!!*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring*!!
"Bloody hell." -Marshall mumbles, taking out the phone from his pocket, and aiming to throw it away, as to not disturb their peace. But he stops midways his eyes slightly widening.
"W-Who is it?" -Elara manages to whisper.
Marshall looks down to her and finally says;
"The same unknown number from earlier."
Her eyes widen slightly as Marshall says that. Elara snatches the phone from him and her eyes seemingly studying the unknown number. She feels herself trembling slightly. Marshall reaches out and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Do you want me to answer the call?" his voice soft as he speaks to her. He wants to make sure Elara is okay first, before doing anything.
Elara shakes her head. "No, I-I want to answer the call. Is it okay if I answer it?" -She asks, staring at him. Her face still flushed red from their make out session few moments ago.
Marshall nods his head. He takes the phone from her, and she doesn't protest. He looks down to the phone, which is now in his hand. He takes a deep breath, and finally answers the call. Putting it on speaker, he awaits. He looks at Elara, who seems to be at the brink of breaking down. But she doesn't, thankfully.
She doesn't say anything, nor does Marshall. He won't speak out of turn, not unless she asks him to. And neither the other person, on the opposite side of the phone call. All she can hear is heavy breathing on the other line.it seems to be a game of fox and rabbit. Each party waiting for the other to slip up. But it's not easy, is it? It's a game of patience and intelligence. Though, one might not understand a lot about it at first. But its very clear.
Who's the fox and who's the rabbit.
After what felt like an eternity, but was only just 60 seconds, there's a deep, very deep and lowly chuckle. Almost sinister.
"You win, Elara baby. You made me talk. After almost 5 years… you've finally made me talk. I was dying... While waiting for this day. I fantasized quite a lot.. About what our first conversation would be. So many things to talk about. To you, my baby." -A deep voice murmurs.
Elara feels her blood run cold. The voice itself makes her feel.. sick. Marshall looks at her, trying to understand the emotions her eyes are conveying. Fear? Sadness? He reaches his hand out, and entwines his fingers with hers. He squeezes her hand gently. Elara lets him. She can't do it alone, and she's glad he's here with her.
Though, she still hasn't spoken a single word, the stalker on the other end of the call continues talking. Chatting, as if Elara is an old friend.
"But let's talk right now. I'm not going to ask why you answered Marshall's phone. You two must've gotten closer in the past few days. And why not? He's your husband, after all. Pardon me, if I interrupted your 'private time', I just... Couldn't help but wonder... how dare he, touching what's mine?! " The man's voice suddenly goes much deeper. Elara feels goosebumps rising on her back. His voice went deeper and he sounded even more sinister, if that's somehow possible.
She feels a lump forming on her throat, she squeezes Marshall's hand tightly. Somehow, managing to take a deep breath, Elara asks;
"Who are you? Why're you doing this to me!?" -silly question to ask, after being stalked for more than 5 years, but she still does. Even though, she knows she won't get the answer that would satisfy her.
"The man who loves you unconditionally." -He replies, without missing a beat.
"And the fact that I'm married now? Shouldn't that stop you? Do you not have any conscience?" -Elara says loudly. Even though, she is scared of this anonymous stalker of hers, she can't help but also feel rage towards of him.
"Since when did such trivial things mattered to me? You're mine. Since I've seen you, five years ago. And if you think, making out with him on your bed... Is going to stop me. You're wrong, baby. No one can satisfy you, but me. Now, where do you think I've planted the cameras in your room?" -The man grins sadistically on the phone. He sounds proud of himself.
"You're sick in the head. You're seriously sick." -Elara mumbles. Feeling a pit growing in her stomach. Even Marshall seems shocked. His eyes scan around the room, trying to figure out where the cameras are. Plural. There are multiple cameras then.
"Sick?? I'm a man in love, baby." -He grins.
"That's not love. That's some sick obsession in your head. I'm not your fucking property. I am my own person, and I would never… never fall for you. Even if you had all the riches and looks in this world." -Elara grits her teeth. She wonders if she would've had the same courage to very it to his face. A part of her is grateful, that this is a phone call. And the other part of her is scared... He's out there somewhere.
"Of course you're gonna say that now. You're married to a freaking billionaire. Who also has the looks of a Greek god, like any woman would say." He taunts. "but then again, you're forgetting. He's going to treat you like just any other woman. He's fucked more women than you've held hands with a man! He'll throw you out when he's done with you! Not me! I love you. I freaking love you, Elara!"
Marshall snatches the phone from Elara, before she can respond.
"Now you listen to me, and you listen good. That's my wife, you're talking to right now. I may have fucked around when I was single. But when I tell you, I would rather gouge my own eyes out before looking at another woman now, I'm not lying. My feelings for my wife aren't one of love, but protectiveness and care. Unlike a monster like you. So, if you make the mistake of coming anywhere near my woman, and I can whole-heartedly promise you, there'll be no one worse than me. Not even death."