
Description
I’ve always wanted to be stalked. Turns out, I already am.
Signing that contract was supposed to give me control, masked strangers, the illusion of danger, and a fantasy I could walk away from. Except the men who answered weren’t strangers at all. They chased me through cemeteries, cornered me in libraries, and left notes on my pillow while I slept. I thought it was a game I controlled. Then the masks came off. They intercepted my contract. Hacked the website and manipulated everything to make me theirs. One of them has been watching me for months before I ever signed...
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