Yes

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't ignore my thoughts about Lena anymore. Her sports bag had granted me a glimpse into her life that I found too interesting to resist. My curiosity pushed me to learn more about her, so I decided to take the next step.

After work, I headed to her gym, hoping to bump into her by chance. I waited for several hours, and as she still hadn't arrived, I was on the verge of giving up and returning home. But then, a cold shiver ran down my spine as a woman suddenly entered the gym behind me. Her steps were heavy, and her presence dominated the entire room. I couldn't see her, but I had a hunch about who it might be. As she passed by me, I couldn't contain my excitement; it was indeed Lena! I stood in awe, in her sporty clothes she was even more imposing and striking. Lena possessed a physique that could only be described as ethereal, with curves in all the right places, while her strong muscles gave her a sculpted figure that far surpassed my own. From a distant corner of the studio, I observed her as she trained with remarkable strength and grace. Her strength fascinated me and simultaneously frightened me; she lifted five times what I could, and the difference in our physical capabilities must have been immense. Whenever she finished an exercise and moved to the next machine, I attempted to replicate her routine with the same weights. However, the weights were simply too much for me; I couldn't even budge them. Time passed, and I continued to watch her. With each stolen glance, my obsession with her grew stronger, and I edged closer to her.

Finally, Lena realized she was being watched. She turned with deliberate quickness and fixed me with her penetrating gaze. Her eyes radiated an icy intensity, but in them danced a passion like that of a predator ready to attack. I backed away instantly, too frightened to maintain eye contact. Her instinctive suspicion was aroused, and when she recognised me, she immediately pieced together the puzzling fragments of her memory. She remembered that I had followed her and that I was there when her sports bag went missing on the bus. She figured out that I must be the one who took her stuff.

Lena was furious, a storm of anger erupted inside her. Her eyes glowed with anger and her stature, which towered over me by a whole head, radiated an aura of unwavering determination.

"So, you were really stalking me!" Lena said as she walked towards me with big steps.

"N-no... that's just a coincidence," I stammered, my voice shaking as Lena came closer. She was now standing in front of me, casting a commanding shadow over my shrunken form.

"Give me your phone," Lena commanded with imperious authority.

"No," I retorted, stubbornly holding my phone back. With an abrupt movement, Lena grabbed my shirt and effortlessly lifted me off the floor so that my feet hovered inches above the ground. With her free hand, she took my phone from my pocket. She looked through my pictures and found the videos I secretly took of her.

In a **** attempt to protect my privacy, I struggled to regain possession of my phone. However, Lena outmatched me in every aspect. She grabbed my wrist and effortlessly **** me to the ground.

As I lay on the floor, growing more and more afraid, an important memory surfaced in Lena's mind. She remembered the disturbing incident on the bus, when her sports bag disappeared.

"Did you stole my sports bag?" Lena asked.

I thought about it and realized it was better to tell the truth. Who knew what she would do if I lied again?

"Yes, I took your sports bag," I admitted, hesitating. "It's still at my home."

A little smile appeared on Lena's face. She liked that I was so submissive. She enjoyed being in control, even over someone older than her.

"Take me to your home, I want to get my sports bag back," she said, making it clear that it wasn't a choice. I agreed right away.

With shaky hands, I took her to my apartment. I struggled to match her pace, given her much longer legs. Walking alongside her made me feel tiny, like a child. People we passed by seemed to find it amusing, probably thinking she was spending time with her younger sibling – it was quite embarrassing.

As we headed to my place, my mind raced, trying to figure out how to extricate myself from this situation. Usually, when a man stalks a younger girl, he holds the upper hand, capable of overpowering her at will. However, in this unique situation, the tables had turned. I had to concede that even if we were alone in an isolated place, it wouldn't be wise to resort to aggression. She possessed significantly more physical strength and could easily overpower me.

For now, it seems I have **** but to obey her. Nevertheless, I have a bad feeling about this. I hope she just takes her sports bag and leaves. I could handle charges of stalking and theft, even though the fines will be high, but when I think about what else she could do to me, that would actually be preferable.