Romantic Crime

The day of my confession. Kidnapped by a strange stalker. It was one day of confinement. ** “Who’s that guy?” “Yes…?” "Do you like him? That's why you decided to go out with him?" The man's hand touched the pants. I kicked relentlessly to get out of the touch. My heavy legs, as if I had eaten water, didn't move as I wanted, but just trembled. “Don’t do it! Don’t do it, you punk!” “I didn’t want to say it was me.” The brief fell off my body. When the piece of cloth disappeared, my heart jumped like crazy. “But you met the other guy first. Then can I put up with it?” I had a clue what that dude, crazy dude, would do to me. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm sorry. Please save me. Please forgive me j...