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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.

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37. three days

I dare not say more to Niall. I watched as he began placing cameras around the bed and he seemed completely in the work. I lay in bed and just had a stomach ache. It was so much pain that I just wanted to be still. Niall made ​​sure the cameras worked, and then he smiled at me. 
"Talk about fun?" he laughed, and then looked down at my stomach. "Like that can't you be?" 
I sighed and looked away from him. He vanished away and came back with painkillers. He forced them into my mouth and made me swallow them. 
"As soon as you can move we must try. I'll do everything I've dreamed of and you should set up." 
I wish that the police would come. I wanted them to see me, to understand what happened and realize that Niall wasn't normal.

 

I don't know what it was for pills. I ended up in a vacuum and everything was blurry. I felt Niall tore my clothes off, lay me down on the bed and I felt how he penetrated. I didn't resist, but I didn't like it either. I heard how he groaned, kissing my neck and how he pumped his cock in me. He changed positions and I forgot pretty soon to even try to remember what happened. It was like I couldn't control my body and I couldn't argue with him.

 

When he come, he tore off the condom and let the cum squirt out of my stomach. I looked down at my wet body and wondered if any single person could see that it was me? Maybe they would understand that I was drugged and rescue me? Maybe that Niall was so stupid that he really put out the film?

 

He drugged me in three days. It was three days with only sex and I eventually stopped working. I didn't think, I didn't feel and I realized that this was the end. I was about to turn into a zombie. I was more dead than alive. I didn't even feel if it hurts between my legs. I couldn't even bother me that he loved to see me drugged. I couldn't soon wake up in the morning.

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