Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 19: Stalker

Chapter 19: Stalker

-Glyndon Walton: (The song of the Chapter: Hunted by Isabel LaRosa)

It’s Thursday. After what happened yesterday in the showers, I can’t stop thinking about it.

It replays in my mind every time I close my eyes—Kathrine’s hands on me, her voice, the way my body responded despite every part of me screaming that it was wrong.

But that’s not the only thing haunting me.

The shadow outside my house, the video... I haven’t seen the figure since that night, but the memory of it lingers, just as much as the thought of who could’ve filmed me and why.

What are they planning to do with it? My stomach twists every time I imagine the worst.

And then there’s the showers. I hate to admit it, but it felt good.

To feel pleasure with someone else—not just myself. It felt amazing in a way I don’t even want to acknowledge because I know it’s wrong. It’s so, so wrong.

I mutter to myself under my breath as I grab my schoolbag. "I’m never letting her get close to me again. Never."

My hands shake as I adjust my uniform, trying to calm down. "On Sunday, I’ll go to church. I’ll confess my sins. God will forgive me, and I’ll be better. If Kathrine tries to get close to me again, I’ll—I’ll call the police. I’ll push her away. I’ll run. I’ll..."

The words fade into silence, and I take a shaky breath. It doesn’t matter if it felt good. It was wrong. I shouldn’t be doing that.

I’m not a lesbian.

When I got to school, I found myself scanning the hallways for her, even though I told myself I wouldn’t.

Kathrine was nowhere to be seen, not even in class.

And yet, as much as I wanted to believe I was relieved, there was a part of me... curious.

For a split second, I even considered going to the girls’ locker room, just to see if she was there.

But I didn’t. Instead, I stayed with Alex, clinging to the comfort of something familiar and something that is ’right’.

I did everything I could to avoid seeing her.

At the end of the school day, as we walked to Alex’s car, he swung his arm around my shoulders, his voice casual. "Hey, how about a shopping spree? My treat."

I blinked up at him, surprised. "A shopping spree? Why?"

"Why not?" he said with a grin. "You’ve been stressed lately. I want to spoil my future wife a little."

I forced a smile, trying to push everything else out of my mind.

Alex was sweet, and he deserved my attention, not... not my guilt. "Okay. But don’t blame me when I bankrupt you."

He laughed. "Deal."

As we drove to the mall, I stared out the window, watching the buildings blur past.

I should be excited about this—about spending time with Alex, about shopping—but my thoughts kept wandering back to Kathrine. To the shadow outside my room. To the video.

"Hey," Alex’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. "You sure you’re okay? You’ve been quiet all day."

"I’m fine," I said quickly, forcing another smile. "Just tired."

He didn’t push further, and I was grateful for that.

But as we pulled into the mall parking lot, I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder, half-expecting to see a shadowy figure watching from afar.

Alex parked the car smoothly into a spot near the mall entrance, the sleek black car gleaming under the afternoon sun.

He turned to me with his signature grin. "Ready to be spoiled, Glyndon?"

I laughed, though my mind was still elsewhere. "You sure you’re ready for this? I can be a nightmare in malls."

"Bring it on," he teased, stepping out of the car and jogging over to my side to open the door for me.

The cool air from the mall’s entrance swept over us as we walked in, his hand casually resting on the small of my back.

It was busy, with groups of shoppers buzzing around, the smell of pretzels and coffee wafting through the air.

"So," he said, glancing down at me, "where to first? Clothes? Makeup? Or do you just want to raid the entire place?"

I smirked, finally feeling some of my nerves ease. "Let’s start with Sephora. I’m running low on my foundation, and you offered."

"Of course. Lead the way, Your Highness." Inside Sephora, he trailed behind me, pretending to understand the rows of makeup products I scanned through.

"Do you need five different types of lipstick?" he asked, holding up a deep red shade I had added to my basket.

"Trust me, they all serve a purpose," I said with a grin.

Next, we wandered into Louis Vuitton, where Alex insisted I pick out anything I liked. "This is way too much," I told him as I hesitated over a sleek black handbag.

"No such thing, do a haul and tutorials for me when we get home, like one of these influencers on social media," he replied, already heading to the cashier to pay while I chuckled at his request.

After a few more stores, we stopped at Victoria’s Secret.

As I browsed through the racks of bras and panties, Alex wandered toward the perfume section.

I felt a small smile tug at my lips as I fingered a pair of red Lacey panties. It was pretty, really, but all the colors looked pretty and I didn’t know which one to choose—my nerves from earlier had started to fade, and I was finally relaxing.

Then my phone buzzed.

Instinctively, I grabbed it from my pocket. My heart sank as I read the message from an unknown number.

"Pick the red one. They’ll look amazing around your little ass."

My stomach twisted in on itself, my hand gripping the fabric tighter as I stared at the screen.

My heart was hammering in my chest when another message came in, this time it was a photo.

I opened it, and my world tilted.

It was a picture of me and Kathrine in the shower.

I was naked, my back turned to the camera, my body completely exposed.

The memory of that moment crashed over me, and bile rose in my throat.

My hands trembled as I looked around the store, trying to spot anyone suspicious.

That’s when I saw it—a shadowy figure on the second floor, dressed in all black with a hood pulled low, standing perfectly still and holding up their phone.

They were staring directly at me.

"Glyndon!" Alex’s voice startled me, and I whipped around to see him holding a bottle of perfume. "This one’s nice," he said, smiling as if everything were normal. "Smell it."

I hesitated, glancing back to where I had seen the figure, but they were gone.

The panic inside me grew. Shoving my phone into my pocket, I forced myself to meet Alex’s gaze and plastered on a fake smile. "It smells great. I’ll take it."

"Perfect. I’ll get it for you," he said, planting a quick kiss on my forehead before walking back to the perfume display.

I turned back to the red panties in my hand, my body trembling as my mind raced. Who had taken that picture? And why?

I was sitting there in the mall, trying to keep it together, but everything felt wrong.

My hands trembled as I pretended to be fine, but I could feel my heart pounding against my chest.

Alex kept looking at me with that concerned expression like he knew something was off, but I couldn’t tell him.

Not now. Not when everything felt so... unstable.

He tilted his head, still unsure. "Hey, are you okay? You’ve been acting kinda off all day."

I forced a smile, but it felt like my face couldn’t quite pull it off. "I’m fine. Let’s just... let’s just pay and leave," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alex didn’t push it. He grabbed the bags, his usual carefree attitude still hanging on.

He went to the cashier, paid for everything with his card, and we were out of the mall in no time.

But as we walked through the parking lot, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me.

My eyes darted around, scanning every corner, every shadow, every person. But

the dark figure I had seen earlier—whoever they were—was nowhere to be found.

I just wanted to go home. To lock the doors and feel safe again.

To not have to think about the pictures, the videos, or that figure watching me.

Alex opened the car door for me and I slipped in, my nerves still on edge.

The drive felt too long, every second stretching out as I stared at the passing streetlights, hoping to catch a glimpse of that figure following us.

But there was nothing. Nothing but the weight of the silence between us.

When Alex pulled up in front of my house, I still couldn’t shake the unease that clung to me like a shadow. "Hey, you don’t look okay," he said, his hand resting gently on my thigh.

I nodded quickly, not trusting my voice. "I’m fine. Just... tired."

He seemed reluctant to leave, but after a moment, he leaned in, kissed me on the cheek, and grabbed my bags from the backseat. "Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

I nodded, trying to smile. "Thanks, Alex. I’ll be fine."

As soon as the car drove off, the moment the engine faded into the distance, I rushed inside.

I locked the front door with shaking hands, rushed to my room then turned the key in the balcony lock, as if that could protect me from whatever was coming.

I dropped my bags on the couch and headed for my bedroom, hoping that if I could just sit down, I could stop feeling so... out of control.

But when I sat on the bed, something caught my attention. A strange, lumpy feeling under the blankets.

My heart skipped a beat as I slowly pulled them back.

And then I froze.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared down at the stack of photos spread across my bed—photos of me.

In the shower. Naked. With Kathrine.

And...

A tiny hourglass with rainbow-colored sand in it.

As if the stalker is telling me that my time is coming to an end. I felt like the air was being sucked out of my lungs. How did they get here? How did they get these pictures?

My hands shook as I scrambled to gather the photos, my mind racing. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.

It felt like the walls were closing in on me. The cold realization hit me hard: someone was watching me.

Someone had been watching me the whole time.

That someone is probably still watching me right now.

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