Got Kidnapped

After the restaurant closed, Koa was tidying up when Theo approached him, his usual warm demeanor replaced by something more intense.

Theo: "Koa, I've been meaning to tell you... you're mine. No one else can have you."

Koa's heart skipped a beat, a mix of fear and confusion washing over him. He forced a nervous laugh, hoping to defuse the tension.

Koa: "Theo, that's... not funny."

But Theo's expression remained serious, his eyes locked onto Koa's.

Back at his apartment, Koa tried to shake off the unease. Suddenly, his phone rang. He hesitated before answering.

Unknown Caller: "Did you like the gift I left you?"

Koa's blood ran cold. Before he could respond, a photo appeared on his phone—a picture of himself, taken from outside his window.

Panic surged through him. He grabbed his keys, threw on his coat, and bolted out the door.

The hallway was eerily silent. As he reached the stairs, a soft humming echoed—a haunting melody from the ringtone.

He turned, heart pounding.

The lights flickered and went out.

A hand clamped over his mouth, a cloth pressed against his face.

He struggled, but darkness quickly consumed him.

The Stalker's Lair

Koa awoke in a dimly lit room. The atmosphere was unsettlingly serene. Soft lighting, a neatly made bed, and the scent of flowers filled the air.

Polaroids of him adorned the walls—candid shots from various moments in his life.

A tray of food sat on the nightstand, meticulously arranged.

A voice crackled through a speaker:

Unknown Voice: "Don't be scared, Koa. You're safe now. No one else can hurt you here. Only I can love you this much."

Koa stared at the speaker, his throat dry, heart pounding.

Koa: “Is… is this you, Theo?”

There was a pause. Then the voice responded, calm and eerily gentle:

Unknown Voice: “No. I dealt with him. Don’t worry—he’s gone for good, my love.”

Koa’s eyes widened in horror.

Unknown Voice (softer now): “Eat your food. You must be hungry.”

The soft clink of a fork on the tray made Koa flinch. The plate sat untouched—too perfect, too quiet.

He didn’t move. Couldn’t. The voice had called him my love.

The speaker clicked off with a soft buzz, plunging the room into silence again.

Koa stared at the tray—steaming rice, grilled vegetables, and a slice of strawberry cake. It looked like something out of a cozy café… but here, it felt terrifying.

He clutched his arms and whispered to himself,

Koa: “I need to get out of here… but first…”

His stomach growled—he hadn’t eaten since morning. And if he was going to think clearly, he needed strength.

Koa (softly): “I need to eat.”

He reached out with shaking hands and took a cautious bite.

But his eyes never left the door.

And Theo... what did he mean by dealt with him?

As Koa slowly ate, each bite felt heavy—like swallowing stones. The room was quiet again, but it didn’t feel empty.

It felt watched.

He glanced at the walls. Dozens of Polaroids. Some were blurry. Some were recent. One showed him asleep in his own bed. Another—changing his clothes. Another, brushing his teeth.

His hands trembled.

Suddenly—a soft creak behind him.

Koa froze, fork still in hand.

??? (gentle, right behind him): “You’re even prettier up close…”

He turned slowly—and there he was. The real stalker. Long teal hair, shadowed eyes, and an unreadable expression.

Koa’s breath hitched. His body told him to run. But his legs were locked.

The man crouched beside him, eyes tracing every inch of Koa’s face.

??? (smiling faintly): “You ate. That makes me happy.”

He gently brushed a strand of Koa’s hair behind his ear—his touch careful, almost tender.

???: “Don’t worry about Theo. I’ll never let anyone take you again.”

Then, with a calm voice that chilled Koa’s blood—

???: “You’re mine now.”

To be continued

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