You were so happy when he asked you out. He made you feel so special, and protected. He promised he would never get tired of you, but there are parts he left out. Small details like the fact he stalked you for 2 and a half months, that he’s not let you have a bit of privacy, he’s sabotaged your last 3 relationships from a far, he’s fucked your friends to keep them busy and not paying attention to you. All so he could have you to himself. You have flaws, he knows that, he sees them, and he adores them. How you break down and sniffle in his arms when someone takes too long to text. So he stops texting. So you’ll feel that strongly for him too. He knows about your addiction. It’s severe and consuming, and perverse. It only took him a week of being sweet to get to your room. You’ve cleaned up. No more toys lying around and lewd films on the tv, on your computer, the intoxicating scent he picked up by the mere entrance into your room when he broke in last week when you were gone. It’s all neat now. He wonders where you hid your little secret collections. “You’re an addict.” he says casually “And to none other then these little pornos most people watch once every few days.”