Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Naomi's stomach twisted, her heart thudding so loud it almost drowned out the garbage spewing from this psycho's mouth. But the words still hit—sharp, disgusting, and clawing at her like greasy hands in the dark.

"Oh, but maybe... maybe you wanted to be with him because of his looks and his little money? Selling yourself out now, huh? Is that why you're with him? Damn. And here I thought you were better than that."

Her body shook—not with fear this time, but pure, seething rage. Selling herself out? Was this asshole seriously calling her a whore? Like, did she look like that to him? Hell no. The disrespect burned hotter than the fear ever could. Her fists clenched so tight her nails bit into her palms, but this creep just kept going, like some broken record from hell.

"By the way... Why'd you stop posting your little pictures? And heck, what's with that weird-ass cat you post? It's even on your screen saver. Gives me the creeps, for real. What? Trying to hide from me now? Didn't want me seeing how happy you looked with him? Baby, you're not happy. Not really. Not without me."

Oh, fuck off. She was happy, damn it. She had a solid job, her own space, and yeah—her boss was actually decent. Not that this whack job would ever get it. And Erebus? That little demon furball was more loyal, more comforting, and less terrifying than anything this guy could ever dream of being. But the worst part wasn't just the fear crawling up her spine—it was how cornered she felt.

Caught between being scared shitless, furious, embarrassed, and so fucking disrespected that she wanted to punch a hole through the nearest wall. Only that she couldn't.

"I saw you yesterday, at the cafeteria," he said, voice dripping with that smug, slimy sweetness that made her skin crawl. "Why'd you start running errands for him? That what you're into now? Playing house for some random guy? You were supposed to be mine. Only mine. What? You think laughing with someone else makes me disappear? You think I'd let you go that easy? Baby… you don't get to leave me behind. Ever."

Jesus fucking Christ. This wasn't just creepy—it was full-blown nightmare fuel, like one of those messed-up true crime stories you scroll past at 3 AM, thinking that could never happen to me. But here she was, living it in technicolor horror.

And the worst part? He sounded clingy as hell—like some twisted, cliché villain in a bad teen drama, except it wasn't funny. It wasn't so bad it's good—it was just terrifying. And Naomi? She had no clue how the hell she was supposed to answer without either screaming her head off or straight-up decking him in the face.

'Dude, I don't even fucking know you.' The words burned in Naomi's throat, clawing to get out, but she swallowed them like poison. What was the point? This freak was on his own sick little trip, lost in some delusional fantasy where she belonged to him. Saying anything would be like tossing gasoline on a dumpster fire—it'd just make it worse.

So she did the only thing that felt safe—dropped her head low, shoulders tense like a drawn bow, and just took it. Let him talk. Let him spit whatever twisted shit he needed to until he ran out of steam. Maybe he'll get bored. Maybe he'll leave.

But nah, creeps like him? They never knew when to shut the hell up.

"You think you're better off with him? Really?" His voice dripped with that fake-sweet poison, like he was trying to sound concerned—but it was just sharp, slimy control hiding underneath. "Like he could protect you better than I can? Trust me, babe, he can't. You wouldn't be here right now if he could. I'm the only one who can protect you. You should've stayed alone—like before."

Her jaw clenched so hard her teeth hurt. 'Alone? Alone was better than whatever the hell this is, you freak.'

But it kept going. God, it kept going.

"Like he could understand you the way I do?" His voice dipped lower, too close, too familiar—like they shared something real when they didn't. "I know you better than anyone else ever will. You'll see that soon enough." His breath hitched like he was working himself up on the fantasy. "And I hate your pretending. Why do you keep pretending? Smiling like you're free. You're not. You never were. You're mine—and you'll remember that."

Naomi felt her pulse spike, heart hammering against her ribs so loud she swore he could hear it. Her stomach twisted tighter with every word, but she stayed still—stone-cold on the outside, even as her insides were screaming. Stay quiet.

Don't react. Don't give him what he wants.

But then his tone shifted—colder now, like a knife sliding right up against her neck.

"You think I wanted this? You made me do this." His voice was venom now—sharp, cruel, and so fucking wrong. "If you had just behaved... just followed the rules... this wouldn't be happening."

Her breath caught—this wasn't just obsession. This was full-blown, off-the-rails crazy.

"What, you thought showing up with him wouldn't have consequences? You thought I'd just let it slide?" The way he said it—sweetheart—made her skin crawl like ants under her flesh. "You sealed his fate the second you dared to show your face with him."

The air felt thin now, like the whole room had shrunk down to this one terrifying moment. She could feel it in her chest—fear like ice, sharp and suffocating.

"Oh, but don't worry—" His voice dropped to a whisper, the kind that felt like a hand on the back of your neck. "I'll take care of it. You don't need to answer. He's already dead."

Naomi's whole body snapped. Her stomach lurched, breath hitching hard enough that she nearly choked on it. Her hands started shaking—not from fear, she told herself, but from rage boiling beneath the panic.

'No, fuck this. Fuck you.'

This wasn't just creepy anymore. This was danger. Real, terrifying, can't-laugh-this-off danger. Her body screamed at her to move—run, fight, something. But all she could do was sit there, fists trembling, pulse racing like a freight train as his words kept echoing in her skull.

He's already dead.

No. No.

Not today. Not ever. But the time of reckoning was here...

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Guys this is my first time writing the kidnapping plot, I hope I didn't over write it. I wanted to cover everything. Well, your opinions are welcome to let me know.