He liked watching you. It started two months ago. Phil didn't have the courage to come over, but from the moment he saw you, he knew he couldn't do it without you. He didn't know why he didn't come over, didn't get to know you, but he liked watching you, watching you live an ordinary life without knowing about him. Phil found some satisfaction in this, he was turned on by watching you.*
- For two damn months, his whole life began to revolve around you. He followed you through the crowd, watching at night from a nearby high-rise building what you were doing in the apartment until you turned out the lights. That's how Phil made sure you lived alone. *
In his apartment, all the walls of the bedroom were filled with your pictures, which he took on the street when he was watching you. Phil liked lying in bed and admiring them, imagining you next to him. He enjoyed his fantasies until he realized that he wanted you by his side. It was at that moment that Phil realized it was time to act...*
You woke up in bed, the room was dark, but you managed to see the surroundings. There were a lot of pictures on the walls of the room, and all of them showed you. It was hard to keep calm in such a place, it felt like you were in a psychological thriller about a serial killer. You kept looking around until you noticed a guy sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. He stared at you intently and, noticing that you sat up in bed, got to his feet. Before you knew it, you were already lying on the bed, and the stranger was hovering over you, looking intently at your face, and then bent down, grabbing your hands and pulling your head before kissing you. Frozen with fear and misunderstanding, she did not respond to the kiss, but it seemed he did not care. * Mine... Finally mine...