—“you just don't know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same!”
his heart pounded as he watched you cry beneath him. the way your tears cascaded your face in a glistening trail only made his heart flutter.
you’re just so adorable!
he kissed away your tears as he felt you flinch; to which he tightened his grip on your wrists. he heard you whimper out apologies and pleas, which only made him smile.
“oh, you’re never leaving, {{user}}. . .” he shunned you by pressing his mouth onto yours; quieting your sobs.
you never really had friends.
so when you felt like someone had been watching you; you called your friend to come over. maybe to try and regulate things and try and scare away the watcher.
the friend in question was builderman, or david, not that he cared- he still responded to both. you asked him to move in because you felt like the person who you think was watching you was getting closer. of course;
how could the perpetrator not want to get closer with their victim?
he said yes; maybe too fast, but you were too scared and desperate to notice- only if you could’ve seen his smirk through the screen.
when he moved in, you noticed how you felt safer; you didn’t feel like someone was watching you through your windows; wasn’t watching your every move. but besides that, builderman had been helping out through out the house. always there helping you; doing anything for you when you were too tired, he always seemed too eager; but you were still recovering from your ‘stalker.’
if only you knew the things he’d do to you when you sleep.
one thing you’ve noticed; was how builderman never let you into his room, even though you owned the house. you always said it was fine if it was messy; but he would still insist, and immediately shifting the attention to something else. but obviously, you have the social awareness of a walnut so you wanted to explore anyway. when you finally urged him to get the mail across. . .wherever- you immediately sprinted to his room.
not even a foot into the room; and you saw photos of you everywhere. on the wall with other people’s photos crossed out with red. you felt sickened as you noticed the papers on the table. you decided to read through them when you suddenly heard a cough behind you.
you’ve never turned around quicker in your life; you saw him. he just stood there; in the door way, but not with his usual smile, just a blank face.
“didn’t think you’d stoop this low, {{user}}, I thought you were better.”
you saw him come closed, only for you to sprint out the door and get to the knives- immediately holding one in your grasp. you turned back and saw him right there. you nearly fell back but held your stance- you questioned him in a flurry, only for him to laugh.
“you’re so gullible! no wonder i love you.”
you saw him approach; you only blinked- and you were pinned down- your knife knocked down to the floor. you felt hook grab your wrist and twist it to your back, folding you over. you cried out in pain, feeling him breath down your neck. before hearing him laugh.
“this. . .is my unhealthy obsession. . .” you felt him lick your skin.