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Do you think dogs are really pissed at humans because we copied their sex position?

Maybe they're proud that a whole new sex position is inspired by them and, jackpot, is also named after them? Like they do with great scientists, mathematicians. Pythagoras theorem, newton's laws of gravity, ohm's law etc. etc.

Wow, they must be proud of their creation. They should be. I hope they are, I really hope at this moment because i need one. A dog. Well, pet in near future but at least a stray for now. 

But i can't find one around. It's like all the stray dogs from around here has vanished to some other planet. On any other day, i wouldn't have been this concerned but right now i am. Hugely.

This is the last place i should be going through at this hour. It's almost 8, and autumn night comes way faster than summer's so it's almost dark. And i'm on my way to my apartment which is around five minutes of walk away from here.

You might wonder how i got myself in this situation. Hm, to think of it i wonder that too.

It was all ok when i decided at 6 to walk to the nearby book store because my favorite bl manhwa author released her brand new work today. I always purchase her works on the first day they arrive and when the book store ma'am called me to tell me that it's there. I couldn't wait for the sunrise to go get it.

So, i decided to buy it before she could close her store. I was on my toes for real, as i practically sprinted my way to the store, which is at the walking distance of like twenty minutes. I was too lazy to get my car out of garage.

Everyone is lazy, but i'm just lazier. I didn't want to waste much time to do all the hassle either. Besides, i was sure i'd arrive back by 7 only.

Delusion is a deadly disease.

Well, no i'm not afraid of dark to be honest. I'm not actually afraid of any particular thing, except pineapple on pizzas. Literally people who enjoy that shit should be sued.

I am perfectly fine with walking alone in the dark. No, i'm not daddy's big princess, neither momma's brave girl. I'm just a woman, and god bless Ariana for saying that God is a Woman, literally changed my life.

But i'm well aware of things that alone women go through in situations like this. I may not have a very big body, but Jae did teach me a few karate shots for self defense which i know i can use on some creepy lizard.

But again Jae is such a lethal woman. She can fight more nicely than me. She did teach me stuff when i asked her to, but c'mon how much a five foot two inches woman can fight. Sometimes i feel unfair, while girls around me call my height "adorable" because it attracts more males.

While i have no problem with male attention to me, i do envy women like Jae sometimes. Jae is such a model, to be honest. Thin body, beautiful bone structure, slender neck, a very beautiful face and that godly height of five foot seven inches. She's really pretty. If I were lesbian, I would have been scissoring with her by now.

Boys give her the attention she deserves, but doesn't want. She's probably asexual. She hadn't had history with boys or girls, I never heard her talking about any crush she might have on someone. Literally nothing. But I don't blame her. Her life hasn't been the easiest.

I sigh and concentrate on front. I think I'm near to my apartment which I share with Jae only.

With brave witt and my both hands holding the new manhwa to my chest, i keep walking minding my own business.

But then I feel a chill run down my spine suddenly. No, it's not because of cold air. It's something uneasy. My steps slow down as I feel around me, suddenly getting hyper conscious.

I look around and stop for a second. I feel the silence of the evening around me. Cold breeze mingles with the finest of hair on my body. Cold sweat covers my body and i have this sudden urge to turn around.

I feel like someone is behind me. Maybe breathing down my neck. A slightest of shiver runs down my body.

Fuck, is someone here? I was completely fine, walking alone, why does someone has to ruin this? 

Is there even someone? What if it's a ghost?

Ha! I'm not even scared of ghosts-

I suddenly startle in my place when i hear ruffling of leaves on the other side of the road. It came from the bushes on the other side. I look there with scared eyes. What was that?

As i keep on looking there, i could hear my heart beat in my ears. The bushes don't make any more sound giving me relief. Maybe i'm just going paranoid.

Just when i sigh in relief that no one is there because of no disturbance in the bushes, i see them ruffling furiously again.

I almost jump on my feet as i suppress a loud shriek. I get on work again as i start walking. Very fast. Faster than usual. I might just be running.

My hair bounce and i clutch my manhwa close to my chest. Fuck not being scared. I feel like there's some crazy beast following me. 

I can hear light footsteps behind me.

"Fucking hell," i whisper low under my breathe as i practically start running towards the apartment- my destination.

The footsteps that were light before turn louder too, like someone is running behind me, wanting to catch me.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck!

My shuddered breathing turns more erratic. I'm trying to breathe through my mouth and nose. I'm already panting and my feet have turn clammy.

I don't even look back, i don't need to know that someone is indeed behind me. I want to put my hand in my pocket and bring out my phone. I should call someone right now, but i can't. I'm panicking a lot.

Thanks to Jae for teaching me all those karate tricks but literally fuck her for not teaching me how to calm yourself down enough to actually use them.

So i just run. That's all i can do.

At this pace, i would reach very soon.

I can reach my apartment fast and won't have to worry about these loud and fast footsteps behind me. I can still hear them, making me fasten my pace.

I see a turn a few meters away, I am only this one turn away from my apartment. I'll be safe. I'm almost there.

I feel relief flowing down me as i practically thank the universe for being by my side for these past few minutes. I hear behind me but don't hear any footsteps anymore. I guess that person has stopped following me which is for better.

I didn't have it in me to turn around to confirm my suspicion, so i just keep on running. I slow down my pace though, panting heavily like some horse dying. I'm sweaty because of fear and all the running. Adrenaline still roars in my veins and so does my heartbeat.

Slowly running towards the turn, i breathe out through my mouth and close my eyes in relief for a second. It's so dark right now. 

If i knew what was about to happen right when i slowed down before turning, i  might've never slowed down. I probably would've jumped my way to my apartment a few meters away.

Because just when i turn right into the row towards the dark clammy alley crossing which i will reach my apartment, i feel my body being pushed towards the hard brick wall of the alley. My front collides with the wall, not very harshly but harsh enough to make it hurt.

My mouth opens to scream in danger and the sudden pain that bursts through my body. Not a single sliver of scream leaves past the plump of my lips as a hand cups my mouth tightly. I can't feel the skin of the hand though, i feel leather. Tight, smooth leather.

Sweat breaks out of me again as my body starts struggling. My heart leaps out, almost having a seizure when the person presses my body to the wall. My heavy breasts flush against the brick wall, paining with sudden pressure.

I feel a very large, heavy presence behind me. I can hear the harsh, panting breathes making me well aware of the fact that whoever is behind me, it's a man. My body shivers as my eyes widen. 

I reach back with my hands to push the bastard away but he grabs both my hands with his leather glove clad hand to pin them behind my back. 

No way, he held both my wrists so perfectly in his one hand! 

I still wiggle in my place, trying to scream or at least bite on his hand. Very disturbing scenarios of what happens with women in such situations cross my head and i feel terrified.

Muffled screams leave my mouth as i try to use my shorter legs but he traps them between his legs. Tears slip past my eyes in terror.

"Shh," the man whispers in my ears suddenly and i stop struggling.

The whisper hushing wasn't soft, it was terrifying. The reason why i stop struggling is because this man is literally next to my ear. Goosebumps covers my skin. Fuck, his voice is so deep.

As deep as ocean, as deep as one can go while they dig inside the earth. The low hum accompanied with it heard like velvet chocolate, and this should be the last thing i should be thinking at this moment.

With terrified eyes, i try to look at my side where he's near to my ear  to make out what this person looks like. A tear falls down my eye as i look at him through my peripheral view.

My breathe gets stuck in my throat as i see him. His head is covered with a heavy black hood and mouth is covered with a mask with some skull like drawing on it. His eyes could be visible only if his hair weren't hiding them behind like some curtain.

Still i squint my eyes to see something. The man reads the room and grunts before slamming me to the wall again, shrieking me out.

He presses his body against mine. His middle area presses against the lower part of my back and his chest presses against my head almost. Fuck, he's tall as hell too. I'm a short woman. Any guys is tall for me, but this man behind me is tall tall.

Now that he's this close to me, I can smell him. He smells like leather, cinnamon and bergamont. He smells young. His grip on me, his body against mine feels young. 

I stay paralyzed in my place in fear, leaving constant fear. Sudden regret of leaving home at this hour eats me alive. Yoongi will kill me. I need to be alive and here for that though, but still, either way i'm doomed.

I have no room to struggle anymore.

So i just silently pray because this man behind me isn't doing anything. Maybe he's waiting for someone else- his friend, partner? 

I panic harder. I try so hard to keep on breathing but it's so difficult because of his grip on my mouth.

The man doesn't speak anything but i feel his tight grip loosening on my wrists. I get into action as i try to push him away. Countless grunts leave my mouth, but it all stops when i feel a sharp thing against my waist. I freeze.

It's a knife.

I feel a breathe near my neck. I stiffen at my place. Soft mask grazes my skin and goosebumps erupt on my skin. He breathes in my skin from my ear to my collarbone slowly and i let him. Frozen in my place, because of the fear of the knife.

As i'm stuck in my place feeling what's currently happening with me, in just a flash of light the knife comes right in front of my throat.

I scream, muffled as i arch away from it, crying. The sharp part of the knife is so near to my throat, one little moment and i'll be a gone game.

Seeing me stuck like a dummy, he let go of my mouth too. I open my mouth to scream and the knife inches closer to my skin. The metal even touches a very thin part of my skin and it stings a little. 

Pressing my body against the wall again, his other hand lays against my stomach which is covered with a thin layer of my t shirt. The leather glove clad hand caress my stomach. There's authority in the touch and i'm breathing so heavily.

I don't have any room for me to fight him even when his hands are not on me and my both hands are free. The threat of the sharp knife on my throat is very terrifying. One wrong move will kill me.

Still i take my hands up to hold his hand where he's holding the knife to somehow pull it away from me.

"Let me go," i whisper.

It doesn't work as his hand on my stomach travels up making me panic. I'm breathing so harshly, but still it's shuddered because i don't want any part of my skin touch that sharp thing.

Some hard thing pokes my ass behind me. Is it a gun? 

Or maybe it's something else? Don't tell me it's his dick.

Disgust fills me and just then his hand reaches my breast. I jerk in my place and ended up rubbing myself against his hardening dick. 

Sudden zip of filthy pleasure runs in my system. 

"Mmh," the slightest of a very filthy  sound leaves my mouth and i clutch it with my hand.

My eyes widen. Did i just moan?

The man behind me freezes in his place too.

The surroundings turn silent, very eerily. My heartbeat and both of ours harsh breathing is all i could hear.

I was practically being forced into something and i...

I thought this thing about me liking being forced by a tall, sexy man with a deep voice was just a mere sex fantasy that i probably wouldn't like if it happened with me in real life.

But i...

No way.

How can someone even have rape fantasy?

I know it's so not normal. It isn't, it shouldn't be but it is there, inside me. I wouldn't want this. But he smells so... He feels so...

No, stop.

I'm crazy. What i fantasized about is just something that should remain in fantasies. Anyone has free access to the way they think. Wrong or right, it doesn't matter. I liked the thought of it, but just the thought.

How can a woman, who constantly speaks about women rights, even think about being forced by a man and like it? It is wrong! And i know, but i got on terms with it thinking that it's just my head. I wouldn't actually want that in real life.

I've read about this and they say that women might like this thing. Most of the women with this thing do this play with their partners, but that's the thing! This man behind me is a stranger with this leather cinnamon scent.

But right now, i didn't want that. It just... happened. 

I breathe in and out. It's shuddered though. This man behind me shouldn't take this as a hint. I don't want this! I don't. I really don't.

The man grabs my hands again and pulls me off the wall making me scream out loud. His knife falls on the ground. He pushes my back against the wall now, cupping my mouth again.

I'm face to face with him. His one arm is circled around my waist to grab both my hands behind my back. This man is actually tall, I have to look up to look at his face which is hidden. I can make nothing out of this.

Leaving my mouth, he grabs my throat and pins my head to the wall. My face is tipped up. His hand moves towards my jaw and he grabs me there. I hiss out as the leather bites me. It's smooth but my skin is sweaty now, probably red too.

I look at his face searching for anything but I can't. It's all black and my eyes are still watery. It's so dark too.

Humiliation is still flowing through and I don't know what to do in this position as his leather clad hands come up to my mouth. His thumb roughly traces my lower lip. It's harsh enough to make me whimper in pain.

He keeps on tracing my lower lip, adding to my irritation. I have this sudden urge to bite on his thumb and scream for help. But then, everything stops.

A sudden bright flash of light hits my eyelids and my eyes try to see something on the man. I couldn't make anything as I feel the weight of the heavy man disappearing from my body like he was nothing but a shadow.  I am still stuck in my place, my back pinned to the brick wall.

Through the thick veil of tears, i look towards the source of the light to find one of my neighbors there. She squints her eyes, looking at me through the alley. 

"Who's there?" she asks, her voice heavy because of her mid forties age.

I gulp, "I-It's me. Da Eun."

I back away from the wall and try to gather my composure, taking in deep breathe to regulate my heartbeat like nothing happened, like i'm not feeling that man's heavy weight on my back still, like i can't breathe that leather cinnamon and can't feel his breathe near my neck.

"Oh, Da Eun. Are you ok, sweetie? I heard some noises," she worries.

I take a few deep breathes while she asked me. Then i bend down to pick my manhwa up. Luckily, it doesn't feel damaged.

"Yeah. I just stumbled upon some rock and fell," i say, wiping the residue of tears.

"Ah ok. Take care. Get inside, it might get dangerous," she says and leaves.

I stand there for a second, trying to make sense of everything that just happened. I feel numb, insane and oddly feel something heavy in my stomach.

I hear light footsteps behind me again. Chill runs down my spine, fine hair on my body rise again.

I don't think twice before i sprinted through the alley towards its end. I run as fast as i can and don't stop until i reach the main gate of my apartment.

Very quickly, i open the front gate and enter inside the little lawn in front of our apartment. Once inside the premises of a safe place, i look to my right towards the alley where everything happened.

Horror runs through my body as i yelp out. A tall man's shadow stands in the corner of the alley. He's looking at me. He stands tall, black jeans clad legs opened at some distance, hands in the pocket of his black hoodie whose hood is covering his head and a mask practically covering whole of his face.

I can't even see his face or eyes, but i can sense how darkly they are looking at me. My back turns prickly at the remembrance of the incident that happened a few moments back.

The man doesn't budge from his place. He just stands there like god of death, like he's the Grim Reaper, readying himself to pounce on me again.

And i don't wait for him to leave. Instead, i take a step back and then two, then three, until i reach the porch steps of the apartment.

One last look at the scary man and i turn around to climb up the three stairs to the door. I don't turn back again as i open the door and get inside.

"Da Eun!" Jae's voice startles me as i lock the door.

"You scared me," i whisper, still terrified.

"You are the one who's scaring me! Why do you go out this late at night alone? You could've taken me. Yoongi would-"

"Kill us, i know. Can you stop with always playing the 'Yoongi-Card' on me?" i sigh, trying my best to look cool, like haha life is good. Nothing has happened.

"You do know that if anything in the slightest happen to you, he'll get you back into his apartment," she reminds me again, like i don't know.

"I know, babygirl and look i'm just fine. Plus i'm hungry. Please let's eat, yeah?" i say, diverting the topic and turn to face her.

She looks at my face and her eyes widen.

"Why are you red? Are you ok? Is it fever?" she bombards me with questions like she's my mother.

"I-It's nothing. I was just running way back home," i say, covering my cheeks and walk past her. I need to freshen up, make sense of things before anything.

"I'll be back, gotta use washroom," I climb up the stairs without looking back.

Jae hums behind me. Fuck, i know she's suspicious but i need time right now.

I gulp and quickly run up the stairs. Entering my room, i shut the door softly to not add more to Jae's suspicion. I rest the back of my head by the door as i look around my room. Every corner i look at, i feel creepy feeling climbing up my limbs like he's everywhere.

"Fuck," i whisper and run towards the window to lock it. 

My curious self wants to peek out to see if he's still there, staring towards this house but i know that i will end up losing my sleep at night if i actually see him. So it's better to let it remain a mystery. 

I lock the window and gulp, biting my lower lip thinking again.

What the fuck just happened? 

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I love stalking in dark romance so you're going to see it in all my books actually.
Go read the blurb and tropes of the book again in the 1st part. Make theories! Yup, get to work and tell me, is it good?

~Aster🌸