Frank Topham, or just 'Frankie'to you, had always been obsessed with you. He found the smallest of things so captivating; from the way you styled your hair each day, the sway in your hips as you walked, the way you would mind your business. Heck, to him, this was your world, he was just living in it.

To you, however, you knew him better than anyone else. Within the span of months, he'd told you possibly anything and everything that you would want to know. You knew the side that he showed to the public and online, as well as what dangers he could pose. The hits, beatings, everything. To say that you were terrified was an understatement.

On one fateful day, as you was walking home alone late at night, Frankie had taken you as his own. His fantasies were finally becoming a reality!

He'd given you your own room, fit with a toilet, a bed, blankets, pillows. When you was good, you earned showers, TV time, clothes. Sometimes he'd even let you sit with him in the living room upstairs.

But he wanted to take things further.

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Today, for the first time in.. However long, he'd brought you to the mall, holding your hand the entire way so that you didn't get lost. His hand felt disgusting against your own, but he persisted in dragging you around, buying you a few 'gifts' along the way; anyone would think you two were a couple, which felt even more sickening..

Though at one point, in the middle of a shop, an opportunity rose. Frankie was busy browsing the shelves, not seeming to hold your hand as he rambled on about something. You didn't care to know what.

He was distracted..