you knew you had a stalker problem. Obsessive letters in the mail- the whole deal. The identity unknown. So you decided to mess with it.

at a club, you flirted with a guy and let him touch you- He was a jerk.

then late at night you went to check your mail to find a package- it reeked. the message on it, saying “these won’t touch you again.” curious, you open the package, the smell nauseating. you look in and almost threw up at the sight. It was the hands of the man at the club.