Stalker Obsession: A Dark Tale of Love, Control, and Kidnapping

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Her Stalker

My name is Ian Banks. I’m 25 years old, have blonde, short hair and blue eyes. I’m fairly skinny, but have strong abs and muscles. Most people wouldn’t want to get in a fight with me, I’m very strong and quick on my feet.

xxXxx

I’m enslaved… completely entranced by her. I want to know what it feels like to be inside her. I’ve wanted her for almost two years now… I’ve watched and craved her from afar. Ever since the first time I saw her on that little webcam of hers, I knew she was made for me. And by webcam, it’s not really what it sounds like. She is not some slut, she doesn’t do porn, she has dignity and pride. That’s what I love about her. Her webcam-show is simply this website of hers, “Punk&Disorderly”, where she puts out her deepest thoughts to the world, where she talks about music and art, and she usually sits in front of her webcam, drawing… I love to watch her draw. I can sit and watch her for hours. Seeing those pretty, blonde curls fall in front of her flawless face, as she focuses on her artwork, it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

For a long time I would sit entranced in front of her website, and every time she wasn’t online, I would sit and wait for her to return. After having watched her for a while, I realized how sad she seemed. She’d stare into the camera, and those pretty green eyes seemed so empty and broken… And I knew I was the one to fix her pain. She had so many bad things happening to her, but I would make all her pain disappear. I was the one for her.
After having watched her for about a year, strictly through the computer, I decided to take things further. I wanted to get closer. Finding her hometown was no problem, as she put out everything I would need to know about her on her website. She lived in a small town, she was a senior, 17 years old. She lived alone; her mom died when she was eight, and her father was always away at work.

It wasn’t hard to find her once I came to her town. When I saw her for the first time, I lost my breath. She looked even more stunning in person. I watched her get out of the school building, talking on her phone as she was walking towards her mercury 1963 car. She was tall, beautiful, and had the sexiest legs I’d ever seen. She was thin, with perky breasts hidden underneath a sexy yet classy top, and I could see her firm ass from behind. She was wearing a red plaid skirt and a black leather jacket. I loved how she could rock every look, and that leather jacket… mmm, it was definitely my favorite. Her hair was a little longer than shoulder length, curly and blonde.

I sat in my car, watching from the other end of the parking lot, as she got into her car.
I could feel my arousal growing as I took in her beautiful figure for the first time, and I just wanted to have her already. So much waiting, and she could finally be mine.

But no… I had to wait. I needed to watch her for now. Learn her routines, get to know her more. I’d have all the time in the world to have her for myself later. But for now, I needed to have some patience. A few more months, and I would have everything I’d ever wanted. I had to be careful though, I had to plan. I couldn’t risk getting caught. Not when I was so close.
“You’ll be mine… Soon enough, you’ll be mine… my sweet Peyton.”

xxXxx

8 months later

These last eight months had went by surprisingly fast, as I’d been very busy planning and working towards my goal. After having watched Peyton for a month without approaching her, I had finally managed to get an excuse to speak to her. There had been a bartender spot open in the same teen club where she managed bands, and of course, I’d tried for the job. I got it, and there came my possibility to form a relationship with her. She’d been very kind and welcoming to me once I started working at the club, although I sensed her having a hard time opening up completely. I already knew that though, Peyton was a girl with high walls around herself, because of her painful childhood, but I managed to break down some walls and gain her trust eventually. She saw me as a great friend, having no idea about my hidden intentions. Whenever I wasn’t spending time with her, I would follow her without her knowledge, wherever she went. She never had a private moment, I was always lurking not too far behind. I brought my camera with me, and the walls at my house were hastily filling up with pictures of her. I followed her at school, when she hung out with friends, at cheer practice, when she was driving her car, eating out, and when she was home, I would even sit outside, trying to get a glimpse of her through her windows. And when I was at my place, I would keep an eye on her through her website, watching her on her webcam.

As if I hadn’t been busy enough following her around, I was also building a new home for us, for our future life together. It was only a matter of time before she would be mine, and I needed to have everything prepared and ready. I’d hired a couple of people I knew I could trust to keep their mouths shut; they were “friends” of mine, well I trusted them anyway. They were helping me out with the house, and I was paying them great amounts of money in return (I was pretty rich actually, as my parents died some years ago, leaving me huge amounts of money in their deaths). Once the house would be ready, I was going to have these same friends work for me as guards; I couldn’t risk having my girl trying to escape when I wasn’t at home, once she came to live here, so I’d need guards. Other than money, I also might have promised my friends that they’d get to have a go at my Peyton every once in a while, as long as I got to be part of it. Gangbangs had always been an intriguing idea, and now that I would own a girl, I could do whatever I wanted with her. A gangbang was definitely not out of the question, the thought excited me even.

The house we were building was pretty far away from civilization, so even if she would try to escape, she wouldn’t be able to find any help. There would be a tall fence, and a rocky ground outside of the fence, making it hard to run if she ever would be able to get past it. This way I could take her outside every once in a while for some fresh air, and she wouldn’t be able to run away. Surrounding the house, there was nothing for a long way. There were a few areas of woods, but you could still see all the way to the horizon. There was only a landy road, so I could drive to and from the house and back to civilization. In the house, I had the basement specifically built for her. The house had one floor, plus the basement. I had my room upstairs, together with the kitchen, a living room, and my office, and she had her own room with a small bathroom next to it in the basement. There was also the bigger room downstairs, which I had started filling with different types of equipment, a table with straps, whips, ropes and chains (some chains hanging from the ceiling if I’d want her to be standing up while I played with her), mouth-gags, and so on.

I’d also built her a walk-in closet in her room, and over the past few months, I’d started filling it up with sexy lingerie clothes I wanted her to wear for me. She was such a beautiful girl, and now that she was only ever going to be seen by me, I didn’t want to waste that beautiful body by having it hide underneath unnecessary amounts of clothes. She was only going to wear the sexy underwear I’d bought for her from now on, along with some little see-through dresses, corsets, and whatever else I wanted on her. There would be no more normal clothes for her to wear, ever. The fact that she would be mine and only mine, and that I could do absolutely anything I wanted to her, use her body for whatever I liked, gave me so much excitement, and as the months went by, the anticipation was simply growing stronger.

After having stayed here for 8 months, planning and preparing, everything seemed to finally be ready. The house was finished, and I’d carefully formed a plan on how to perform the abduction. I was thrilled at the thought. Peyton Sawyer would never see it coming, but tomorrow morning, she would be living in my house, as my pretty, little toy… most likely for the rest of her life.

It was late, around nine o’clock when I stood outside her backdoor, my heart ponding in my chest. I’d had one of my guys park the car around the back of her house, making sure that no one would see us. I’d ordered him to wait for me in the car for as long as it took. I had to be careful, I couldn’t allow anything to go wrong now. My gloved hand formed a fist, and I knocked three times on the white wooden door. I was wearing gloves so I wouldn’t leave any fingerprints around the house. It took a moment, and then I could hear her light footsteps approaching the door.
Her pretty face met my sight a second later, and she looked surprised to see me. She was wearing tight jeans and a white T-shirt, and her hair was pulled up in a bun. Still, she looked stunning, and a few locks of hair hung loosely to the sides of her face, framing it in like a halo.

“Ian? What are you doing here?”
I stared into her hazel green eyes. I’d never seen eyes with so much power before. “I’m sorry coming here so late… I was just hoping I could talk to you?”
“What’s happened?” she asked, concerned.
“Nothing’s happened,” I assured her. “I was just hoping to see you. Can I come in?”
“Okay, sure.” She stepped out of my way, and I entered the hallway of her house, which led to her living room and kitchen.
“Why are you coming in at the back?” she asked me curiously.
“I was just… taking a walk, and suddenly I was standing outside that door. I didn’t really think, sorry.”
She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, I was just wondering.” She smiled at me. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong? You seem kind of out of it.”
“I’m fine,” I said with a calm smile. I was hoping to God she wouldn’t see how on edge I was, I needed this to go perfectly.
“What’s up with the gloves though?” she smirked, staring at my hands.
“Oh, I think I’m starting to get sick, I’m freezing all the time,” I brushed off, my face heating up. What a lame excuse, I swore at myself, but it seemed like she bought it.
“Oh, do you need a pill or something?” she asked, worried. I had to smile, she was always so caring.
“No, that’s okay, Peyt. Do you have some water though? I was kind of hoping I could talk to you.”
Peyton raised her eyebrows, curious. “Yeah, sure. Just get settled in the living room, I’ll be out in a minute.”
I got settled in the couch inside, my heart still pounding. Everything was going pretty well so far, I’d had a lot of practice at keeping my game face on with her, and it didn’t seem like she suspected anything. If everything worked out, I’d have her at my place by

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