Your POV:

Eventually, you had fallen asleep while waiting for your stalker to show up. A soft tapping on your window wakes you from your slumber.

Groggily, you wipe your eyes and walk over to your window. Peering out, you see a young man sitting on a tree limb in front of your window. He waves to you as you let him in.

"How long have you been watching me?" Is the first thing you say.

The man just shrugs, not saying a word.

You get a chance to look at him. He is wearing a black hoodie and a blue mask with dripping eye sockets covers his face.

"Who are you?" You ask him.

He hands you a small slip of paper that simply says 'Jack.'

"Jack..." you repeat.

Jack nods his head.

Suddenly, he pushes you against a wall and starts poking and squeezing your sides.

"Ow! What are you doing?!" You yelp.

He puts a finger on your lips, hushing you.

He then reaches into his pocket and brings out a shiny object, where you soon identify it as a scalpel. He slowly lowers it to your stomach. With his other hand, he starts lifting up your shirt.

"Jack! Stop it!" You yell, trying to push him away.

Again, he puts a finger to your lips.

You push his hand away, making him take a step back.

He tilts his heat and lowers his hands.

"What the heck?!" You exclaim, adjusting your shirt back into place.

He takes out a slip of paper and write something on it, then hands it to you.

What you read makes your heart skip a beat, and your stomach turns.

'Kidneys' is scrawled onto the paper.

Jacks pov:

I pin her to the wall so I can examine her to see if she is worth the fight. I take out my scalpel and start to lift up her shirt. Just the sound of her heartbeats makes my mouth water.

She starts to squirm and yell at me, so I put a finger to her lips.

She pushes my hand away and I back away.

"What the heck?!" She says, moving her shirt back into place.

Saying nothing, I wright what I want on a piece of paper.

Hopefully after she reads it I will get what I want...

After reading the paper, she drops it and backs away from me.

Your pov:

Backing away from the man, you drop the paper.

"What do you want with them?" You ask in a shaky voice.

Jack puts his hand on his stomach and points to where his mouth would be behind his mask.

You feel hot tears slide down your face as you realize he wants to eat them.

"Why?" You sob.

He shrugs and steps closer to you.

"No! Don't come any closer!" You yell, putting your hands up for defence.

He stops moving and tilts his head again, as if listening.

He writes on another piece of paper and slides it across the floor to you.

'I don't want to hurt you.' The sloppy handwriting says.

You look up at the man, more curious than you are scared now.

"Cant you talk?" You ask him.

Jack shrugs and writes on another slip of paper.

' if you come with me, I will let you live.'

"So you're going to kidnap me?" You say.

He nods his head and scrawls on more paper.

'If you put up a fight, I will kill you.'

You let out a shaky breath and accept, not wanting to be killed.

Jack takes out a set of rusty handcuffs and chains one of your wrists on one end, and his wrist on the other so you can't escape.

Happily, he drags you out of your house and runs into the woods with you following.