Stalk Me Gently

Doesn't every good girl need a daddy?

It's him. The man from the texts is watching me. I mean...
I knew he would eventually contact me but I wasn't expecting...
My fingers shake as I tap back a reply.

Who are you

I wait. Prickles rise on my forearms. I can't tear my gaze away from the screen.

I'll be your daddy now
Little Reece
Doesn't every good girl need a daddy

What. The. Actual.
Fear and angst rise in my throat.
It's sick.
And wrong.
And scary...

But somehow mixed in with the fear is a delicious thread of danger...
One that trickles through my core like a hot lick of a flame.
I should delete this number. I should tell someone. I should probably call the police.
But I don't do any of that.

I text him back.