Psycho II
By A.J. Brown
Guy tries to get away from possessive girl


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"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that??" Angelina said to him.

Her eyes were pretty but they terrified him when she got like this. The wrong
answer could have detrimental consequences for him. At least they were in a
public place.

"Like what?" Alec said. He tried to get firm and defensive but it was hard
with her. She was crazy but she was 'smart-crazy' and he hadn't been able to
match that for the few weeks they had been dating.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," she said. He didn't but she spoke
with such conviction that she was almost making him feel like he was the one
that was lying. She would not look away from him. He could feel himself
starting to sweat, terrified of making the wrong move or doing the wrong
thing.

"I can just leave if you don't want me around," he said.

He spoke as if hanging out with her was a privilege and she gave him her sexy
smile like she thought that to be the case too. He thought this crazy girl
should be lucky he was even hanging out with her. He was the one with a head
on his shoulders and a much better job even though he was a year younger than
she was. He was 27-years-old. The only reason he was still hanging out with
her was because he didn't have any other women he could hang out with.

Part of it of course was that the sex with her was so great too. Sure, she'd
punch him in the face as hard as she could sometimes when they were fucking
and tell him that he better do things exactly the way she wanted or she'd
pound on him until he did. When she straddled him, her strong legs trapping
him down, there was nothing he could do.

It was scary when she did that but she knew how to fuck so good that it made
it all worth it. She was nuts but the way she could fuck made it worth
everything that came with that, at least for the time being. He knew
eventually he'd have to give it up and get away from her but he wanted to see
how long he could hold out.

"Fuck that, you are not leaving me," she said. "I will NEVER let that happen."

She tightly grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanked him into her, and started
making out with him. She felt like she was trying to stick her tongue down his
throat and she grabbed the back of his hair tightly with both hands like she
was making sure he wouldn't get away. It wasn't the most enjoyable kiss but he
knew that it wasn't going to be over until she said it was.

"Get a room you two," he heard Maggie say. Angelina let go of the kiss and she
shoved his head away from hers.

"Oh, you are looking to get me WASTED girl!" Angelina said.

Maggie stood there holding three shot glasses with a liquor inside each of
them, the darkness inside the bar making it impossible for Alec to guess what
they were shots of, not like if it was light he would have been able to
anyway. Maggie's fat hands had no problem holding the three glasses. The
30-year-old woman stood at 5'10, only a couple of inches shorter than Alec
was, but she looked a hell of a lot bigger considering she had to weigh over
400 pounds.

"That's the idea," Maggie said as she handed each of them a shot glass. "Drink
up!"

Alec was embarrassed that they were even hanging out with Maggie. No guy
wanted to be seen in public hanging out with a 400 pound girl. Angelina was
nuts but at least she was hot. He wished she didn't want to hang out with
Maggie but she was their driver and was buying them shots so he could see the
benefit from that angle.

"What is it?" Alec said as he inspected that shot glass.

"Oh just shut the fuck up and drink it!" Angelina said to him. She tipped her
head back and took the shot like it was nothing but that didn't mean anything.

"It's Peach Schnapps," Maggie said, and she was often treating Alec a lot
nicer than Angelina did which would make him glad she was there only at those
times. "Here, drink with me - to you making my friend so happy."

"He makes me happy cuz he's so fucking hot!" Angelina said. The shot seemed to
be kicking in for her quick, though she had had plenty to drink before that.
Alec and Maggie did a 'cheers' and took theirs. Alec wasn't a fan of shots,
even easier ones like Peach Schnapps, and he tried not to let it show on his
face. He looked at his beer bottle and finished the last bit that was in
there.

"I'll get us the next round," he said. "Maggie, what do you want?"

"Oh I don't need anything. I still gotta drive you kids home tonight. Probably
shouldn't have had that shot but oh well."

"Babe, what do you want?" he said to Angelina. She reached into her front
pocket.

"If you're just getting yourself another Budweiser just get me that." She
pulled a five dollar bill out of her pocket.

"I got this round," he said.

Angelina looked furious. "You're NOT paying for my drinks. How many times I
have to tell you that? I can pay for myself."

She tightly grabbed his wrist with one hand and began forcing the bill in his
hand with the other. She dug her fingernails into his wrist to make sure he
couldn't resist and then used her other hand to force him to make a fist
around the bill to hold onto it. It was true, he hadn't bought her a single
drink since they had started hanging out even though she had bought him a few.
He wasn't going to bring up that imbalance and it wasn't because he was
selfish.

After getting the two beers at the bar he came back to the table they were
sitting at. He handed Angelina her beer and she took it from him without
looking at him or thanking him. She was listening to Maggie talk about work or
something. He had a seat next to Angelina and Maggie's rambling was quickly
boring him and causing him to drift off.

Angelina looked content for the time being. That would come and go as they
hung out and normally didn't last so he always savored that time when it was
there. Angelina grabbed his thigh as she listened to Maggie and started moving
her hand up towards his crotch. He felt her hand touch his cock through his
jeans.

"What the fuck are you looking at, bitch??" Angelina shouted, then turned her
head to a tall, thin girl, almost as tall as Alec was who was walking with a
girlfriend, both girls looking in their mid-twenties. The girl looked
surprised but she also looked guilty. Alec didn't see what happened but he
assumed had given them some sort of look, most likely staring at the heavy
Maggie, that probably didn't warrant getting yelled at. The girl rolled her
eyes and looked the other way. Angelina jumped to her feet and quickly pulled
her hand away from Alec.

"Don't fucking turn your back on me!" Angelina yelled. Alec thought that
calmness had been fun for the short time it lasted, humiliated as she drew
attention to them. "What the fuck is your problem??" she yelled at the girl.

The girl didn't look back at them, Angelina walked right up behind her,
reached up as she was only 5'5, and grabbed the girl by the back of the hair.
Alec knew that Angelina was tough - he knew this because they would wrestle
before they had sex. It was her idea. The first time he tried to let her win
but it felt like he didn't need to. She also could tell that he was letting
her win and screamed at him that he better start trying.

Her yelling was scarier than her physical toughness but she was still plenty
tough. He did try after that and she still whooped him, as she was stronger,
quicker, and much more aggressive than the laid back guy. Wrestling ended up
being a thing that they did before they had sex and she always won. He
actually liked it as it turned him on feeling himself be dominated by her sexy
body.

He watched Angelina slam the girl's forehead into a table and saw the blood
rushing from the girl's forehead when Angelina yanked her head back up. The
blood, the look of suffering on the poor girl's face, and the fear as she
brought her hands up to her face to try and stop the bleeding disturbed him
more than anything he had ever seen. It made him feel helplessness for the
girl seeing Angelina able to do something so horrible to her with the girl not
being able to do anything about it.

The bouncers were over there in no time and he watched Angelina scream and
curse as two large bouncers with tight t-shirts on picked her up and carried
her out of there kicking and swearing. He looked around to see if there was a
way he could just sneak out without Angelina seeing him when he felt Maggie's
huge body grab him from behind and her fat, strong arms wrap around him.

"Come on," she said.

The heavy girl picked the skinny guy up off of the floor like he was a light
bag of dirt. She sure felt strong, he could not deny that. He wasn't even
going to bother trying to fight her as he knew he had no chance and he didn't
need her telling Angelina he was trying to get away. She was carrying him in a
way where she was trying to make it seem like she was just protecting him but
he knew better. Luckily no one saw him being humiliated like this since all of
the attention was on the commotion. He got one last look at the crying girl
with her bleeding forehead getting tended to by the staff before Maggie pulled
him outside.

"Fuck you!" Angelina screamed at the two bouncers that set her down right
outside of the bar and just left her there, turning around to go back inside.
It also bothered Alec that the worst punishment Angelina was going to see from
what she had done was getting kicked out of the bar. "Tell that bitch to meet
me out here!"

"Come on, let's go," Maggie said as she tugged on Angelina's arm with her one
hand. She still had Alec with her other arm but when she started losing her
hold on him she just set him down.

"Fuck that, I need to kick that bitch's ass!" Angelina said who was now also
crying for whatever reason.

"No Angelina, you already did that," Maggie said, talking to Angelina in a
lecturing way that Alec would have been too afraid to talk to her like. "Now
we have to go, so you don't get in a lot of trouble."

Maggie pulled on Angelina's arm and led them both of her compact car. She had
them both sit in the back and was barely able to squeeze into the driver's
seat. Angelina cried, yelled, and cursed for a while as Maggie drove but once
she realized they were both trying not to pay attention to her she eventually
calmed and quieted down. Maggie pulled in front of her apartment.

"You two want to come inside and play Yahtzee?" Angelina said.

**

They sat on her living room floor as Maggie set up the Yahtzee game for them.
Angelina put her arm around Alec and rubbed his shoulder as if nothing out of
the ordinary had happened that night. He thought about the poor girl who was
probably getting stitches right now while Angelina just casually prepared to
play board games.

"I'm going to go make a drink," Angelina said. "You two want one?"

"No, I'm definitely not drinking anything more tonight," Maggie said. "I need
to be able to drive home. Unless you want my fat ass sleeping on your couch
tonight."

"Fuck it, you could come sleep in the bed with us," Angelina said with a
laugh. "There's room." Alec shivered at the thought.

"I don't think there's room and I don't think Alec would like that either,"
Maggie said.

Angelina smiled. "You want one, babe?"

"No thanks, I'm good too," Alec said. He really could use another drink after
the night he was having but he wanted to sober up as much as possible so he'd
be able to get out of there and drive home at his first opportunity.

Angelina walked into the kitchen and Alec thought about making his move now,
not knowing when the next opportunity would come. Maggie was sitting there
setting up the Yahtzee game and he wondered what she would do if he just got
up and left. He couldn't see her being able to get up fast enough to catch him
even if she did try to stop him.

Still, there was too much risk. If she managed to get a hold of him he wasn't
going anywhere and she could still yell for Angelina. He didn't feel confident
that he'd be able to get out of there, get into his car, and get it started
without getting caught. And even though Maggie wasn't looking at him, there
was something about her eyes as she set the game up that made him think she
was just waiting for him to make some kind of move so she could put a stop to
it and be the hero for her friend. And if he did try and get away and get
caught ... this was definitely not the time to try.

"Damn, this drink is strong!" Angelina said loudly as she walked back in the
room holding a glass and looking off balance. "This is gonna be a crazy night
for me!"

**

Angelina and Maggie seemed to be enjoying the Yahtzee game a lot more than
Alec was, even though they played three times with him winning all three and
Maggie coming in second the first game and the third game. Angelina was very
touchy-feely with Alec the entire time, but didn't seem to notice the lack of
fun he was having.

"Well I'd love to sit here and get whooped by this guy in Yahtzee all night,"
Maggie said as she had to really work hard to get herself up to her feet. "But
I need to get out of here and get to bed."

As much as Alec didn't like hanging around Maggie, he did not want to be alone
with Angelina, especially since she had been getting noticeably drunker during
the game. He looked at Angelina like he was feeling her out if he'd be able to
leave too. She just looked into his eyes with a possessive look on her face.

She grabbed the front of his shirt with her hand, twisted it tightly, and
yanked it towards him. She aggressively kissed him on the lips and started
making out with him again. She put her hands on the back of his head, digging
her fingers into it, showing how she owned him. He wasn't going anywhere.

**

Once she had led him to her bedroom he lay down on her bed. He didn't even
want to take his sneakers off as the second that she passed out, which he
didn't think could be much longer, he was going to make his escape out of
there and never look back, but he didn't see any way out of it so he kicked
them off onto the floor. He didn't think it would be that big a deal as once
she passed out he had a feeling that she was going to be out.

She fell on the bed next to him hard, shaking the bed, and she looked at him
with a smile, trying to look sexy. It may have been if he didn't see the
drunkenness and craziness in her eyes. She took a hold of his cock through his
pants. It was not a pleasant feeling, one that just made him feel violated
since he wanted to leave so badly, but he got hard nonetheless.

"You want to wrestle?" she said to him, her words slurred. "I've been waiting
all night to kick your ass." That normally would have excited him. Thinking
about the woman with the bloody forehead made it terrify him.

"Nah," he said trying to play it cool and immediately seeing the anxiety in
her eyes once he said it. "I'm beat, I think I'm going to just pass out
tonight. Want to in the morning?"

She squeezed his dick harder. Luckily she didn't have a hold of his balls at
all or she'd really be hurting him. "You're telling me you'd rather go to
sleep than have sex??"

"We'll do it in the morning," he said, trying to sound as sweet and comforting
as possible.

She might have been crazy and she might have been drunk but he had a feeling
from looking into her eyes that she was good at spotting a liar. She stared
him down as she now massaged his dick with her hand. He knew that she didn't
believe him, the only thing that he couldn't read was whether she was just
going to let it go or if she was going to go off on him right there.

"No, no, that's twice you've told me about what we're going to do in the
morning," she said. "That means we're not going to do anything in the morning.
That means that you're not even going to be here in the morning!"

She let go of his dick and as she started to get up he got the brief hope that
she was just going to kick him out. But then he watched her bend down, pick up
his shoes, and put them over on the floor on her side of the bed. The bed
faced the door but her side of the bed was closer to the door than his. She
then moved back over and kneeled above him.

"Give me your car keys and give me your wallet," she said assertively. She
spoke as if she had the right to say that to him. He was so angry she
suggested that that it made him fear her less.

"I'm not giving you my stuff, now let's go to bed!" It was the harshest he
ever spoke to her. She did not seem surprised by it and she didn't even in
flinch. She grabbed a hold of the collar of his shirt tightly with her left
hand then pulled her right fist back looking like she was ready to strike.

"Give me them now or I'll pound them out of you. I don't think you want to end
up with a forehead like that chick at the bar. And three aren't any bouncers
here to come and save you."

He looked at her fist and thought about how he was stuck here with nowhere to
go, looking at her eyes, her face smiling knowing she could start punching him
at any moment and get away with it. He felt like such a pussy as he began
sticking his hands into his pockets and he pulled out his keys and wallet. He
handed them to her and she took them proudly. She turned around, put them both
in the drawer of her end table, then rolled over on her side and looked at him
with a drunken look that she was trying to make sexy.

"It's OK if you want to sleep now, babe, we'll have sex in the morning," she
said. "And we'll wrestle then too. Just beware that I'm gonna be real horny in
the morning since you're making me wait so I'm really gonna kick your ass when
we wrestle."

She smiled at him like she was daring him to try and to something so she could
kick his ass right there. It was a dare he wasn't going to accept. He looked
at her alarm clock with his eyes. It was 11:58 pm, much earlier than the two
would normally go to bed. He looked back at Angelina and she hadn't taken her
eyes off of him but her smile had gotten bigger. He closed his eyes and he
felt like he could still feel her looking at him. He felt some time pass and
then opened his eyes. She hadn't looked away and he decided he was not going
to open his eyes again.

Normally he couldn't sleep when he was anxious and he had never been as
anxious as this. But another thing that often made it hard for him to sleep
were distractions. And he had none of those now. There was no urge to get up
and check his Facebook one last time, grab one last snack before bed, or do
anything because he knew that if he moved he was going to pay the price. He
could feel himself starting to doze off and within a couple of minutes he was
asleep.

**

When his eyes opened, he looked at the clock to see that it was 2:17 am.
Normally seeing that was enough to make him go right back to bed but he felt
wide awake. He looked at Angelina who was in the same position that she was
last time he looked at her but her eyes were closed and she was breathing
heavily enough where he was confident she was out. Plus, with the amount that
she had drank there was no way she could have stayed awake for that long lying
down like that.

Still, he wasn't sure if he should try and escape. He wasn't sure how much it
would take to wake him up and if she caught him trying to leave ... if he just
waited there until the morning she'd have to let him leave eventually - right?
He wasn't going to assume anything anymore and even when she did let him go he
wasn't sure what else she might try and do to make sure he didn't go too far.
Thankfully, she didn't have his address - yet. He had a feeling she wasn't
going to let him leave there without it. Plus there was that ass whooping she
said she'd give him in the morning. He didn't know how bad that was going to
be. She also said she was going to have sex with him in the morning and he was
pretty sure saying No wasn't going to be an option for him again.

He started to move extremely carefully, feeling the adrenaline in his body,
knowing that one wrong move could be detrimental to his safety. In a way, the
rush was kind of neat as it was the same kind of feeling he felt watching
suspense movies, only now ten times stronger since he was in it. That didn't
mean he didn't want this to be over as soon as possible, though.

He managed to get up off the end of the bed. He prayed that his stuff was all
still where he saw her initially put it. If it wasn't, he may as well just get
back into bed. He walked to the side of the bed to see his shoes there. Very
quietly he slipped into them. He checked on Angelina who hadn't moved. He was
closer but the next step was the biggest.

He opened her drawer extremely slowly but there was still noise, there was no
way not to have noise, and he was terrified. He felt a bit more confidence the
more it moved and she didn't. His eyes went back and forth between the drawer
and her. When she didn't seem to be moving from the noise he took a chance and
pulled the drawer all of the way open.

His heart raced but she still didn't move. She was breathing even louder than
she had been when he first woke up which was also reassuring, the breathing
sounding like it was getting close to being a snore. Both his keys and wallet
were there. He was so close that he couldn't help but be excited. He picked
them up, turned around, and ran as quietly as he could.

He ran out into the living room, still safe, no sound of her getting up. He
ran out the front door. He was so close. He opened the car door carefully,
trying not to make noise. It did make noise, he couldn't help that, but with
there still no sign of her he felt so close to freedom. His adrenaline was now
an excited one as if he felt like he was getting away with something. He put
the key in the ignition, the noise worrying him just a little, but he still
felt like he was safe. As he began driving off there was no sign of her
outside looking at him. As he pulled away without seeing any headlights he
knew there was no chance even if she was out there that she'd be able to get
in her car and catch up with him. He did it. He was free. His heart was
pounding but he had won. He wasn't sure he had ever felt such a rush. Just to
seal his victory, the very next thing he did was turn his phone off.

**

He had fallen asleep immediately when he got home, completely wiped out. He
didn't have an alarm clock in his room like Angelina did so he had to turn his
phone on to check the time. He briefly saw that it was 8:33 am and that he
hadn't gotten as much sleep as he normally liked but felt better rested than
ever, before his phone started beeping rapidly as it caught up with all of the
text messages that Angelina had sent him, as well as plenty of voicemails.

There were a total of 36 text messages that he was deleting as fast as he
could, trying his best not to read them, as he had zero interest in what they
said. He caught glimpses of them, 'where the fuck are you????', 'what the
fuck????' all texts along those lines but didn't see anything too specific. He
then started going through his voicemails which he had twelve of. He deleted
those as fast as he could, most of the time doing so without having to hear
her voice, but a few times not being quick enough with his fingers before
hearing her yell things like 'babe!', 'hey!', and 'what!' at him. As he
deleted the voicemails, more texts kept coming in and his phone rang which he
quickly hit ignore. He knew she would hear that ring and that would just
encourage her more. He gave up on deleting for the time being and blocked her
number as quickly as he could. He felt relieved when he finally cleared out
the remaining messages and then the calls and texts stopped.

He got maybe two hours of peace and was able to have some breakfast and relax
a bit before he got another phone call, now from a number he didn't recognize.
Normally he took all calls that came in, even if they were spam, but he just
had a feeling this was her. When the voicemail message chimed he checked his
voicemail.

"SWEETIE!" he heard her voice scream into his ear and he deleted the message
immediately. Texts started coming in from that number and he had to block that
number too. How many different phone numbers of her friends was he going to
have to block? He began feeling anxious. He didn't want to have to go to the
police about this. If she had a bunch of psycho friends that were willing to
let her use their phone, he wouldn't even know who they all were to call the
cops on all of them. He felt very afraid.

**

He went to sit outside on his back deck. It was warm out even for June -
mid-eighties - and it felt beautiful. He really hoped that Angelina would
leave him alone so he could enjoy this day. He eventually went back inside to
have lunch and after a few hours went by without any calls or texts without
any calls or texts he thought he may be in the clear. He heard his text
message chime again a little after 1 pm. He started to get angry. Was this
ever going to end? He checked his phone and was relieved to see the text was
from his friend Noah.

"Hey man," the message said. "A bunch of us are going out to TJs tonight. You
in?" He wasn't really in the mood for going out to a bar after what had
happened the last night.

"Out," he wrote back. "I went out last night, laying low tonight."

"Oh come on you puss. It's the first beautiful outside. Gonna be packed there
with plenty of ass. Come on out with us, you can rest tomorrow."

It was tempting. TJs had a big outdoor patio and it was where everyone went
when the weather got nice, especially the hot chicks. It wasn't the kind of
place Angelina would go either. The two of them had only been to dive bars and
places with live music and neither of those things held true for TJs. He had
actually asked Angelina if she wanted to go there once and she said no way. It
would be safe and it would be great to go out and try to find another girl to
forget about her.

"Alright, count me in," he texted.

**

The night air was perfect and after taking another nap after talking to Noah,
Alec felt completely refreshed, the Coors Light he was drinking tasting great
in his mouth. The patio was packed and there were women everywhere, dressed
for a seventy degree night. Even if he didn't end up talking to a single one
of them, just looking around was giving him enough to jerk off to when he got
home. He took another gulp of his beer and realized it was all gone after less
than ten minutes. One of the guys had come to pick him up so he didn't have to
worry about driving.

"I need another," he said to the guys in his group. "Who else does?"

"We don't drink your watered down Coors Light," Noah said, still the majority
of his dark beer in his glass, whatever it was. "Just go get yourself another
bottle of piss."

"I will while you sit there and sip your one beer the entire night," Alec said
back and he walked away.

He walked up to the outdoor bar and pushed his way up to place an order. "Just
a Coors Light bottle," he said to the bartender. The bartender came back with
his bottle. When he was about to give him cash her heard a female voice behind
him say - "Put that on my tab."

He turned around and his entire body flinched when he saw Maggie standing
there. The girl was so large and there was no way he could just walk by her.
He could feel his right leg start to shake.

"Where's Angelina?" were the first words out of his mouth.

"I dunno," Maggie said and based on the look on her face it seemed like she
was telling the truth. "I knew she wouldn't come here so I didn't bother
asking her. Haven't seen her since I left you guys last night. You guys aren't
hanging out tonight?" It felt so weird to Alec talking to her like they were
still hanging out after the night they had had but he supposed it made sense
if Angelina didn't tell her.

"Nah, guys' night out," he said. He scooted a bit to the side so he didn't
feel trapped by her.

"It was so nice out today," Maggie said and it looked like he was going to be
stuck her talking to her for at least a bit. "I took the dogs out to the park,
they were so happy to have something else to do other than just playing in my
yard."

He wanted to tell her that he had to go meet up with his friends but since she
had bought him the drink he was going to have to chit-chat with her for at
least a bit. He figured talking to her wasn't a bad idea either because then
he could make sure she didn't decide to text Angelina and tell her he was
there. Once his beer was done he was going to have to convince his buddies
that they had to go to a different bar.

As Maggie small-talked with him and he did a good job pretending to be
interested in what she was saying, he could feel the presence of someone
behind him. He got a bad feeling and as he looked at Maggie he wondered if he
was being set up for something. It wasn't a huge coincidence that he ran into
her as this was the place to go once the weather got nice but it was a
coincidence nonetheless. He turned around even though he was scared to do so
and he saw Noah standing there.

"Why are you talking to the fattest girl in the whole bar?" Noah whispered
into his ear.

Alec looked at Maggie who looked like she knew what he said, or at least she
could tell that something derogatory about her had been said. He looked back
at Noah who had already started walking away then he looked back at Maggie who
looked more annoyed.

"What did he say?" Maggie asked sternly.

"Nothin'," Alec said shyly.

Maggie reached forward, grabbed the collar of his shirt tightly, and twisted
it. This fat chick sure was strong. "What did he say??" she said more
forcefully. When a fat, strong girl was grabbing Alec and looking at him like
that he didn't lie.

"He asked why I was talking to the fattest girl in the bar."

"You tell him if he comes near me again that I'm gonna pick him up and throw
him over the bar. The skinny bastard. I could do that to him easily. I could
do it to you too."

Maggie shoved him with the hand she was grabbing him with and let go of him.
He hated that he was afraid of some fat chick but he felt pure fear right then
as she was still staring him down. The situation was awkward at best, scary at
worst and he wondered how he could just get away from her without any trouble.
With her still staring him down, he was speechless.

"What the fuck??" he heard a female voice yell.

He looked up behind Maggie to see Angelina charging at him. She was
intentionally stomping her feet on the ground hard. She looked like she hadn't
showered yet that day and maybe just gotten out of bed as her hair was a mess
and she wore a t-shirt, no bra underneath, with her nice boobs jiggling around
underneath it.

"You told me she wasn't here!" he said to Maggie.

"She wasn't when you asked me," Maggie said and she casually sipped her drink.
"But I saw you well before you saw me and you don't think I texted her to tell
her you were here? You are in trouble!"

"No, get away from me!" Alec yelled at Angelina who kept coming.

Maggie smiled and Alec jumped to his feet. Angelina was coming at him from the
outside exit so he wouldn't be able to get by her and get out that way. He
turned around and started running towards the indoor bar. He got inside but it
was actually more crowded than the outside was. He turned around and she was
still coming, not picking up her pace but still coming nonetheless.

There was no way he'd be able to push through the whole crowd inside and get
to the front exit before she got to him. There was a staircase that led
downstairs to two bathrooms, not many people down there. He ran down the
stairs and she kept coming. He went into the men's room and watched her just
sit down in chair right outside the restrooms, crossing her arms at her chest
as she did.

No one else was in the bathroom with him. He hoped that she'd get bored
sitting out there and wouldn't wait for him too long. He took a piss that he
needed to do from the beer he had then washed his hands. He looked outside the
bathroom and she was still sitting there. She didn't look at him but was just
looking straight ahead, calmly, like she was willing to wait all night. A
bigger guy with dreadlocks came in the bathroom as Alec just kind of hung out
in there. The guy took a piss, didn't wash his hands, and started to walk out.
Alec grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and the guy looked back at him like he
wasn't happy.

"Hey man, can you do me a favor?" Alec said and to himself he thought he
sounded like some desperate, nervous junkie. "That bitch out there on the
chair is crazy and she's waiting for me, can you just walk me up the stairs
and to an exit?"

"Yo, what the fuck??" the guy said as he yanked his sleeve away, turned
around, and left

Alec looked out to see Angelina still sitting there. What was he supposed to
do? Did he call his friends to help get him out? No, they would never let him
live this story down. He had already been seen talking to the fattest girl at
the bar and he didn't need any more embarrassment for the night. He moved over
to the corner of the bathroom where he couldn't see out to see her and he knew
she wouldn't be able to see him. He just waited. She couldn't just sit there
outside a bathroom all night, could she? Another guy came in and he didn't
either notice or care that Alec was just standing there in the corner.

"Hey," Alec said to the guy quietly when he was about to walk out. "Is there a
chick sitting on the chair out there?"

The guy looked like he wasn't interested in helping Alec out but then he
looked outside and looked back at him. "Nope," he said.

"You sure?" Alec said, sounding very skeptical like it was too good to be
true. "That chair right out there, no one is sitting in it?"

"I said No dude!" the guy said impatiently and louder than Alec would have
liked. "Go look for yourself if you're worried about it."

The guy left and Alec almost tiptoed to the door. Seeing the chair without
Angelina sitting in it was a huge relief. He stepped out of the bathroom, the
coast still looking like it was clear. He had no time to react when he felt
someone move in on him from the side. Angelina grabbed his hair from the back
with one hand and tightly grabbed his belt buckle with the other.

"Walk up the stairs," she said into his ear, her breath hitting the inside of
his ear as she spoke making him shiver. "Unless you want me to pull you in the
girl's room and drown your head in the toilet."

No one else was downstairs now and the last place he wanted to be at that
moment was down here alone with her. He began walking up the stairs and she
didn't loosen up on him with either hand. She had to let go once they got to
the top and all of the people were there.

"Just keep on walking," she said quietly in his ear, a calmness in her voice
that made her even scarier than when she was acting like a lunatic. "One wrong
move and I'll throw you down these stairs."

They had gotten about halfway up. He took a brief look down before she twisted
his head forward and he shivered as he thought about her actually throwing him
all of the way down so he hit that concrete floor. Would be an easy thing for
her to get away with, with no witnesses around either. He moved faster as he
wanted to be off of these stairs.

They got to the top of the stairs, seeing the people everywhere. She walked
him out the back door to the patio. No one was paying any attention to the
girl who was walking the guy out by his hair and belt. He tried to look around
for his friends but he couldn't see them. He couldn't scan the crowded area
too much with the grip that she had on his hair.

"I don't see any bouncers around at all this time," she said as she walked him
closer to the exit. "If I start bashing your head into one of these tables
this time I could make you a vegetable before it got broken up. Would all be
worth any trouble I got it to teach you not to run away from me. Shit, I'm
crazy anyway, they might put me in a psych unit for a few years and let me go
while you keep getting fed out of a straw until they get sick of you and pull
the plug on you. You try running, screaming or anything and that's exactly
what's going to happen.

He scanned the area with his eyes, seeing everyone having fun, no one noticing
what she was doing to him. He wondered if roles had been reversed how quickly
someone would have come to check on her and break this up. He was so afraid of
her threat and just hoped that if he cooperated that she would not do anything
crazy but when she led him out the patio exit and to the parking lot he really
wished they were back in there. He felt more fear as she walked him further
away from the people with a very determined and focused look on her face. She
led him to her car and opened the passenger door. She pushed him in the seat,
closed the door, and locked it with her fob. He unlocked it and she pushed
lock on her fob long before he could open the door.

"No seatbelt," she said as she got in the driver's seat and put hers on. "One
wrong move from you and I'll crash us right into a tree."

He sat in the driver's seat as she drove, more and more regretting not trying
to run away from her at the populated bar as he looked at her focused look
right on the road as she ignored the beeping noise letting her know that she
had a passenger without a seatbelt on. He hoped that she had slipped up and
that him not wearing a seatbelt would cause them to get pulled over but he had
no such luck.

When she pulled in her driveway she even give him another chance to try and
get out the passenger door, grabbing him by the shirt, and tugging him over
her transmissions between their seats, out the driver side door. Still
regretting not trying to get away from her at the bar, he considered making a
run for it before she took him inside. But he didn't even try and he could
understand why he didn't try at the bar either - he was too afraid of her.
Inside her bedroom, she threw him down on her bed.

"Strip all of your clothes off," she said to him in a very demanding manner
and there was nothing sexy about it.

He had to put an end to this now. "I really don't need to do this," he said,
more confidently than he expected he would and he started to get up. She was
ready for it. She jumped the bed looking angry but calm. She grabbed his
throat with her right hand and easily pushed him back down so he was lying on
the bed. Feeling her fingers push into the side of his Adam's apple was all he
needed to know not to move.

"Take off your clothes or I'm going to do it for you. Any chance you had of
getting away from me is long gone. You try fighting me and I'll rip your
throat right out."

She let go of his throat then turned around and got up like she had no doubt
that he was going to obey. Her assumption was right. He felt even more
frustration with himself for not calling for help at the bar as he started
taking his clothes off while she opened up her closet. He actually started to
cry a little bit and she took no notice. It was so unfair that she was able to
do this to him. A couple of tears came down his face.

She turned around holding actually a few pairs of handcuffs in her hand, he
couldn't tell how many. She started by putting one on his ankle and then
cuffing that foot to the bed. As she then cuffed the other one he wondered if
she was going to pull out a hammer and smash his feet. She proceeded to cuff
his wrists to the headboard behind him.

Scared to see what was going to come out of that closet next when she turned
around and reached into it again, he wasn't quite sure what she had, and he
certainly wasn't expecting it, when he saw what looked like some sort of cloth
in one hand and a ball in the other. She moved towards him methodically and it
wasn't until she was right on top of him that he saw the ball was a ball-gag
that she forced into his mouth then strapped around the back of his head. It
was the last thing he saw before she put the piece of cloth, which turned out
to be a blindfold, around his eyes.

He braced himself for some pain, now feeling even more sure that she was going
to do something extremely violent to him with him cuffed up, blinded, and
gagged. He felt her grab a hold of his cock and he was actually a bit
surprised that he was hard. He thought about all of the awful possibilities of
what she might do next - punch his balls, maybe even cut his cock off -
instead he could feel her putting something on it - it was a condom. He felt
her pussy start to sit on his cock once it was on - she was starting to fuck
him.

He could never have imagined sex feeling so awful. He could feel his cock
getting harder and feel the cum building up inside his cock as her pussy moved
up and down on him and he didn't want to be hard as a rock, he didn't want to
feel like his cock was filling up and getting ready to explode. She said
nothing as she did it and he felt like nothing but her sex toy, an awful
feeling.

He wished she had stayed being silent because next she started to moan and
just hearing the pleasure she was getting from this was making it even worse
for him. She didn't go gentle on the cuffs and they were tight enough around
his ankles and wrists to remind him that he wasn't going anywhere. Even moving
hurt him because he'd feel the tightness of the cuffs more so he stopped doing
that.

He could feel her body move forward as she started to moan louder. She dug her
fingers into his bare shoulders as she began fucking him harder. She was
breathing heavily like she was working so hard to cum, the whole process of
this now just feeling stressful, and he felt like if she didn't cum that she
was going to take it out on him.

He could feel himself getting close to cumming as well and he was trying to
hold back because he definitely didn't want to cum first. But the excitement
of the situation was started to take him over. Being completely taken over by
her like this, tied up and dominated literally against his will, he now loved
it, at least his cock did as it felt thicker than even inside of her wet pussy
and now he started to moan.

"You know you like that," she said into his ear and with the inability to see,
he could feel her breath in his ear more than he normally would. "No matter
how much you try and resist me, you know you want me."

She began fucking him harder, hard enough where it was actually hurting his
hips a bit. He didn't like the pain, yet it was exciting him more at the same
time. He couldn't help but moan louder with satisfaction, the sexual pleasure
feeling like it was possessing him. She was now grunting and screaming and she
almost sounded more like she was angry than she was enjoying it.

"You want to cum now?" she said. "Go ahead and cum right inside of me. Let me
feel how much you want me."

She went back to fucking him even harder now and he could feel that she was
using all of her strength to do it. She was screaming now and as much as he
didn't want to enjoy this, he couldn't help but give it and start yelling
back. His cock felt like it was going to explode and then he exploded inside
of her. He felt like she had to know but she continued fucking him hard,
either because she just wanted to cause pain for his dick that was quickly
getting smaller, or because she hadn't cum yet.

He never knew if she did cum or not as she got off of him. He felt her take
the condom off him and it sounded like she just threw it aside on the floor.
He felt her just lie down next to him and he knew she wasn't going to un-cuff
him or even take the blindfold or ball-gag out. He heard her start to lightly
snore and he didn't even bother seeing if he could try and fight free. Locked
up without even the option to get up was actually more conducive to sleep than
he would have thought and he fell asleep within a couple of minutes.

**

He woke up after what he didn't think was much time since he didn't feel
comfortable or well-rested. His wrists and ankles really hurt though from
being cuffed all night and he wanted them off. He also didn't notice it right
away but breathing through his nose actually felt difficult and it felt
stuffed up. Suddenly he was hit by panic and he started to shake around. At
first it got no response but then he could feel Angelina start to roll around
and then groan.

"Fuck, you want to get up already?" he heard her say.

When she pulled the blindfold away from his face he saw the pissed-off look on
her face at his protesting of being locked up interrupting her sleep. Her hair
was a mess and her morning face did not look pretty. He looked down her body
to see her totally naked except for a blue thong. Her body still looked plenty
good in the morning and he was trying not to get turned on again.

"You want some breakfast?" she said to him. He shook his head and made a noise
through the ball-gag. She still looked annoyed but she took it off of him.
"Coffee?"

"No thanks," he said.

"You're so fucking weird," she said. "How can you not want coffee?"

She pushed herself out of bed, grabbed a t-shirt out of her drawer, put it on,
and started to leave. She then turned around, still looking half-awake, and
she put the ball-gag back on him. He lay there patiently. She couldn't keep
him locked up here forever, could she? Once he was able to leave he'd make
sure to avoid her - he hoped.

She walked back into the room, still looking very casual as if the guy in her
bed wasn't tied up and gagged. She held a cup of coffee in one hand and a bowl
of cereal that looked like it might Cornflakes in the other. The cereal was
shaking around as she held the bowl awkwardly and he wondered if some might
fall out. She sat lay down next to him, upright with her back against the
headboard, put the coffee cup on her end table, and then a decent splash of
milk came out and hit her leg.

"Fuck," she said in a loud whisper.

She then began eating the cereal like all was normal. Lying tied up and naked,
his dick still hurting, with this crazy chick next to him, not looking very
good, and with the nasty looking cereal he found extremely unpleasant and he
wanted out of there. She just ate her cereal and looked straight ahead like he
wasn't there.

"What are you up to today?" she then said to him, still sounding like she
wanted to be sleeping. He made another noise through the ball-gag. She looked
at him like it was his fault. She put the bowl between her legs, it shook
around, and more milk spilled on her legs. This time she didn't care. When she
got the ball gag out she threw it on the floor.

"So what are you up to today?" she said, sounding impatient like it was his
fault for not answering. She picked her bowl back up.

"I'm not sure yet," he said. "Are you going to let me out of here?"

"OF COURSE I'M GONNA FUCKING LET YOU OUT OF HERE!" she said. "I'm not just
going to fucking imprison you. I'm actually going to have to drive you home or
drive you to your car, huh?"

"You don't even have to worry about it. I'll be able to get home."

"Fuck that, you're not calling a friend or getting an Uber or anything with me
right here!" she yelled back. She grabbed his wrist tightly, digging her nails
into it. "I can take you just fine."

"Alright, yeah, take me to the bar," he said. He'd figure out a ride home from
there. There wasn't a chance in hell he was having her take him to his house.

"See, aren't you glad that I came and got you so you didn't have to worry
about driving your car home when you were drinking? You want me to take you
there now?"

"Will you?"

"YES, OF COURSE! God, you are fucking annoying sometimes. It's a good thing
you're so hot."

He started to get excited at the thought of being un-cuffed - one step closer
to being free and away from this lunatic. He decided he wouldn't go out for
the rest of the summer if that ensured that she wouldn't be able to find him
again. Instead of un-cuffing him, she picked his shorts up off of the floor
and started frantically digging through his back pockets.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"Where's your wallet?"

"Why?"

She pulled her hands out from under him, looked down at him threateningly and
made a fist. "Where is your wallet?"

"Front right pocket."

She looked impatient that she had to wait that long as she pulled it out of
his pocket and threw his shorts back on the floor. She opened his wallet,
losing the sixty something bucks that were in there was the least of Alec's
concerns, but she just took out his license and threw the wallet and
everything else in it on the floor. As he watched her start to take a picture
of the license with her phone he started to panic again. He had to stop this.
This couldn't happen. But she pushed on the screen and his address was now in
her phone. It was the one thing he didn't want and there was nothing he could
do about it. She carefully put his license back in his wallet, looking like
that was her way of showing respect, then she threw it back on the floor.

She got back on the bed, kneeled next to him, and looked at him with a partial
smile, partial crazy look that made him nervous. When she moved closer to him
it didn't help matters. She got right in his face.

"Don't ever try and run away from me again," she said. "I've had plenty of
guys leave me. It's fine, but I like you too much and I'm not letting you get
away from me. If you ever run out on me like that again I will come after you
and get you. And if you try any shit like a restraining order - I will kill
you. Maybe I'll get life in prison, maybe I'll make up a story and get a
reduced sentence, maybe they'll determine I'm crazy and just put me in a psych
ward for a couple of years, or maybe I'll be able to get away with it
altogether. After all, I haven't met a single one of your friends or family
yet so I wouldn't exactly be a suspect. Either way, you'll be dead so you'll
get a worse deal than me. So don't mess things up for either of us and just
treat me well like you should. Come on, let's go to your car."

She moved her face in closer and started making out with him. It was the most
awful kiss he ever received.

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