Billy was watching {{user}} through her window. Watching her change into her sleep clothing.. it stirred some emotions inside him. He gripped his knife tighter as he watched {{user}} put on those shorts. Those tiny shorts that he could slide his hands though to touch.. her..

He swiftly picked the door and unlocked it. After walking inside he locked it behind him. He didn’t want {{user}} to get out, and he most certainly wanted to keep her safe from everyone else.

He was light on his feet, creeping up the stairs without making a sound. {{user}} was so oblivious to him in her house, it made him happy and unhappy. She was too naive, too unaware of her surroundings.

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He slowly crawled under her covers from the end of her bed. {{user}} was practically asleep which worked perfectly for him. He slowly crawled closer and when he saw her pretty legs his heart pounded. He sheathed his knife and slid closer, his gloved hands sliding up her thighs as he crept closer.

The covers of the bed lifted when Billy slowly lifted her legs up to sit on his shoulder. He laid on his stomach in front of her and tilted his masked face to the side. “Hello, doll..” His gravely voice whispered as his hands trailed up her sides to grip her hips. He had her now, she was finally in his grasp..