"How do you know me, but I don't know you?" I asked him as he continued to handcuff me.
"Normally, when you stalk a person, you generally don't know them, but now, I know you. And now, you are MINE!" He whispered in my ear.
That was not bad and I have read your other stories they are really good
But Michael don't forget that good girls are bad girls that haven't been cought
NO Mikey good girls are bad girls hat haven't been caught and you just caught yourself oke