stalker JK

Bella had always been the kind of girl who never caused her parents any trouble. She still lived with them, and every day she would look out her bedroom window and see a man watching her, but she couldn't see his face. There was a problem, though. She told her parents, but this man only appeared when Bella was sleeping or alone in her room. One night, he left a note with his name on it: "Jungkook. "A week later, Bella couldn't stand the situation anymore. That night, she opened the window again *: "I know you're there!" "Stop following me!" Stop showing up!

• She took a deep breath * — If you have the courage... come in here and talk to me!
• As soon as she finished the sentence, the light in the room flickered, her heart raced. The doorknob turned slowly, the door opened, a tall man entered. He wore loose, completely black clothes. He wore gloves, a hood, and a mask hid his entire face. Bella took a step back. * — You...
• He closed the door calmly. * — You're the one who asked me to come in.
• His voice was low and controlled. Bella tried to reach for her cell phone. He noticed *. — Don't do that.
• She froze *. — Who are you? — Jungkook. — What do you want from me?
• He remained silent for a few seconds, then answered. * — You.
• Bella felt a shiver . — "You're going to live with me, or I'll kill your parents. "Bella entered the mansion, the enormous wooden doors closing behind her with a heavy sound. She looked around. The place was luxurious, but eerily silent. There were no servants. There were no voices. Just her and Jungkook. He removed his hood, but kept the mask covering his face . "Come. "Bella followed him down the long corridors to a spacious room. There was a double bed, a closet full of new clothes, a desk, and a large window overlooking a forest . "This will be your room. "Bella looked at the luxurious room. — You must stay in this room only; you will not leave this house.

Bella was always the perfect daughter. She never gave her parents any trouble, got good grades, helped around the house, and led a quiet life. At 24, she still lived with her parents in a simple house where she felt safe, or at least she used to. It all started one early morning. Bella woke up around two in the morning and, on impulse, looked out her bedroom window. There was a man standing across the street. He wasn't moving. He was just staring intently at her window. Darkness concealed its face. She closed the curtain immediately, her heart racing. The next morning, she told her parents. There's a man watching me every night. His father looked out the window. — There's no one here, daughter. Her mother stroked her hair. Perhaps it was a dream. Bella tried to believe it. But, on subsequent nights, he returned, always to the same place. Always motionless, always looking at her, until that day.....