This bitch has been gone for hoot near a month now, he thought to himself as he watched Danielle through the window of his unassuming sedan. Look at how she walks, how SLUTTY she is…

Granted, she was just walking inside her sign of the zodiac to call for a nap, but there's a lot of history to get behind here. This guy has been stalking Danielle for approximately a class now, his whole liveliness ruined because of his hyper-obsession. Did he suffer an undiagnosed mental job ? Probably, considering he threw away his wife, kids, friends, all of it just because he saw this wench at a coffee workshop ONCE. Afterwards he even talked to her a bit in the parking lot, some pocket-sized talk, but that was it. He practically lived in his car now, just watching Danielle occasionally and jerking off to her when he'd pinch her naked via his intricate hidden cam network all around her house. He even planned out a schedule for her :

530-600 : Wakeup and do all that morning clock time shit

615-645 : SHOWER ( self note : jolt off clip ! )

700-1500 : Worktime ( drop time fantasizing about her )

1515-1830 : SHE'S rachis, nighttime shit ( steal solid food off her board, she'll never notice )

1845-1915 : exhibitioner ( jerk off again )

1930- ? ? ? : sentry TV, do work stuff ( boring )

Sleep is whenever : Stand by her window and flick off while staring at her sleepy face.

Has he raided her pantie drawer before ? sin yes, he's a indorse"master"now. Has he went inside her menage while she was sleeping and watched her from there ? Uhhhh….YEAH ! Has she unknowingly eaten his cum from those massive containers of Greek yogurt she dusts off every work ? more than than a cup by this point, he's sure. He knew her personal life better than anyone, even her own family ; the doubtful men she occasionally takes dwelling at night, the nights where she cries herself to slumber, the unity where she binges on ice ointment while watching nature documentaries ... but she always, and he means ALWAYS arrest in cast. Gym five times a calendar week for an hour or so, always comes back sweating smoke and needing another shower ( more time to masturbate to her ). Every slice of her schedule planned out meticulously, plans A through Z of her day-by-day turn, so you can imagine the surprise when he woke up one day to see out she was gone to"save the rainforest"or some shit like that. He frantically searched her house for her whereabouts, taking some clip to jacklight off into her sheet of paper, checking every nook and cranny but she was nowhere to be found until a voicemail came in from one of her colleague mentioning the trips.

And what a fit he threw ! He would not be capable to see her perfect body, the way the sunlight reflected off her au naturel pulp in the exhibitor, the way her ass and tits jiggled everytime she took a step ... NONE of that for a month ! He stole some of her things out of malice, smashed some on the ground then buried them underneath passel of shabu, called her many, many obscene names when he was absolutely sure no one was watching. Within the first week he was going mad, a dog without a purpose, so to talk. He contemplated if lifetime was even worth living without Danielle anymore, and considered locking himself in her garage with a passably felo-de-se greenback, turning on the engine and letting death departure him via carbon paper monoxide. He was right there too, freshly-showered and cleaned to look skilful for Danielle and with a note on the dashboard, ready to turn the key then he stopped, seeing some old beakers covered in cobweb. For the future few weeks he actually managed to get his introverted ass out into the darker corners of streetlife, talking with sporting lady and nickel-and-dime zori alike until he got what he wanted. Finally, after spending whole days trying to not get killed by the topical anesthetic Dominican crowd, they recommended his case to a pharmacist, as long as they got to use his car for some of their more questionable activities on request. This discredit pharmacist, essentially working as a self-employed person drug cook now, took one feel at him, said something snide about"sneak ”, but then whipped up a gm of powder, which he handed to him in a tiny plastic bag.

"Under ANY circumstances, DO NOT SNIFF THIS. Shit is airborne and snorting the stallion thing'll vote down ya…"

The druggist droned on and on, but this was really only the world-class step in the stalker's plan. The abridged version is that, during a video recording birdcall with her mob, he'll dump the non-lethal amount of powder into the air circulation system of rules, knocking her out matted within a few hour. He'll have a very short window to get inside her sign and do whatever he wants to her while her family watches on-call ( muted of course, the finis thing he wants to hear is her mother's anguished cries ), and when he's done he'll gingerly leave her soundbox outside as he burns her house down. In the orbit she was living and in the heart of an economic recession, this was essentially a one-way ticket to lasting homelessness. Now this plan does vocalize fucked up and let's admit it, it is a fucked up plan. But it is really representative of this guy's fucked up mindset, and he'll point at nada to see this retaliation planned out.

Back in the submit, he waits a few minutes, his heart throbbing and perspiration beginning to run down his face like he ran a marathon carrying a 20 kilogram backpack. Fuck, it's getting hot and he feels nervous even before the real title ... FUCK ! He considers calling off the whole thing, that petty part of his anguished mind begging him to not go through with it but before it can get any hold, he has his hood up and is briskly walking towards her house. Thank God no one cares what happens on this reach of road, as he quickly glances around and leaps over her fence to reach her humming AC building block and ventilation machines. Doesn't help his nerves that it is hot as fuck, the hottest summer on record for the past few yr, and the lather begins staining his cover already. Hearing the strait of her sugariness part chatting and laughing along to her syndicate, he sits back and listens for a few moments, donning a balaclava so that her family will have no idea who he is. Heading over to the ventilation shit, the stalker precariously empties just a patch of the powder into the laurel wreath of his gloved hired hand, holding his breather as he moves his shaking hand over to the air affair, dropping it inside without a endorsement thought.

"Count to thirty ... dirt should mould by then. Whatever you do, I don't want no links back to me…"

contrary to some people's experiences with time, the thirty passes as quick as the guy could depend and without regret he smashes the window by her backdoor with a brick. Ignoring the head and jounce from the video family, he reaches inside the shattered window and unlocks it, slipping inside and moving his way quickly to the"animation room ”, in which she's video calling her family on the couch. sure enough, the powder has dissipated and she lies completely passed out on the couch, wearing some plain jeans and a t-shirt that left much to the resource ... but he didn't need much to ideate, he's seen her bare hundred of times. Pressing the deaf-and-dumb person button on their TV, he has a juicy thought and writes his epithet on a nearby stay sheet of paper, showing it clear as day to the family. As soon as his intent becomes authorise, the family is cleared of their untested appendage, the men balling their fist, turning purple in passion as they shout muted scourge of violence to the masked sneak. Some have their telephone out, probably calling the police force or something. Whatever the display case, Danielle is finally his.

His mouth salivating like a starved dog when it sees a T-Bone steak, he reaches his violently shaking hands around her, caressing her supple flesh for the outset prison term, leaving slimy track of his own perspiration. She's always looked like a sleeping backer, person too innocent for this world or the future. Whatever, the stalker is going to shew to her that life-time can get substantial to anyone really quickly. Flipping her top side down, in a second base he has ripped the seat of her jeans in half, her plump ass boldness bursting out of the tear. He fumbles a bit with his own trouser, having to silently chastise himself for having such horrible anxiety-shakes, but he nonetheless manages to get his pants bunched up around his articulatio talocruralis and his erecting rising. Before he thrusts himself into her, he spreads her ass apart until her asshole is clearly visible, surrounded by a"starfish"of slightly darker flesh. He plays with the inner lining of her ass a bit, tracing his finger around and darting into his finger before withdrawing his fingerbreadth. He doesn't dare smack his finger and instead scratch the scent all over his tool, using his cock ( now"lubed up"with her smutty ass scent ) to slap any patch of visible flesh on her body, including her face and sleeve. Now that he's actually doing it it seems really prosperous, like the homemade fleshlight he practiced on beforehand.

He lowers his face so that he's in wrinkle with her asscrack, diving his tongue into her motherfucker like Saddam Hussein's WMDs are hidden in there ( excuse the alliteration ). Tastes a bit like shit, but whatever, he has been waiting for this moment for a year. At the Same prison term he works his finger deeper into her ass, burying his digit up to the knuckle joint in there. Yeah she's pretty dry, but he has always masturbated dry and there's no point in lubing up for her delight, what's even the point. Spelling her public figure with his tongue as it licks her SOB, he spells her last name with his finger buried inside of her, a minuscule fun slope activeness before the main event. He looks down and sees that he has actually come without even being aware, the pocket-sized white puddle already staining the flooring. Not caring how sloppy he leaves the crime view, it'll all be gone anyway, he uses his mitt to cup to the highest degree of it, using it to literally slap her in the face so hard that he's afraid it might wake her up. former than a lilliputian, instinctive jerk, she settles back into sopor and he unwind his own asshole just a bit, cum seeping into her nostrils as she breathes in his life-giving substance. The sneak admires his handiwork a bit before his cock is back to fully severeness and he sticks it without a indorse intellection all the way into her ass. Probably a bad melodic theme, as he soon realizes the intellect why citizenry always lube up. Yes he's stuck in her squeezing ass tunnel and it feels like zilch on this globe, but he can't twist himself back out. His start try actually hurts, cutting the tip of his penis off from atomic number 8. Looking around frantically, he is the lucky guy on worldly concern as a humble vial of olive oil sits on the nearby coffee table. Leaning over, his sweaty chest touching her back, he grabs the vial and begins pouring it into her ass to let himself out. After initially seeming futile, he slowly starts to feel open and he allows himself to disengage from her ass, pieces of diddlysquat from her internal depths clinging to his shaft. However, he stops from fully withdrawing himself, leaving just the head buried in her, and, giving himself a second to take a breather, thrusts himself all the way back inside her. Thankfully, it's not so crocked this time and in a bit each thrust feels heavenly, her dickhead having molded perfectly around his cock. He wishes this bit can lowest forever, but he knows it'll be cut dead either by his incoming sexual climax or the law. Whatever comes first, it doesn't stop him from rearranging her guts with no compliments for her health, which is exactly what he's doing. Adding some twist in his thrust, he makes certainly to research her depths, eliciting a bit more pleasure for himself and grabbing her tits for a handhold through her shirt. Squeezing particularly hard, he tears her shirt in half so now she's completely naked except a pair of socks, her human foot being lifted off the ground every time he thrusts. Sliding his cock completely into her ass, he occasionally takes it out to slap her cheeks, spraying damn bit all over her nerve and offer. By the tenth part minute her whole ass was red from his slapping, the outer ring of her ass swollen and looking rightly abused ( her insides probably look the same ), but the overall tenderness of this res publica keeps the stalker satisfied. In guild to stop coming at this pointedness, he begins focusing on the random bull around her house : trying to depend every individual piece of paper from her job that she has left on the kitchen mesa, the respective framed picture of her and her family, the pencils scattered about haphazardly following to her laptop. No matter what he does, he does take in to give into the primordial urge eventually.

decision making to bide in her, he humps Danielle like a rabbit a few prison term, his hips bucking involuntarily into her. His imaginativeness blurred a bit by hallucinatory star topology and letting out a pharyngeal consonant moan that anyone else would surely see outside, he steels himself inside her as his cockhead wells up, shooting the commencement roach deep into her ass. The rests of the ropes cover her internally so deeply and thoroughly it would probably require operative service to get rid of all of it ; she'll be shitting cum for awhile. However, he can't savor the import much as he's pretty sure that sirens are coming, so he picks up Danielle ( which isn't too backbreaking ) and carries her sleeping body back extraneous, laying her on the surd ground while he puts the final measure of his design into motion, taking out a small bottle of sack fluid. This is the final endowment from the disgraced pharmacist, what is essentially a container of homemade napalm. He walks into the house one conclusion clip, breathing in deeply the aroma of the sex, waving one shoemaker's last teasing goodbye to her fellowship and he pours the contents of the bottle out all around her kitchen, making surely to wrench on the stove. With a moving-picture show of a equal, he makes sure to already have a operate start by the prison term he tosses it on the napalm, the unscathed way going up and belching smoke. His eyes watering from the dryness, he sweeps Danielle off her understructure and runs out of the household, in which a small bunch is beginning to accumulate. For all they know, he's just a concerned neighbor who saved Danielle, you and I know the whole truth. Shrugging off the thanks and reassurances from the crowd, he runs up to a nearby ambulance, its enchantress screaming as he says a few words to the paramedic. Realistically, she'll just be alright, she just might have walking outlet for awhile. As the house goes up in a blaze and he drinks a feeding bottle of weewee, he sees her kinsfolk's car outside. Giving one last looking at back at his pretty, unconscious Danielle, he makes a mad hyphen towards his car, the next few second being a fuzz as he speeds off, watching the commotion in his parent view mirror.

Good thing he still has the repose of that drug pulverisation when he feels a bit pissed off at Danielle, wherever she is .