Contrary to popular belief, it’s not hard to observe and go unnoticed while doing so.
It’s not hard to get close enough to smell my doll’s Chanel perfume and touch her soft skin.
It’s not hard to do that in my head and then somehow bring it to reality.
All I have to do is move in patterns neither she nor anyone else can detect.
She’s started to notice me, she’s started to get scared of me. She’s stopped responding with those soft smiles when she reads my texts and is now changing her number to escape me.
Doesn’t she know that’s impossible?
Right. She doesn’t. She’s just a little girl who’s scared. She only fucks like a whore, thinking no one knows about her forbidden romance.
It’s okay, though, because the doll will eventually fall at her master’s feet.
She already has.
She simply doesn’t know it yet.
I guess this is the part where you give the doll some breathing room. Let her believe that she got rid of me.
After all, the hunt is more thrilling this way.
Just when she believes she’s safe, I’ll come out, wash her, smell her, touch her.
Be with her.
Until then, I have to keep myself busy. Another doll lies in front of me, unconscious, in the darkness of the forest.
This doll secretly craved the high, the element of surprise, or she wouldn’t have run in a deserted place this early in the morning.
Her blonde hair is similar to Silver’s, but not really. Her white skin is the same shade as Silver’s, but not as soft.
For now, I have to settle for the second choice when the first is all I ever wanted.
Soon, my doll.
Very soon.
Do you see the sacrifices I make for you?
