Page 3 of Psychotic Nightmares

I nod in acknowledgement, close the door and make my way to my desk.

Switching the sign on the front door from “open” to “closed” feels like walking down the corridor of death row. I hated being in the same building with him when the restof the staff were here. But now, being completely alone with him makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I have a bad feeling about this.

I reach into my bag and take out the pepper spray, it was a gift from my stalker after I got harassed one evening while walking home, and put it into the inside pocket of my blazer. The small bottle, and knowing that someone will hopefully be watching, gives me that small sense of security. I look out of the window to see if I can see the fluorescent green crosses shining among the hustle and bustle of people walking home for the evening. Nope. I guess he isn’t here yet. I wonder if I get to see him today, I could do with a hug, especially after such a terrible wake up call and havingto deal with Howard after hours. God I really hope he’ll be in my apartment when I get there. Mr Stalkerspresence makes me feel calm. Protected even.

I wish he was here now. Maybe he’s just running late. Apart from the two weeks he takes off, he’s always here to ‘walk’ me home. And by that I mean follow me all the way back to mine, and as soon as we enter I’m being spun and pulled against his ripped body, my hands always take a mind of their own and roam all over his pecs.

They just can’t help it.

Stupid limbs.

Oh, shh. You would do the same. I see you drooling.

“Start with the shelves, then sweep the floor and you can do my desk last as I’m still working.” Howard mutters when I knock on the open door. “Be quick and be quiet.”Jerk.I internally flip him off, and grab the cleaning supplies from the cupboard across the hall.

Some time later - because of course my first three attempts at dusting some shelves weren’t to his satisfaction - I have finished the first two tasks and I’m waiting for him to finish writing his final email.

“I love how so very patientyou are being rightnow.” He tuts sarcastically while watching my tapping foot. His eye roll tells me just how annoyed he is getting. I instantlystill under his frightening gaze. He shoves his hands into his dark yet greying hair and his lips curl up into a frustrated snarl. I wasn’t even tapping because ofbeing impatient, rather I was tapping along to the tune I was singing in my head. No point in trying to explain that to him though, he won’t believe me.

“Sorry.” I say quickly. And let my mind wander to Mr Stalker.

I wonder what his name is?

What colour his eyes are.

His age -God I hope he’s close to my age.

What part of Britain he comes from.

Is he a selfish lover? I doubt it. I think he’ll be good between the sheets.

All very important questions that must be answered at some point right?

I’m not sure how much time passes when - “Miss Baker.” Howard scoffs and closes his laptop. “You may now clean my desk. I’ll be watching to make sure you do it right.” I know how to clean a desk. What does he think I am, stupid? “Then I will finish what I need to in silence. You are being distracting.”

“Okay.” I whisper. As I start to stack up the paperwork neatly, then wipe over the hardwood.

“Hmmm, I like this sight, I might have you clean for me more often.” I hear him groan. Looking up, I see he is no longer standing in front of me. I go to turn but I’m frozen in place when I feel his hands land on my hips.Why is he touching me?I try to move out of his grasp, yet he holds me in place. “Stay still Miss Baker. You can help me with another problem of mine.” His voice is no longerfrustrated in anger, but more husky, lustful.

Before I can ask him what I can help him with, I feel his hard cock rub against my thigh.No. No. No.“I have to go, I have someone waiting for me.” I try to lie, but my shaky voice gives me away. He laughs hysterically.

He’s there right, tell me he’s there. Please.

“Why are you trying to lie to me, I know you. And I know you don’t have anyone coming to meet you.” Oh, how he is going to regret his words. Many timesmy stalker has been waiting in the shadows. I always see the green details of his mask in the alleyway across the street. Always waiting for me, always following me. I wonder what he would do if he came in and saw what was happening? Howardsfingers dig tighter into me. He leans over until I can feel his breath against my ear. “Now be a good little employee. Stay still and be quiet.” His lips meet my left cheek, making me quiver with fear. What is he going to do? “Hmm, so smooth.” He coos as he lifts my skirt. His hands glide up towards my underwear.Please no. Tears start to sting my eyes. My heart thumps hard under my ribs, my lungs struggle to breathe normally as panic begins to take over.

Stay still.

Be quiet.

Be a good girl.

Stay still.

Be quiet.

Be a good girl.

Stay still.