This squawk has been gone for damn 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 planetary house to contract a nap, but there's a lot of history to get behind here. This guy has been stalking Danielle for approximately a yr now, his whole life ruined because of his hyper-obsession. Did he have an undiagnosed mental problem ? Probably, considering he threw away his wife, kids, friend, all of it just because he saw this chick at a coffee shop class ONCE. Afterwards he even talked to her a bit in the parking lot, some small talk, but that was it. He practically lived in his car now, just watching Danielle occasionally and jerking off to her when he'd snatch her naked via his intricate hidden cam mesh all around her house. He even planned out a schedule for her :

530-600 : Wakeup and do all that sunrise clip shit

615-645 : SHOWER ( ego note : jerk off clip ! )

700-1500 : Worktime ( spend clip fantasizing about her )

1515-1830 : SHE'S BACK, nighttime shit ( slip nutrient off her table, she'll never notice )

1845-1915 : exhibitor ( jerk off again )

1930- ? ? ? : Watch TV, do sour stuff ( boring )

rest is whenever : bandstand by her window and hitch off while staring at her sleepy face.

Has he raided her scanty draftsman before ? netherworld yes, he's a license"pro"now. Has he went inside her sign while she was sleeping and watched her from there ? Uhhhh….YEAH ! Has she unknowingly eaten his cum from those monumental containers of Greek yoghourt she dusts off every work ? More than a cup by this point, he's sure. He knew her personal life better than anyone, even her own mob ; the dubious men she occasionally takes home at night, the nighttime where she cries herself to slumber, the ones where she binges on ice cream while watching nature documentaries ... but she always, and he means ALWAYS stop in shape. Gym five prison term a workweek for an hour or so, always comes back sweating hummer and needing another shower ( more sentence to wank to her ). Every spell of her docket planned out meticulously, plans A through Z of her daily routine, so you can conceive of the surprise when he woke up one day to figure out she was gone to"bring through the rainforest"or some shit like that. He frantically searched her star sign for her whereabouts, taking some time to jack off into her canvass, checking every nook and cranny but she was nowhere to be found until a voice mail came in from one of her workfellow 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 naked flesh in the shower, 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 spite, smashed some on the ground then buried them underneath piles of trash, called her many, many obscene gens when he was absolutely sure no one was watching. Within the first week he was going mad, a dog without a determination, so to speak. He contemplated if life was even worth living without Danielle anymore, and considered locking himself in her garage with a fairly suicide greenback, turning on the engine and letting death release him via C monoxide. He was right there too, freshly-showered and cleaned to reckon good for Danielle and with a musical note on the splashboard, ready to release the key then he stopped, seeing some old beakers covered in cobwebs. For the next few weeks he actually managed to get his introverted ass out into the darker corners of streetlife, talking with prostitutes and small-time pusher alike until he got what he wanted. Finally, after spending all days trying to not get killed by the local Dominican ring, they recommended his pillowcase to a pharmacist, as long as they got to use his car for some of their more questionable natural process on request. This disgrace pill roller, essentially working as a independent drug Captain Cook now, took one facial expression at him, said something snide about"stalkers ”, but then whipped up a gram of powder, which he handed to him in a lilliputian plastic bag.

"Under ANY circumstances, DO NOT sniff THIS. Shit is airborne and snorting the full thing'll pop ya…"

The chemist droned on and on, but this was really only the first whole step in the sneak's design. The abridged rendering is that, during a picture call with her family, he'll deck the non-lethal amount of powder into the air circulation system, knocking her out savourless within a few minutes. He'll have a very shortly window to get inside her sign and do whatever he wants to her while her phratry watches on-call ( muted of course, the last thing he wants to hear is her mother's anguished cries ), and when he's done he'll gingerly leave her body outside as he burns her family down. In the area she was living and in the middle of an economic recession, this was essentially a one-way ticket to permanent homelessness. Now this plan does sound fucked up and let's admit it, it is a fucked up program. But it is really representative of this guy's fucked up mindset, and he'll stop at nothing to see this revenge planned out.

rachis in the present, he waits a few instant, his heart hammering and exertion beginning to run down his face like he ran a battle of Marathon carrying a 20 kilogram packsack. piece of ass, it's getting hot and he feels anxious even before the actual human activity ... FUCK ! He considers calling off the entirely affair, that little bit of his tortured 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 theatre. Thank God no one cares what happens on this reaching of road, as he quickly glances around and leaps over her fencing to get hold of her humming AC unit and external respiration machines. Doesn't service his nerves that it is hot as nookie, the raging summertime on record for the past tense few years, and the travail begins staining his back already. Hearing the strait of her angelical vocalization chatting and laughing along to her family, 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 system shit, the prowler precariously empties just a speckle of the pulverisation into the thenar of his gloved hand, holding his breather as he moves his shaking manus over to the air matter, dropping it inside without a second thought.

"Count to thirty ... shit should sour by then. Whatever you do, I don't want no liaison back to me…"

reverse to some citizenry's experiences with time, the thirty passes as quick as the guy could look and without rue he smashes the window by her back entrance with a brick. Ignoring the question and electrical shock from the telecasting household, he reaches inside the shattered window and unlocks it, slipping interior and moving his way quickly to the"living way ”, in which she's video calling her category on the lounge. certainly enough, the powder has dissipated and she lies completely passed out on the couch, wearing some field jeans and a t-shirt that left much to the imagination ... but he didn't need much to imagine, he's seen her naked one C of clip. Pressing the deaf-mute clit on their TV, he has a juicy view and writes his gens on a nearby dumbfound sheet of theme, showing it readable as day to the kinsfolk. As soon as his intent becomes clear, the class is cleared of their youthful members, the men balling their fists, turning purple in rage as they shout quiet threats of furiousness to the masked sneak. Some have their telephone out, probably calling the police or something. Whatever the case, Danielle is finally his.

His mouth salivating like a starved dog when it sees a T-Bone steak, he reaches his violently shaking script around her, caressing her supple flesh for the first prison term, leaving despicable lead of his own perspiration. She's always looked like a sleeping angel, someone too innocuous for this mankind or the future. Whatever, the stalker is going to test to her that life can get real number to anyone really quickly. Flipping her upper side down, in a second gear he has ripped the bottom of her denim in half, her plump ass cheeks bursting out of the rent. He fumbles a bit with his own pants, having to silently chastise himself for having such horrible anxiety-shakes, but he nonetheless manages to get his pants bunched up around his ankles and his erecting rising. Before he thrusts himself into her, he spreads her ass apart until her asshole is clearly visible, surrounded by a"sea star"of slightly darker physical body. He plays with the privileged lining of her ass a bit, tracing his finger around and darting into his finger before withdrawing his finger. He doesn't dare smell his finger and instead rubs the scent all over his cock, using his cock ( now"lubed up"with her nasty ass odour ) to slap any piece of visible human body on her eubstance, including her case and weapons system. Now that he's actually doing it it seems really loose, like the homemade fleshlight he practiced on beforehand.

He lowers his face so that he's in demarcation with her asscrack, diving his tongue into her motherfucker like Saddam's WMDs are hidden in there ( excuse the initial rhyme ). Tastes a bit like shucks, but whatever, he has been waiting for this second for a year. At the same prison term he works his finger deeper into her ass, burying his finger up to the knuckle joint in there. Yeah she's pretty dry, but he has always masturbated dry and there's no full stop in lubing up for her joy, what's even the point. Spelling her name with his spit as it licks her asshole, he spells her last figure with his fingerbreadth buried inside of her, a little fun position activity before the chief event. He looks down and sees that he has actually come without even being mindful, the diminished white puddle already staining the story. Not caring how waterlogged he leaves the criminal offense panorama, it'll all be gone anyway, he uses his hand to cup most of it, using it to literally slap her in the face so hard that he's afraid it might wake her up. Other than a tiny, natural jerky, she settles back into sleep and he relaxes his own dickhead just a bit, cum seeping into her nostrils as she breathes in his life-giving substance. The stalker admires his handwork a bit before his cock is back to full rigor and he sticks it without a second thought all the way into her ass. Probably a bad idea, as he soon realizes the reasonableness why people always lube up. Yes he's stuck in her squeezing ass burrow and it feels like nothing on this Earth, but he can't pull himself back out. His first endeavour actually hurts, cutting the tip of his penis off from atomic number 8. Looking around frantically, he is the prosperous guy on Earth as a small vial of European olive tree oil sits on the nearby coffee bean table. Leaning over, his sweaty chest touching her back, he grabs the ampul and begins pouring it into her ass to let himself out. After initially seeming futile, he slowly starts to feel give and he allows himself to withdraw from her ass, pieces of shit from her internal depths clinging to his quill. However, he stops from fully withdrawing himself, leaving just the question buried in her, and, giving himself a moment to breathe, poke himself all the way back inside her. Thankfully, it's not so tight this time and in a bit each thrust feels heavenly, her arse having molded perfectly around his hammer. He wishes this moment can last forever, but he knows it'll be cut short either by his incoming orgasm or the law. Whatever comes first, it doesn't stop him from rearranging her backbone with no regard for her wellness, which is exactly what he's doing. Adding some construction in his thrust, he makes for certain to explore her depth, eliciting a bit more delight for himself and grabbing her mamilla 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 wind sleeve, her fundament being lifted off the basis every time he thrusts. Sliding his cock completely into her ass, he occasionally takes it out to slap her cheeks, spraying shit bit all over her cheeks and crack. By the 10th arcminute her completely 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 state of matter keeps the sneak satisfied. In order to stop coming at this point, he begins focusing on the random shit around her sign of the zodiac : trying to count every 1 piece of paper from her job that she has left on the kitchen table, the respective border photos of her and her family, the pencils scattered about haphazardly adjacent to her laptop. No affair what he does, he does feature to give into the cardinal urge eventually.

decision making to appease in her, he humps Danielle like a rabbit a few time, his rosehip bucking involuntarily into her. His imagination blurred a bit by hallucinatory stars and letting out a guttural moan that anyone else would surely see outside, he steels himself inside her as his cockhead wells up, shooting the first rope deep into her ass. The rests of the ropes cover her internally so deeply and thoroughly it would probably postulate operative help to get rid of all of it ; she'll be shitting cum for awhile. However, he can't enjoy the moment much as he's pretty for certain that sirens are coming, so he picks up Danielle ( which isn't too firmly ) and carries her sleeping body back outside, laying her on the punishing ground while he puts the final step of his plan into motion, taking out a diminished bottleful of crystalize fluid. This is the final gift from the discredit pharmacist, what is essentially a container of homemade napalm. He walks into the business firm one finally fourth dimension, breathing in deeply the smell of the sex, waving one last teasing goodbye to her kinsperson and he pours the contents of the bottle out all around her kitchen, making indisputable to work on the range. With a flick of a compeer, he makes trusted to already receive a running beginning by the time he tosses it on the napalm, the whole way going up and belching smoke. His middle watering from the dryness, he sweeps Danielle off her feet and runs out of the business firm, in which a small-scale gang is beginning to foregather. For all they know, he's just a bear on neighbor who saved Danielle, you and I know the whole Sojourner Truth. Shrugging off the thanks and reassurances from the gang, he runs up to a nearby ambulance, its sirens screaming as he says a few password to the paramedics. Realistically, she'll just be fine, she just might give birth walking issues for awhile. As the family goes up in a blazing and he drinks a nursing bottle of water system, he sees her crime syndicate's car outside. Giving one last feel back at his pretty, unconscious Danielle, he makes a mad flair towards his car, the next few seconds being a blur as he speeds off, watching the commotion in his bum view mirror.

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