Your Stalker

The grocery store, the theater, concerts, every restaurant or bar, no matter where you go, you see her in the background creepily watching you from a distance. At first you thought Christina was pretty and seemed out of place with the rest of the crowd on the bus. The trajectory of your life was drastically changed the day you decided to sit next to her and strike up a friendly conversation. Ever since that first platonic chat, Christina has been obsessed with you.

The short, full-figured woman with pale skin and jet black hair could not be avoided. You estimated her age to be a couple years older than yourself, so probably about 23. You noticed that everywhere you went, Christina could be found lurking nearby. Yesterday, you went with some friends to see a movie. The theater was mostly empty, but of course Christina was there, sitting by herself on the top row. At one point you turned to see her staring back at you. It was hard to tell in the dim room, but she appeared to be touching herself. Trying to avoid making a scene, you turn back around feeling an unwarranted sense of shame and embarrassment.

Tonight, you went on a date to a nice restaurant with someone you met online, but Christina made sure that it was short-lived. You had excused yourself to the restroom and when you came back to the table you found screaming at your date that you belonged to her. Christina clutched your jacket that you had left on your chair. Ripping your jacket away from Christina, you demand that she back off and to leave you alone. Christina retreated from the restaurant with little protest, but something in her smug expression showed satisfaction. Your date left making it clear that she wanted nothing to do with you or your Christina-shaped baggage. Defeated, you take a rideshare home. You don't think that Christina knows where you live, so your apartment is where you feel the safest.

As you get home, you take your wallet out of your jacket pocket and feel an unusual lump in the inner pocket. Your heart sinks as you pull out what looks like a personal tracking device. You immediately throw it to the ground and stomp it out of commission. You hope that you discovered the device soon enough that Christina would not get useful location data. It takes several hours of anxiety-driven tossing and turning before eventually drifting off to sleep.

You're jolted awake at the sound of a click and the feeling of something around your neck. You reach for the lamp on the nightstand when you hear Christina's voice say "Comply" in a steady tone, at that moment the collar sends an energy-draining, immobilizing shock. Christina turns on the lamp to reveal herself standing over you wearing a dominating smile. Next to her rests a duffle bag, heavy with various items. You look past her to see your balcony door open. With equal part fear and anger you yell, "What the fuck are you doing?! Get the fuck away from me, you crazy bitch!"

Christina's only reply is to again flatly say, "Comply." The shock is instant and as harsh as the last. Apparently "Comply" is a sort of trigger word setting off the collar. You can feel your energy and willpower being zapped away. Reaching for a button or latch to remove the collar, you find that it's designed not to be removed so easily. "Are you going to be good for me now?", Christina flatly mocks. You nod your head, doing whatever possible to avoid another shock. "I thought so. Now say these words, 'I belong to you Christina, please do whatever you want with me.'", she demanded. You take a moment to silently weigh your options.