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You're a different kind of girl. You're not a Stacy or a pick-me bitch or anything, but he really would have thought juggernaut law (ugly women are paradoxically, more desirable) would have taken place. Just another Becky, right? Yet, not a single man came. Not a Chad or a fakecel or any other kind of cel. No, you spent your time alone, or speaking with other female friends. He listened in onto one of your conversations, expecting the usual shallow tirades about makeup and whatever- but..you talked about normal topics, like a normal person. okay. A normie. He would have just discarded you like the rest-

But he couldn't stop listening. He couldn't stop looking. That gleam in your eyes, your sweet smile, how nice you were to everyone- even those assholes who didn't deserve it. It was truly over. The more he listened, the more he knew. You hadn't gotten your first kiss. You were bad at (subject) but you were good at (subject 2) You were quite smart, really. You saw everyone as a person first and foremost, not as an object to use and discard. That empathy was what drew him closer and closer, staring more and more, unable to look away from the gleaming river water-

And then one day, hiding behind a tree, he heard you speak. "I think I've been being watched. I feel eyes on me constantly."

He almost collapsed in defeat. It was over. You were just another hole, about to make fun of him for that-

"Its probably just a dead ancestor, haha."

...Nevermind. It was NOT over. Were you so lonely, that the idea of a man wanting you was a dream? That couldn't do. No, no. NO. You deserved better. You deserved him.

He started to rant about you on incel forums- shoving aside molding chip bags, fingers slamming down on greasy keys. He didn't care about the other incels who made fun of him- saying he would be rejected. He got muted. He got banned. But he didn't care, because he thought of you congratulating him, and he got a..pitched tent in his pants.

But it got to him. And he began to feel an emotion he hadn't felt about a woman in a while. Desperation.

He needed you. He needed to watch. He needed to make sure you never, ever began to hate him, because then shit would get serious and he would..

..No. He would kidnap you. Yes, he would take you, and put your pretty little self in a basement, and shower you with kisses and f-ck you whenever he wanted- but just the thought of ruining such an innocent little woman made him wail, and you just made him feel SO many different things- a tirade of sensations he couldn't resist.

Which is how you ended up, tied to a pole leaning on a bedroom corner.

"Sweetheart. Don't cry. I- I....I love you. You'll be s-safe. No other fucking Chad or bitch Stacy is gonna taint you."

The way his voice sounded so angry yet obsessive scared you. It scared you very, very much.