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My heart thrummed against his fingertips. Beating; was the constant hum of my heart. Blood pumping through my veins like shooting electricity. His words horrified me. As I recall them “You look so much better in person..”. I remember the way his voice sounded so lovesick, and genuine. Had he been stalking me previously without ever letting his guard down? The sudden press of his hand against my throat made me relive such panic again. “I just love how your heart beats faster..” His voice crooned with such sickeningly sweet words. If something was poisonous, it would be that damnable voice. “With each movement,” He whispers softer “I can tell the way your body reacts.” His thumb rubbed circles around my neck in false comfort, taking time to press it to my vein with each round. Yet no matter how much I snarled hateful words at him, he still smiled. I was just simply his prey. He was playing with his food. Disgusting, how could such a human act like this? No, he can’t be human. His words sent cold shudders down my spine like a wave, a virus. He was trying to infect my mind, I’m sure of it. “Don’t feel scared, it will all be fine..” He hushed my thoughts. I look at his face and see the same reminiscence of a star-stricken boy with an odd obsession. That's when it dawned on me. I was his obsession. Why hadn’t he killed me yet? He had treated me with his own comfort but only for me to respond in a scornful fashion. I shouldn’t be here. He forced me here. Unknowingly, tears had run down my face. Sobbing so silently, so pathetically. Watching me cry, he just smiled. His lips upturned so devilishly with a sly grin. “Fuck you.” I tried to say with the horrible venom I could muster but he had the antidote. My voice broke and with a sob, I tried my best to gather any remaining confidence I had. “You’re going to be a shell of yourself once I’m done.” and like that, he had siphoned all of my confidence away. With a single sentence, I had already felt more shattered than before. My face seemed to scream something I simply couldn’t. The expression on my face was akin to fear, terror. I was silently begging for help that I knew, I know, will never show up. This horrible fear etched itself into my brain deeper and deeper, and that's how I knew. I know. His virus is easily breaking me. Firewalls are no longer, his skilled voice and actions break me down like water to limestone after hundreds of years. The difference is, It won’t take him hundreds of years. It already appears to be infecting me more and more each second that passes. Silence is my chord, and he strikes it every time to get something out of me. His hands find purchase at my shoulders and he shakes me from my thoughts. Pressing closer, his lips brush against the shell of my ear as he whispers something more horrific with each second it seeps into my mind, ingrained in my being. “The shell I make of you,” he whispers with a keen grin, “I will fill with my desires and belonging.” The fear that ran inside my veins kept me frozen solid. His breath cascaded down my neck, coinciding with such horror in my nerves that aided my rising goosebumps. Continuing on with his tirade, “But yet I will naught,” he spoke with cryptics. “Leave me be,” I spoke carefully, quietly. It’s as if he could already hear my submission. “I will never leave you be.” He growled an octave lower emphasizing each syllable. He felt my labored breaths, my raised pulse, the terror that pools inside my gut like a parasite. He was the parasite that caused this to me. In a turn of events, his voice switched “Unless you’d rather me give you my warship.” He pulls away from my ear, looking at me with an unfiltered face. I wish not to decipher the look in those honeyed eyes. “Why can’t you just love me?” He screamed with such anger, such rage. If previous events hadn’t scared me so horribly then this surely would have. “It’s..” He sighed, calming the thoughts that raged and ate at his mind. He shook his head and pulled away from me with a distant glance. I was about to speak but his hand covered my mouth, “Not a word from you. Not until you learn why you’re here and finally accept it.” “Accept what?” I muffled out from his hand, resisting the urge to sink my teeth into his skin. “That you love me.” There that voice was again. That same, SICKENING VOICE. Why can’t he accept it? Why is he so hypocritical? He's staring into my eyes and it disturbs me. “You don’t know it yet, but I’ve already got your heart.” His hand was placed against my chest, feeling the same thrumming as earlier, but from its source. “One day, you will understand.” He sighs and cards a hand through his hair. “But for now..” he trails off, standing up. I stare confused, aghast as I see his hands reach for a shining metallic object. My eyes light up in fear as he grips the metal bat with a sheen of adoration in his eyes. “No, no no wait..!” I yelp and trip over the floorboards in a panic. Then everything hits me. The musk and mold from the rotting wood, the peeling wallpaper, and the blinking light. I know where I am. Before I could speak another word, the metal bat collided with my skull and all I realized was black. The words that lingered in my mind barely for a second “I’ll take you where no one will ever find you, my dear.”.