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We live in an information society. You can easily find people everywhere and seeing how their lives are. You share images on tumblr. on instagram and you write nice comments on Twitter and Facebook. What happens if you get a stalker following you online? A guy who wants to own you? He has an eye on every detail of your life and you have no control over who he is. You just know that he exists somewhere in the world.


13. The bed

When evening came Niall pulled me into a large double bed. The room was without windows and the bed stood in the middle of the floor. 
"Here you get to sleep." 
I gulped and looked at him coldly. 
"Where are you sleeping?" 
Niall smiled and closed the door behind us. 
"With you, of course. You're my girlfriend and I will not let you sleep alone. It would be wrong of me." 
I shook my head. 
"It would be better than ..." 
Niall walked up to me and he ripped up the bathrobe. I was flabbergasted but couldn't defend myself. He tore it off from my body and I stood naked in front of him. Niall just smiled and I saw his eyes eyed me. 
"Lie in bed, honey."
When I disobeyed, he looked cool in my eyes and his smile disappeared. 
"You will obey me." 
I backed toward the bed and felt small again. I sat down and watched as he began to strip naked. I didn't want to looked at him, yet just stared at me. 
"You're going to rape me?" 
Niall smiled and shook his head. 
"I can't rape girlfriends. If I want to fuck with violence I can look up a girl on the street., It's them I can be mean to." 
I backed off and sat in end in the middle of the bed. 
"So you will not ..." 
He came over to the bed. 
"Lie down!"


I was surprised when he lay near me and just held his arms around my body. He showed no signs of wanting to have sex, but he just held my body. I could hear him breathing and I felt how he relaxed. Just for the sake sake I closed my eyes and played as if I fell asleep.


There was a long time before I heard how he began to snore. I first heard heavy breathing and then the sound from his throat. I opened my eyes and looked towards the door. The gown was lying on the floor and I could have time to take it with me and escape. The question was how to get out into freedom? All the doors were locked and the windows were placed to high up that I couldn't jump through them.

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