cmon, pet, i’ve been so nice to you in washing you. can’t you do this for me?”.’

oh my god, 🐰, i’m obsessed. thinking about him being all sweet for you as he himself knows that you’re all grubby and grimy from being in his basement for so long, not able to come out because he has you under lock and key.

thinking about him pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he tenderly speaks to you, telling you, “let me run you a bath, pretty. you deserve it for being so good,” and you timidly agree, letting him hold your hand in a gentle but firm grip as he guides you up the basement stairs to the bathroom.

imagine him initially being ever so sweet and lovely with you, pouring nice warm water over yourself and lathering you in soap before his fingers trail a little lower, until they find your clit. you look at him with afraid eyes, but he’s quick to reassure you, saying “you’re safe, baby. let me help you relax.” and you do, letting him finger fuck you slowly for a little bit.

only for him after to say, “c’mon, pet. do this for me, yeah? i just helped you get cleaned up and relax, this is the least you could do for me,” after he’s already pushed his trousers down to his ankles and you can see his hard cock straining against his boxers.

and you have to agree to it. it’s only fair, right? as you take him in your mouth, praises spill from his lips as he comes shamefully fast because he’s so happy that you actually agreed (were coerced, actually) to sucking him off.

🐇nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will has you strapped to a bed and has a fuck machine pounding into you nonstop. could be as punishment because you had the nerve to go out on a date. don't you know that you only belong to will?? maybe you'll remember after you beg for forgiveness in between sobs and his name’

🐇, i’m so wet right now?? i’m envisioning this being at the start of will’s stalking. especially maybe after he’s started to do a few things or leave a few clues for you— just so you know of his existence of course.

and you still have the audacity to go on a date? if anything, stalker!will is not only enraged, he’s heartbroken. in his deluded little mind, you’re his and only his, despite you not even knowing him. but as payback for doing this, he’s sure to make himself known to you now.

thinking about him sitting with his legs crossed over each other in front of you as your ass is being pounded into by the machine. tears stream down your cheeks as you hic and sob.

“please will, this isn’t fair!” you’d cry out as the plastic dildo hit your sweet spot, only for will to stay silent, not showing any emotion at all.

you continue to cry out and beg for him to show you some mercy, only for him to smirk at you wickedly. maybe he’d even rise from where he was sitting and make his way over to you, cupping your tear-stained cheek ever so tenderly before asking, “you want this to stop, baby?”

“please,” you’d pathetically croak back, your eyes wide and glassy with tears ready to be shed, your body rocking backwards and forwards due to the fucking machine still penetrating your ass.

smiling, he’d then look down at his cock that is strained in his jeans. “well, help me out as a way of saying sorry and maybe i’ll untie you from the machine,” will would then say, and being so desperate you’d do it, ending up sucking him off whilst still being fucked by the machine.

🐇nonnie asked…. ‘hear me out: stalker!will sends you a parcel and it's his boxers all dirty from cumming to the thought of you’

stalker!will would so do this, 🐇. thinking about him also sending you little notes with the boxers too, with things such as ‘couldn’t stop thinking about you naked’, ‘wish you’d help me ruin these’, ‘baby, i’m so crazy about you’, as he sends you more and more packages with soiled underwear in them.

🗿nonnie asked…. ‘stalker!will who at some point in ur kidnapping you manage to get his gun in your hands and you’re pointing it at right at him, tears falling down your face and wills standing there and is looking at you with a pitying expression like “come on pet you know you’re not going to shoot me” “you’re too sweet for that” “you know deep down you love me, i treat you well don’t i” while inching closer to you and he takes it off you and you’re sobbing harder now and he grabs your face and says “poor bunny should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance. now i have to punish you. and i’ve been so nice to you up till now.”’

🗿, i want to kiss your mind. thinking about him looking at you with a frown of disapproval as you hold the gun in your shaky palms, before shouting out, “don’t come near me!” as your eyes are wide with fear.

and stalker!will is all like, “sweetheart, you’re too much of an angel to shoot me,” as he starts slowly walking up to you, his moves calculated as he watches you twitch, taking a scared step back.

your mouth dry as you say, “stay away. i will shoot,” and he just has the audacity to laugh at your pitying attempts at being tough.

“no you won’t, pretty. you’re too much of an angel for that. my angel, to be frank,” as he gets closer and closer to you, whilst your palms are now becoming clammy and sweaty from the gap he’s making smaller between you both.

only for him to easily take the gun out of your hands, before saying, “see? you’re too sweet to shoot me. and you love me too much to shoot me, anyways,” as his other hand cups your jaw, before squishing your cheeks together.

he then points the gun at your head, pressing it down against your temple before sighing, “what am i going to do with you, huh, angel?” as you squeeze your eyes together, letting more tears shed and roll down your cheeks as he has you at gunpoint.

“i’m sorry,” you’d croak again, your voice merely a whisper as you open your eyes to look at him again only for will to kick you down to your knees, before pressing the head of his shoe into your stomach to make you lie on your stomach. all whilst still pointing the gun directly at you.

all before he also goes down onto his knees and he drags the barrel of the gun down your clothed stomach, before pushing your skimpy panties to the side and sliding the metal into your slick folds, causing you to moan out loud. before he then fucks you with the gun until you’re an apologetic, babbling mess.

anon asked…. ‘stalker!will posing as different people in your life to get close to you. and you don't realise until it's too late that your mechanic, waiter, etc all look extremely alike........’

oh my god, i love the idea of you constantly getting some sort of deja vu when it comes to stalker!will.

the weird feeling that you’ve heard that exact accent and voice somewhere else before this one, or the fact that that his face looks oddly familiar only for it to be too late when he ultimately does kidnap you.

and then when you’re face to face with him, you’re able to connect the dots and will just watches your face go pale with fear, before smiling and saying, “hello you. we meet again finally,” as he knows he’s finally got you caught and stuck in his grasp forever.

then similarly, anon also asked…. ‘stalker!will engineering to run into you on your way to work one day, fully intending just to strike up a conversation because he just needs to hear your voice. what he doesn't expect is that the train you take to work is absolutely rammed. people are squashed in like sardines and by some twist of luck or fate, he ends up squished right into your back, your ass practically flush with his crotch. and at the end of the day, he's just a man. he can't resist a little grope of your ass, feeling the lace panties you're wearing under your skirt. he can't resist running his fingers over your clothed cunt, feeling the damp spot at the gusset from his touches. and he absolutely cannot resist taking advantage of the trains movements, lurching forward when the train stops and just so happening to grab onto your tits. it's only for a second, but it's enough for him to ruin his boxers.’

i can imagine stalker!will to know your schedule inside out. he knows when you leave for work, when you get your first train, what number bus you take, when your second train is, and which trains you get back.

however, what he doesn’t account for is how busy those modes of transport are going to be, which is what you’d also mentioned, anon!

but if anything, your train being busy almost does will a favour. he’s able to grope and touch you as much as he pleases under the guise of the train’s movements which he ultimately uses to his advantage.

he has two hands against your hips as he keeps you flush against his crotch and he feels like he’s in heaven. with a sudden jolt, he accidentally taps your ass, keeping his hand on a cheek for a moment too long as he feels the lace underneath your skirt and he’s sure that he could come in that moment.

with another movement, will’s able to graze his hand over your clothed cunt feeling how his movements and touches are making you feel and it makes him euphoric.

it’s a miracle how will hasn’t been sussed out by you, but by the end of your train journey he’s combusted on the spot and has to live with the reality of soaked boxers as you leave the train also wet. just like him.

anon asked…. ‘i fear stalker kink with will like you're just minding your business showering or whatever and of course your bedroom window is open because why wouldn't it be? and the shower is so loud you don't hear them sneaking in and following the sound of the water to find you.....maybe you drop your soap or something and the next thing you know after you bend over is there's a thick, fat cock inside you pressing so nicely against your sweet spot......’

ugh, i can imagine this so well. stalker!will just easily sneaking into your bedroom through the open window just because he can, not because he should.

will then easily stalks you down to the bathroom after seeing all your clothes littered messily over your bed, following the faint sound of water hitting ceramic tile.

i can imagine him using the fact that the shower is loud to his advantage, slowly stripping down naked as he stalks over to you, who now has your back turned away from him, the mist collecting on the glass fogging it up too which doesn’t help.

when the bar of soap you’re using slips out of your hand, will is quick to react. when you bend over, you can’t help but notice a thick cock head trying to press itself deep into your hole.

next thing you know, a hand is snaking down to your head, keeping it pressed down as will fucks you there and then in the shower and all you can do is take it.

anon asked…. ‘stalker!will who sends you letters upon letters detailing exactly what he wants to do to you, each one more explicit than the last. after a certain point, you stop reading them. there's only so much you can take reading about how someone wants to chase you down, cut you, hit you, whatever else he's said. so each letter just goes in your drawer unopened. but, when he finally snaps, and you wake up tied to a chair, you realise maybe you should have paid attention to what he was saying. especially when he asks you to choose. you don't know what he means at first, until he says 'you got my letters, didn't you, darling? you read them, right?' and you realise that he wasn't just unloading his fantasies onto you, he was giving you options. making you choose your inevitable fate. maybe you should have read those letters....’

oh my god, i’m so giddy over this!! i can envision stalker!will doing this so so vividly. i can imagine the letters first starting tame, maybe a little comment like ‘you’re so gorgeous that i just want to kidnap you and keep you to myself’, which in all fairness is a little odd to you, but it isn’t terrible.

but it isn’t soon until the letters quickly ramp up in intenseness. suddenly you’re reading things like: ‘i want to carve my name into your skin’, ‘let me leave you bloodied and bruised, please?’, ‘bought a new knife because of you today. can’t wait to cut you with it’, ‘can i break your bones?’, ‘just wait until i chase you down and capture you, bunny’, to blatant rape fantasies which leave your skin crawling.

after that one, you have to stop reading them. they’re too violent and honestly they’re terrible for your mental health. they leave you on edge, each unopened letter in your drawer causing your skin to crawl— a barrage of ‘what ifs’ swirling in your mind as you spiral on what they might say or contain.

i can imagine will feeling very unloved by you hiding his letters away. i can imagine he’s so deluded that he doesn’t even know what’s wrong with him saying those things— as he believes they’re just emphasising his devotion and love for you, rather than them reading as violent and criminally disgusting.

that’s why he then snaps. drugging you, before tying you up to a chair. when you awake, he’s stood towering over you with a knife in his hand. your head throbs and your eyes blurry from the drugs wearing off, but you can make out the glistening of the metal blade from the dim light in the basement that he seems to have you trapped in.

there’s also a gun snugly placed in his pocket, but he soon has the blade of the knife under your chin, forcing you to look up at him as he watches you wake up. “morning, sleepyhead,” he smiles wickedly as you look up at him with wide, fearful eyes.

that’s when you start to realise you might’ve messed up. “what would you rather, angel? the knife or the gun? it’s your choice, pet,” he then says, leaving you confused. why was he asking which weapon you’d prefer him to use?

will notices your confused expression before asking, “you did get my letters, right? you did read them, darling?” and that’s when you realise that you’d fucked up.

those letters weren’t just his fantasies, they were options. he wanted you to choose your fate that was ultimately inevitable, and you know you can’t lie, because he’d be able to see through the act.

so when he presses the blade a little deeper onto your neck, it seems your fate has been chosen and you’re left helpless and unable to escape.

a ghostly chill crawled up your body as you stumbled home. the darkness encased you regularly, apart from the few lampposts who broke up the black in little bursts of white light. it was reassuring to you to an extent.

sniffling, you stumbled. your hair was dishevelled and so was your outfit. even if you could call it that. you hated walking in the dark, especially in london. your phone had died hours ago when you were in what seemed to be the millionth pub you and your friends decided to go to on this bustling saturday night.

but in the outskirts? deathly silence was all that could be found. it was scary. you always hated the dark. the ominous feeling around you, a gut feeling that you were always in danger— it had your stomach in knots.

your eyes were also burning. you’d been crying, of course you had. your friends decided to abandon you— well, maybe ‘abandon’ was too harsh— depart from you when in a panic you’d decided to call it a night when you phone did lose charge, believing it to be lighter than it actually was outside.

now here you were, walking the streets alone. the brisk chill biting at your bare thighs that became more visible the more you walked, especially with that thing you’d call a dress you had on. when in all honesty, it was more like under-sized fabric that clung to your body for dear life.

the heels you were wearing didn’t help. you seemed to stumble and trip on the pavement more than actually step forward and walk properly, and you could feel your ankles ready to just give up at any moment.

another rush of sadness overwhelmed you, tears daring to brim in your eyes again. this could only have happened to you, you thought. it just had to be you. it always was.

however, you carried on, softly whimpering to yourself as your teeth chattered whilst the chilly air fought your body heat for control over your overall body temperature.

what you didn’t suspect behind you however was a dark figure, loitering behind you. it was deliberate. trailing behind you like a shadow, with footsteps so light not even an animal could sense them.

calculated. controlled. predatory.

you could’ve sworn the outside temperature also dipped in that moment. a ghostly change that had your blood surging through your body. a typical fight or flight response.

you turned and looked behind you. no one was there. that was odd.

your breathing now hitched, you clutched subconsciously clutched your bag tighter to your shoulder, the leather digging into your icy skin. you’d noticed your pace had gotten faster, but it was probably some night thief trying to get your purse, you thought, trying to brush off the multitudes of realities swimming through your head.

you could feel your chest tighten as you continued onwards. taking glances behind your shoulder now-and-again, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a dark outline of a person blurring in and out of the darkness of the street you were walking down.

run, was your first thought. whilst hot blood then surged around your body as you let a hissing intake of breath nervously whistle through the gasps in your teeth.

unfortunately for you, that was simply impossible. running in high heels whilst already intoxicated to an extent? no way. with the other option being go barefoot in a sketchy area of london? another really bad idea.

so you were stuck. instead, succumbing to the belief that no one was actually there— mainly for your own sanity. and that it was all some nightmare that you’d eventually wake up from.

and boy, was it a nightmare you were going to remember.

the figure of darkness, you may ask? that just happened to be your stalker, will lenney. he knew your nights out and daily schedules to an exact tee. even to the extent of knowing the precise timings of which establishments you’d be at all throughout the night.

it’s also like you didn’t know of him. you did.

it all started with the various letters illustrating explicit rape fantasies in bold handwriting; then it was the lewd polaroids of yourself stripping obviously took from peering inside your bedroom window; to that ultimate feeling of unease that caused you to become a recluse.

that’s why you needed to get out tonight. to break the cycle of fear. to prove to yourself that you didn’t have a stalker.

but you did. and you couldn’t rewrite nor erase that truth. you just had to live with that fear lurking in the darkest crevices of your mind, hoping— no, just praying that nothing would intensify further with them.

it was kind of humorous how easy it was for will to track you down tonight. all it took was a few chippings of your phone, and then being able to listen to call logs and see chat logs from your friends and suddenly he knew enough information to make it seem like he knew you in person.

that thought made him smirk. he wanted to know you, that’s all he could ever had wanted.

which is why when you quickened your pace, and he did also in response. he matched everything you did. and it wasn’t even tiring for his sick, sick mind.

your walk home had now become a chase. a chase from some random figure you didn’t know. tears dared to spill from your eyes as the london streets blurred into one, the different lane and road names causing your head to spin even more.

one wrong turn and you were dead, you thought. no, you knew. this was the end, you were sure of it.

your feet were sore as they begged to become free of the flimsy leather straps holding them down to the merciless heel, curving the sole of your foot an uncomfortable angle— an angle unfit for sprinting in, to be quite frank.

your eyes were red raw from the amount of tears that had started to stream down your cheeks. you were a blubbering mess. and a vulnerable one too.

you tried to shout, but your throat was too dry whilst your body was running on strict adrenaline. you kept moving, trying to make it seem like you knew where you were heading, hoping to shake the figure off.

but will knew you too well. of course he fucking did. four months intensely studying a person does wonders. he knew everything about you, and you soon become his little lamb, all pristine and ready for the slaughter.

and what do little lambs not do? they never win.

you thought you’d won though, after turning your head to glance over your shoulder again to see that there wasn’t no figure of darkness behind you. but weren’t you so wrong.

a strong hand gripped your wrist, tugging you back from the brightly lit pavement and into the shadows. you screamed, your heart now frantically pounding in your body as fear overwhelmed you.

“hey! what the fuck?!” you practically screeched, limbs flailing all around as you tried to kick the mystery figure, but it was no use as his spare hand wrapped around your waist, his body weight overpowering you almost instantly.

“finally gotcha,” the gravelly mumble trickled into your ear.

he laughed as you still squirmed, trying to shake him off. tears were now fully flowing down your burning cheeks, mascara smudged around your eyes messily as you blubbered, “please, just let me go!”

you could’ve sworn you felt a smirk tug on the man’s lips when you begged for being released. “aww, poor thing,” he cooed, trying his best to seem like he cared, “but no can do i’m afraid.”

you choked on your sobs, about to say something else until you felt a thick cloth press over your mouth and nose. the smell of it burned your senses— like an overwhelming chemical. and that’s when you realised what it was. chloroform.

“have a nice sleep, sweetheart,” the voice mumbled into your ear as you felt the world around you become heavy. your limbs that were once energetic soon just deciding not to work, and becoming lethargic quite instantly.

you blinked. a blur and distorted voice. you blinked again. there was nothing but darkness.

getting you safely into the car next was another job for will. you’d slid slowly onto your bottom, sitting slumped over on the dingy alleyway as you fully became unconscious as the drug fully settled into your system.

“all better,” will then sighed as he gently picked you up, “i hate when you cry and scream, gorgeous. it pains me, it really does,” he added whilst carrying you over his shoulder with the upmost care. you slept peacefully on his shoulder, with a little bit of drool trailing out of the corner of your mouth as he soon reached his car, settling you into the backseat with tender precision.

the car journey to wherever the hell will was taking you was oddly comforting to the man who had just drugged you. he kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror, smiling to yourself as you slept, your body snugly strapped in across the backseats.

if anything, will felt giddy. he couldn’t believe it. it was like he was dreaming. never in a million years did he believe that he would be able to stalk you and eventually kidnap you, but here he was, in this reality with you in the backseat of his car after being lulled in an intoxicated sleep.

the roads to whoever he was taking you became more and more off-road as his miles exceeded. will hummed to himself happily as he drove down a country lane, knowing that he was getting closer and closer to where he wanted you to be.

looking at your sleeping state again, he then broke the silence in the car. “nearly there now,” he spoke to you still lying fast asleep in the backseat, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t hear him.

as will then took a turn, his eyes glimmered with wicked excitement, knowing that as soon as you awoke you’d be completely at his mercy and unable to ever run away from him again.

the muffled creaks of a bed frame slowly made you awake from your wrecked slumber. your vision was still blurry as you attempted to blink, that coming out in a lethargic motion, whilst you tried to accommodate yourself to your surroundings.

the cold, damp atmosphere hit your skin first. your senses were delayed, but you felt a chill crawl up your spine as your body attempted to accommodate to your dingy and quite honestly disgusting surroundings.

you could’ve sworn your body was rocking backwards and forwards, but you weren’t able to move your limbs in the process also, but your head was throbbing and pounding too much to care.

time seemed to have slowed down dramatically as you blinked slowly again, the picture becoming a little clearer now as you could make out that the room you were in looked old and run-down, as if it hadn’t been used for a while.

your jaw was achy too, and you attempted to close it but to your surprise, you weren’t able to. that was odd.

though, you still pathetically tried to push your tongue out to feel whatever was stuck inside your mouth, keeping it pried open, but failed miserably in doing so as it just didn’t want to move the way your hazy brain wanted it to.

your eyes dragged slowly upwards as you felt an uncomfortable weight above you, nearly cutting off your airwaves, as it was pushing you down firmly into the mattress below you.

that’s when it all started to make too much sense. even to your intoxicated mind.

he was there. the figure that had been following you down the street. your stalker. and he was now pistoning his cock deeply into you, just because he fucking could.

in the process of being unconscious, it seemed as if your clothes had been ripped off of your body by him too, the fabric now discarded onto the floor as if it wasn’t worth anything, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable to will who was on top of you.

you tried to move, but was stopped instantly by the harsh pain of rope rubbing against your wrists. you soon realised that you had been tied to the bed frame below you by your wrists and ankles, keeping you spread wide and easily accessible to will.

you squirmed as much as you could in protest, but the attempt fell flat as your limbs still felt like lead and your mind was still cloudy. and you also hissed slightly at the pain, before that melted into a moan as will continued to fuck you mercilessly and uncontrolled.

will was completely unrecognisable to you whilst he stayed perfectly on top of you. completely unmovable and overall victorious at solidifying his dominance over you, even if he had achieved it unethically.

he had a black balaclava covering his face snugly as a few stray brown curls of his mullet popped out from under it, but they blurred into the brown-ish coloured backdrop of where he was fucking you. he was also wearing a plain black t-shirt, which strained at his biceps when they flexed, as his cock kept thrusting in and out of your weeping pussy, covered thoroughly in your slick.

the sheets below you were already fucking soaked at this point too. you didn’t even want to know how long he’d been fucking you as your body seemed to be on overdrive, but also not as it still seemed heavy and unresponsive— to you anyways.

you soon realised that all of your noises coming out of your mouth were muffled, as the device in your mouth was a tightly bound ball gag wrapped around your head, prying your lips open so that you drooled messily all over your tits.

as you slowly gained more and more awareness of what was happening to you, you began to hear will’s voice more clearly as he pounded into you.

“i’ve needed this cunt for so long, baby,” he practically growled into your ear whilst his large hands held your hips in a death grip, his fingernails digging deep enough to cause bruises to blotch over the sensitive skin and stay there for days after.

you let out a gargled noise as he pierced into your skin, your eyes rolling back to white as your body became overwhelmed not only by the hazy buzz of the chloroform but also the unwanted, shameful adrenaline and pleasure surging through your veins in that given moment.

tears of ecstasy started to form in your eyes as your vision finally became the clearest it could be in the dimly lit room you were lying in. you’d now become a panting, moaning mess from behind the ball gag in your mouth as you stayed sprawled out for will’s pleasure and for his taking.

will smiled to himself as he continued to bury his thick shaft inside your tight, little hole. “god, i’m never going to forget this tight little hole. can’t believe i get to fuck a sweet virgin like you, pet,” he added through gritted teeth as one of his hands came down to your clit, his thumb now ghosting over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

you writhed as he touched it. the sensation like nothing else you’d felt before. mewling, more drool dripping down your chin as you began to quake, the pleasure you were feeling now becoming overpowering to your fucked up senses.

“there she is,” will laughed darkly, “you’re so sensitive, sweetheart. it’s so fuckin’ adorable.”

you sniffled in response, eyes now glassy with tears daring to be shed, and also burning as you then blinked to alleviate the pain, letting a stray tear fall down your cheek in the process.

your body on fire as your blood surged throughout your body now like hot electricity, setting your whole being alight in ecstatic pleasure. you couldn’t even tell which orgasm this was, but it was definitely going to be one of your last as you could feel your sweat beading on your forehead.

as will thrusted into you for the umpteenth time, your release crashed over you like an unstoppable tidal wave.

your whole body spasmed, back arching as much as it could as your limbs strained against the rickety bed frame below you, the force of your orgasm along with will’s adding weight almost causing it to collapse.

a strangled moan escaped your lips and muffled against the gag as tears streamed down your cheeks, your already ruined makeup from the start of the night now even more ruined. definitely now going to be incredibly difficult to wipe off of your face when everything did go back to normal.

“yes! oh fuck, milk me dry!” will practically growled as your walls spasmed around his cock, his thick, hot seed painting your walls white as your clit throbbed in overwhelming pleasure too.

“fuck— oh god, you’re amazing!” he panted, thrusting ever so erratically as he continued to ride his high out with yours. “god, you’re so fuckin’ tight. could fuck this cunt any day,” will added through gritted teeth as his hands trailed back down to your hips, holding them tightly again.

your heart thundered in your chest as you rode out your orgasm with will’s thick member plugged deeply inside of you, not allowing any of his come to spill out of you at any given moment as you both came down from your highs.

will slowly pulled out of you, this time with a more tender approach. which seemed foreign to everything that had happened before.

as your breathing plateaued, your eyes met his green ones that were peeking out of the eye holes in his balaclava. they looked soft until he pressed a hand against your lower belly, pressing you down onto the mattress so you couldn’t move again.

he reached over to the side of the bed before he lifted a bottle to a cloth, as you watched a smile form on his lips from behind the mask. “i think it’s time for you to go to sleep again, honey,” he then said.

before you could protest, the thick cloth was pressed firmly against your nose. the chemicals filled your senses, this time making you more woozy than before. you blinked, slower than you did before, before him and the world around you became a blur.

he lowered his lips to the shell of your ear before murmuring, “good night, reader. i think i’ll be seeing you again very soon, babygirl,” before chuckling darkly as the world around you fizzled into complete darkness once again.

the warmth of the brightly shining sun caused you to stir from your slumber. your head throbbed with an intense amount of pain, causing you to rub your temples as you sat up in what seemed to be… your bed?

your eyes fluttered open, trying to accustom themselves to what seemed to be a new day. you were confused, because you could’ve sworn you’d been… maybe it didn’t matter.

your limbs ached tremendously as you attempted to stretch whilst sat up, the plush pillows wedged between your back as support, failing miserably as they ultimately felt like your bones were made of rocks. heavy and not liftable.

as you shifted on the soft mattress below you, you couldn’t help but feel a small patch of dampness below you. your pussy also ached, and was so overstimulated to the extent that when you lightly grazed your fingers over it, you whimpered at the pain.

the red marks on your wrists then caught your eye too. your finger traced a line all around them, as you were unable to recollect where they’d come from. your jaw weirdly throbbed with pain as well, as if it had been pried open for a long period of time.

thinking about him having you pinned down, loaded gun to your head and you keep moving around, squirming as tears brim in your eyes and he’s just had enough of your whining and writhing.

so he just slaps you, with force too. his jaw muscles flexing as they clench, before he says through gritted teeth, “stop moving, you dumb fucking whore,” before pressing the gun harder onto your temple, watching how your eyes widen with fear but also your cunt clench like a vice around his cock that’s just been placed inside of you this entire time.