Stalker?! My Pokémon GO Misadventure – CNC Fantasy Phonesex – Part 1

 

I just wanted some exercise.

It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way–my day was never meant to veer off like this. I had a clear path laid out before me–a smartphone with GPS, a cute game with augmented reality, and a sexy slimming jogging outfit to boot. I had the evening all planned out, and it still went wrong. At no point did I plan to be stalked!

It all began in the afternoon. I had received a notification from my game that I had a Pokémon egg ready to be hatched. That’s when it hit me–I hadn’t played my game in over a week. My buddy Pokémon, a gorgeous Dratini, needed to be fed, and I had in-game goals to achieve. So, I decided to go for a brisk walk around the neighborhood and visit as many nearby Pokéstops as I could before night fell.

Florida is muggy as the seasons transition. I wore tight black leggings, a peach shaded sports bra, my favorite gray running shoes, and a black waist bag to hold my keys and pepper spray. With my hair pulled up and back in an adorable ponytail, I felt more than prepared to venture out into the world and capture Pokémon.

All that planning… Just to get stalked.

Don’t get me wrong: it’s Psychic type season, so I managed to score some decent finds. I caught a few Slowpoke, an Elgyem, and even a Gothita! So cute! And, thanks to all that walking around, I not only managed to spin three Pokéstops and a gym, but I also hatched three eggs. Yay me! All in all, it was a good haul for nearly two hours of walking around.

My eyes were glued to my phone, so I never noticed the white unmarked van that kept circling around the neighborhood as it stalked me. I didn’t notice how it slowed whenever it passed me–and I especially never caught the driver ogling at me. I was too consumed with my mobile game to worry or care about any of that. The need to celebrate had taken over; I, Evelyn Woods, was on my way to being a Pokémon Master!

Suddenly, a cloth was held against my mouth as a man wrapped his free arm around me. He had my arms pinned to my sides; I tried to struggle free, but the most I could accomplish was to drop my smartphone. Great. I was going to be taken, and I needed a new phone.

Even better, my stalker saw my mistake and took it upon himself to stomp onto my phone, fracturing it into several pieces. Double great. I glared up at him–the guy was so tall, and his body was built like a brick wall. How the hell was I going to get out of this mess?

I tried desperately to scream over the cloth, but it was useless.

“Keep quiet or I’m gonna give you a reason to scream,” he said–at least, I think he did. That was right around the time that my head started spinning. I felt drowsy–no, fatigued. Like all my limbs were suddenly too heavy for me to move. I stopped struggling as the waves washed over me, and when he shoved me into the back of the van I plopped down onto my abdomen with a thunk. And with that, I was stalked and taken.

Then everything went black–and when I came to, it was to the sound of metal clinking.

It took a few seconds for my vision to clear up. I blinked several times, trying to overcome my fatigue. Where the hell was I?

When I tried to bring my hands to my face, I was met with more clinking and less actual movement. Looking up, I found that my wrists were wrapped in plush-lined straps that disappeared around the metal headboard. I could barely move my hands–but my legs were free, so to speak–and as far as I could tell, I was stripped nude. I struggled to sit up and look around in the dim light of… Candles?

“Wh-What’s going on?” I demanded, though my voice sounded weak, fragile. Scared. “Hello? Anyone? HELP ME–!”

Thank you for reading Part 1 of my blog! Part 2 comes out in a couple of days–or if you can’t wait, you can purchase the complete audio version now.

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Evelyn

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