Shadow Pico

Victoria's POV

I felt his presence behind me, his gaze on my back, burning into me.

I slowly stopped walking and as I stopped, I turned around slowly and I saw out of the corner of my eye, his eyes staring at me intently, with his brown hair swooped to one side, he had a black t-shirt on with some skinny jeans and Vans with no socks.

I turned all the way around, looking straight at him, I spoke with announce in my voice, "Why the hell do you keep following me?!"

His lips turned into a sly smile, or smirk I'm not sure which one it was, and he came closer to me.

A slight shiver went down my body. I became some what feared of his actions sense the bathroom thing and I really don't want him anywhere near me.

I took a slight step back as he kept on walking towards me.

"I'm only following you because you can give me something that no one else can." he said in a low and steady voice.

"Yeah, your freedom. And what the hell is that supposed to mean?!" I said even more annoyed now and I stepped forward toward him in instinct. Proud of myself for standing my ground, I looked into his eyes with furry.

He looked stunned that I actually started to come towards him, because he knew that I still was going to fight for my peace of mind. But he stood his ground as well and didn't even flinch. Not one blink, not a sparkle in his eyes as he stared down at me.

"My freedom is more than just my freedom. My freedom will mean so much more to you then it will to me." he stopped to grin in my direction, and took a couple more steps closer to me. He was now right in front of me with his hot breath on my face and his face inches away from mine.

"Trust me, when I say this. Your going to wish I had my freedom when I get done with you."
I was shocked didn't know what to say. I was afraid from his words, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to tourer me?

"I'll come back for you and when I do, you better pray and hope, that I get what I want." He said right next to me ear, making sure his teeth scrapped my ear lobe in the process.
I looked him in the eyes, fear running through my veins, more and more so as my heart pounded against my rapidly moving chest.

I stepped back and he took a step forward, just replacing the space that I had just created between us.

I backed up again, he only did as he had before following my motions. I turned around and started to walk home, hoping he wouldn't follow me home.

I only walked for a minute or two when I looked behind me. He was gone. I sighed in relief, and turned back around, only to be greeted by his face right in front of mine. I shrieked and jumped back.

He vanished. like he was never really there. Like a was just a figment of my imagination. But he wasn't and I was scared. Frightened for my life to be honest.

But if I tried to leave somehow, he would just follow me. It seemed like he knew where I was going to do or go before I did myself.

This wasn't ending today and sure as hell wasn't ending any time soon. so I guess I should take his word for it, and prepare myself for whatever was going to come my way, when he found me.

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*3 Days Later*

I wasn't prepared, not at all. He showed up earlier than I had expected him to.
His constant warnings. His voice that would talk to me in my dreams. He was evil, in every way possible. I don't know why or what he had done, but he has done things that I have been frightened of for my whole life. I just didn't know what.

For as long as I can remember, I have feared him. I just needed him there to know that I was going to be scared for life. Weather I got out of it alive, or not. Burned in my subconscious forever and there was nary a thing I could do to get it out of my head.

I guess I had to find hims weaknesses for him to let me go.

Now, I've never been kidnapped or anything like that so this was the first for me. But you can't really count it as kidnapped because, 1: I'm 19 and 2: I may not have wanted to go, but I did anyway. From fear and shook.

He showed up around 7 in the afternoon. I was watching T.V. And doing nothing else cause it was already spring break and I has nowhere else to go. Then, I heard his faint voice in the back of my head.

'I told you I would come back...'

His voice disappearing and give mechills as always. I looked around but saw no one, not a soul to be seen.

"Where are you?" I asked looking around while getting off of the couch and standing up.
'I'm here...' his voice rang through my ear drums, but his physical appearance was still not to be seen by my eyes.

"Where?" I asked again looking around corners and furniture now so that he wouldn't get me by surprise but of course he would scare the living shit out of me anyway.

"Right here." He said next to my ear. I jumped back in reaction and turned around only to be greeted by nothing but air and my fear itself.

"Shit" I quietly said to myself. I was clearly not going to be easy for me to even get out of this alive. Whatever he wanted from me was to important to him to let me go free.

I started to back up, I did this till I tripped over my rug in the middle of the living room floor. I was now on the floor and I didn't have any idea where the hell he was. Or what he had planned to do to me once he had me in his passion.

I looked around again, seeing no sign of him still. I started to panic, my breath becoming unsteady, my hands becoming sweaty and my heart pounding against my chest in rapid beats that match the patterns of my breathing.

"Up here." I heard his voice mock sing. My instinct was to obviously look up. Sure enough he was on my fucking ceiling!!! Wait how the hell is be not falling down?! What the fuck is wrong with gravity!?
He has a hold on my roof and where his fingered should be, are holes in the smooth white surface, so he has so problem keeping himself up there with his excellent upper body strength.

He smirked down at me and then let go. I gasped but I rolled to the side so he wouldn't land on me. he landed right next to me, on his feet, with a big 'thud'. I quickly got to my feet as he didn't move, just started at me.

To be honest, I had no idea where I was running but I ran half way across the living room. Until he just appeared in front of me and I ran right into his chest. I stumbled back but quickly regained my balance.

I looked up at him and all he did was look down at me, like I was his humble peasant and he was my king. My ruler. My leader.

He grabbed my throat lifting me up off the floor boards. As I gasped for air I wondered how he was able to lift me, with only one hand. He smiled evilly up at me, as my life dangled in his hands.

He held me in the air for quite sometime, I was sure me face was purple by now and that I was on the verge of death, a few more heartbeats away from my eternal death.

That was, until he let go, but he let go of me by throwing me across the room, slamming my back into the cream colored walls of my apartment. A few pictures of my family fell from the walls and crashed onto the hardwood floors underneath me. Why is he doing this to me? How is he even able to do these things to me? I did nothing to him and he feels that doing this is Ok?

I started to cry out of fear and from loss of breath. I could barely breath and I didn't have enough air in my lungs as it was, so crying wasn't helping much.

It took him only a matter of milliseconds to get to me on the other side of the room. He got down to my level, looking at the 3 pictures that fell from my wall.

"Who's this? Your family?" his evil sounding voice was lower than I remembered and it seemed more commanding and dominating that it has been the past few visits he has given me.

I said nothing. I couldn't say anything! I could hardly breath still and I didn't want to tell him anything about me or anyone else I knew.

When I didn't answer he grabbed on to my hair, making me cry out in pain and then start coughing again.

He started to hit my head off the ground repeatedly sending my nerves in a frenzy, telling my brain that this shit hurts and that it need to stop now.

He had hit my head at least 7 or 9 times before he let go of my hair and yelled, "answer me!"

At this point I was crying more and more, and I had a headache now. All I could do was shake my head yes so that he knew that his assumption was correct.

"Well you better hope you get to see them again after I'm done with you." he said harshly on my ear.

He stood back up looking down at me. "get up." he demanded. His eyes were dark and i couldn't tell what color they were from my tears and the fact that I couldn't look him in the eyes for very long.

But I did as he said out of gear that he will try to hurt me again if I didn't. I was now standing in front of him sniffling and holding my head in pain.

"Your coming with me. Let's go. Now." He said pushing me over to my front door. I started to walk, knowing I wasn't getting out of this, I did as he said. Nothing I could possible do, was going to get me my freedom back. And that's when it hit me.

It wasn't his freedom I should be worried about because my freedom, right at that moment was nothing more than a particular grain of sand in an hourglass, lost forever.

If he wanted his freedom, I would have to give mine. It's like an eye for an eye. But in this case it was my sanity that was being sacrificed for his wants.

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