devil's love

Episode 2

Chapter 2: A Silent Prison – Living in Fear

Fear Became My Shadow

Living with the constant presence of my stalker was like being trapped in an invisible prison. Every moment outside my home felt like stepping into a battlefield, where I had to be hyper-aware of my surroundings, always looking over my shoulder.

I stopped walking freely. I stopped smiling. I stopped being me.

Even at home, I couldn’t relax. What if he was outside watching? What if he was planning something? My own mind became my enemy, feeding me fears that were both real and imagined.

The World Kept Moving, But I Stood Still

Life around me continued as if nothing was wrong. My family, my friends, the people in my community—no one noticed the storm I was drowning in.

I tried to talk about it again, but the responses were always the same:

"Just ignore him, he’ll get tired."

"You’re overthinking."

"Maybe he just likes you."

But this wasn’t love. Love doesn’t make you feel trapped. Love doesn’t make you question your safety. Love doesn’t steal your peace.

The Smallest Actions Became Dangerous

I changed my routes. I stopped going to places where I might see him. I avoided making eye contact with strangers. I even started dressing differently, hoping that if I looked “less attractive,” he would lose interest.

But nothing worked.

He found new ways to appear. If I stopped going out, he waited outside my home. If I changed my route, he followed me. If I ignored him, he found ways to force his presence into my life.

One day, I was walking home when I saw him waiting at the corner of my street. He didn’t say anything, but his stare sent chills down my spine. He wanted me to know he was there.

I felt trapped. No matter what I did, he was always one step ahead.

Losing My Voice

Fear took away my voice. I wanted to scream, “HELP ME!” but what was the point?

When no one believes you, when no one takes you seriously, you start believing that maybe suffering in silence is the only option.

So I stopped talking about it. I buried my fear deep inside. I pretended to be normal. But inside, I was breaking.

The Isolation That Followed

I started pulling away from people. Friends invited me out, but I made excuses. Family gatherings felt exhausting because I had to pretend everything was fine.

I was alone. Completely alone.

The stalker had not only taken away my freedom—he had taken away my joy, my relationships, my ability to trust.

I was still alive, but I wasn’t living anymore.

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Chapter 3: The World Turned Against Me

Blamed Instead of Protected

I always believed that when something wrong happens, people will stand by the truth. But when I finally found the courage to speak up about my stalker, I realized a painful truth—society doesn’t always protect victims. Sometimes, it protects the abuser.

Instead of listening to me, people questioned me. Judged me. Blamed me.

“You must have done something to get his attention.”

“Maybe you smiled at him.”

“Why are you making a big deal out of this?”

Even worse, some people started believing that I was involved with him. They spread rumors, twisting the truth. Instead of seeing me as a victim, they labeled me as a girl with a “bad character.”

A Reputation Destroyed

The whispers began. The judgmental stares. People started treating me differently. Even those who once respected me now looked at me with suspicion.

“Maybe she liked the attention.”

“If she was really innocent, why would he follow her for so many years?”

“There must be something between them.”

It was like being trapped in a nightmare where no matter how much I screamed, no one believed me. The truth was right in front of them, yet they refused to see it.

Family Didn’t Understand Either

I thought my family would support me, but even they questioned me. Instead of helping me find a way out, they were more worried about what people would say.

“If we make an issue out of this, our family name will be ruined.”

“Just ignore him, it will go away.”

“Why do you care what he does? Just stay quiet.”

They didn’t realize that staying quiet was killing me.

I felt betrayed by the very people who were supposed to protect me. Instead of finding comfort in my family, I felt like I was being punished for something I never did.

Trapped Between Fear and Shame

The stalker was still out there, still following me, still haunting me. But now, there was another enemy—society’s judgment.

I wasn’t just fighting fear anymore. I was also fighting shame, guilt, and the unbearable pain of being misunderstood.

I wanted to run away, but where would I go?

I wanted to fight back, but how could I fight when no one believed me?

I wanted to scream, but even if I did, would anyone listen?

I was trapped. Not just by my stalker, but by the world itself.

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