Sexual Offenderman -To Be Loved pt 1

      Rose was walking to her home, hoping that nothing would pop out and grab her. She lived in an apartment that had was right next to a bar filled with drunk men, looking for woman to take to their place for the night.
      She had been hearing things all day, as if someone was following her. She looks around her, seeing the little diner that was closed down for health precautions. She remembered going in and buying sweets before going to work. Sighing from the happy memory, she continued on to her home.
      She was walking down an alley, a short cut to the back door of her apartment building, when she saw someone standing at the end of the alley. 
      Standing right by the back door, was what appeared to be an extremely tall man wearing a trench coat. Not being able to see much since the street light has been broken for months, she slowly made her way over to the back door, hoping that the man wouldn't notice her. 
      She was about five feet away from the door, when the man looked her way. He held out his pale, white hand holding a beautiful dark blue rose. She had managed to tear her sight away from the rose to quietly mumble a "No thank you." to the man.
      Still wanting to go to the door, and to her home, she had quickly ran to the door.   Opened the door, ran down the hall, and into her apartment. The man went unnoticed as he silently followed her, determined to have her.
       She had went about putting her bag down on a counter separating the kitchen from the living room, and had gone into her room. She had sighed, and changed into black sweats, and a dark purple tank top. Leaving her room, she screamed at the sight of the man from the alley, in her living room. Smiling at her, with almost a evil look to him. She had noticed that he was pale white, and had lacked any facial features. Scared at the sight, she had reached around her door into her room and grabbed a hidden steel baseball bat. Preparing to hit him, she had ran at him with the bat in hand.
        She was suddenly stopped. With a tentacle around her waist, a pale hand grabbing and ripping the bat out of her hands, she had crumbled down to the floor and crawled away from the man.
        She was held to the floor in place with the tentacle around her waist. The tentacle had picked her up and steadied her before letting her go. She backed up into the wall behind her and shakily asked, "What do you want?"
        The man had ripped open his face, forming a mouth, and had answered. "You." he said, with a deep voice.