The Puppet Masters Grasp

<p>Tell me doll face is it fear that makes you tremble or something darker? She thought that she was alone She was wrong. He's always been there watching waiting wanting. A shadow in the night a presence she can't shake. She doesn't know his name he knows everything about her her routines her secrets the way her lips part when she sleeps. When she finally seesees him it's to late he doesn't ask he takes with a gloved hand around her throat and a whisper of steel against her skin. He makes one thing clear she belongs to him. Some desires are written in blood some monsters don't just pull the strings they tie them around your throat. </p>