The truth, which I had been hiding from myself, was I hadn’t really felt right ever since my first encounter with Alabama. The sense that I was being watched had been almost constant and even after washing my sheets three times, I was still finding pink hairs in my bed. And that right there should have been enough of a clue to stop me from luring any future dates into the snare of my psychotic stalker but, unfortunately, I was an idiot.
Alabama slid a hand beneath my waist and undid my belt, interrupting my internal scolding and bringing me back to the horrifying present as she began to tug at my jeans. She yanked them and my underwear down to my knees in one quick motion and then paused to consider something. A moment later, I heard Alabama remove the narrow full-length mirror hanging from my bedroom door.
She carried the mirror around to the side of the bed that I was facing and positioned it so that I could see my own paralyzed reflection. I looked pathetic: lying there on my stomach, completely motionless, my eyes wide with terror and my bare ass pointed up at an angle. If I could’ve, I would’ve started to cry.
Alabama moved out of my line of sight and I watched as her reflection made its way back around to my exposed rear end. She began to strip naked as she said, “You think I like having to crack all these fat sluts’ heads open?! That Candice girl was one thing… I had to get rid of her so that we could be together… But that poor girl bleeding out on your living room floor; what did she do? Nothing except trust YOU. And I know you did it just to make me jealous, too. You think I’m that STUPID?! You wanna see me jealous? WELL, THIS IS ME JEALOUS!”
With that Alabama jabbed a small black object into my side, right above my left kidney, and a surge of blinding white-hot pain flooded through me as my body began to reflexively convulse.
I was still twitching after Alabama finally pulled the taser away and my vision cleared just in time to see her duck down out of sight of the mirror. I listened to her retrieve something from beneath my bed and a moment later she was pulling the strap-on up around her waist.
“Do you really think any of this was an accident?” Alabama set the taser down and removed a small bottle of lubricant from my bedside table. Using the lube, she began to grease up her strap-on as she locked eyes with me through the mirror and continued, “My profile name, the fact that we liked the same movies and music… That was all me trying to be a girl that you could love. You can say goodbye to all of that right now because it’s time for no more Mrs. Gives-A-Shit.”
Alabama reached down to grip the strap-on by its base as she aimed the rounded tip toward my asshole. There was a blur of motion just above her and then her eyes suddenly rolled up into her head as Alabama’s limp body collapsed onto me, revealing Kat’s reflection standing there behind her.