Anna just had a long day at work
She needed rest, but she knew she wasn't
Alone, she had noticed it, the figure always
Trailing behind her whenever she closes
From her shift. She should be scared but no,
she welcomes him In, allowing him f**k her....
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I'd been feeling his eyes on me for weeks. Not just the lingering glances of a regular at the bar where I worked, but something heavier, more insistent.
It started with small things—a shadow in the alley when I locked up, a figure across the street when I walked home.
At first, I told myself I was imagining it. But the feeling only grew, a low hum of awareness that buzzed beneath my skin. By the time I realized it wasn't in my head, it was too late.
He was already there, a silent presence that clung to the edg
