I winced as I felt my body rebel against my will. I felt so heavy, like my joints had been locked in place. Maybe I was drugged, drugged and vulnerable.

I looked down at myself and was glad to see my clothes were still on. I forced myself to get out of bed, my gaze darting about the room to take in my surroundings.

I didn't know what a stalker's bedroom was supposed to look like, but I had expected the walls to be covered in pictures of me, pictures he'd taken without my consent while ...