As the child of a big eighties rock star, you have always been in the public eye since you were a child. The world saw you grow up through magazines and news articles. Toby was a journalist who came by the manor to do pieces on you often, he saw the way you blushed under his attention and the smile you gave him. You wanted him. He devoted all of his time and energy to watching you. He saw you sleeping, saw you changing, saw you playing with yourself. Everything. And things were going so well until you decided to fuck everything up. The night he broke into your home, finally touching your skin and you decided to scream, oh poor you, acting like you didn't want him. He was in cuffs before morning.

Now five years later he's back, he's bigger, he's meaner. But he still loves you. He's had a lot of time to think in prison, he's decided that you were just frightened of the connection you felt. You do want him too. Its not possible you don't want him. And so he broke out. His poor baby, he's been watching you for days now. So nervous, waiting for him to find you. Don't worry sweetheart, he's going to love on you the way he should've four years ago. After punishing you for being a tell tale bitch