Hooking up with the college freshman I was supposed to keep an eye on was easier than tracking her.
Kidnapping her after that first night was easier than following her around campus.
I'm massive, scarred, and tattooed. I don't exactly fit in with her crowd.
After the job was done, cutting her loose was the hard part.
Making it through the day without seeing her became impossible.
Some may call it stalking, but I call it vigilance.
She seems invested in this game of cat and mouse we're playing, but she's mistaken.
I'm not a toy she can discard when she's bored.
Trying to get her out of my system may leave us both in pieces.