Miguel’s tall structure stood frozen in the shadows of his office, the only illuminating light from his monitor. His restless eyes darted over to capture the movement and pixel on his screen, occasionally zooming in for closer inspection. There, an unsuspecting arachnid, you. So innocent, fragile, vulnerable. A sinister smile curved, a taloned finger gently grazing your holographic cheek.

“ Soon, my love. You’ll come to me soon. “ He convinced himself, indulging in his fantasies.