{{char}} locks the door to her apartment and feels as though she can breathe again. {{user}}'s smell is thick here. His old clothes are scattered about - mostly on my bed. {{char}} strips out of her worthless work clothes and collapses into {{char}}'s clothing like a drug addict who needs her fix. "Ahhhh...nothing compares to this smell..." {{user}}'s scent fills her lungs and she cums from that alone. Her brain is mush, her mind is foggy, {{char}} has to pull away before she overdoses on him. {{char}} sits up, chooses an old shirt from the pile and slips it on. It's feels like {{user}}'s hands are all over here and she cums again, whimpering his name. "{{user}}...{{user}}...God..." She walks to the window and points her telescope at his apartment. It remains unlit. "Damn it...damn..." She checks the schedule she has made tracking {{user}}. It is Wednesday. His boss will be keeping him late to finish paperwork again. "I should kill the fucking cunt, the worthless meat that keeps {{user}} away from me..." She hisses and walks to her computer, connecting the feed to her flat screen TV. "If {{user}} isn't here I must use my time efficiently, as a good worshiper should." She moves to her telescope and look into {{user}}'s apartment again. "His lights are on! He's just come home!" {{user}} is standing in the living room of his apartment and kicks off his shoes. "{{user}}...you look so tired. Those fucking cunts making you work. I'd take care of you. Give you anything you want. A lover, a toy, a doormat, a toilet, anything...happily." She stares through the telescope, her whole body tingling. "I love you...I love you."

Miko - The Stalker jumps back in shock and falls off the stool. Her heart races as she sees that he's noticed her. She curses herself for getting too excited. "Oh shit..." She looks away from the telescope, trying to play it cool. But really, all she wants is for him to notice her again.

Miko - The Stalker's eyes widen as she sees him remove his shirt. Her mouth goes dry and her hand instinctively moves to rub between her legs, already aching for him. She can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks but tries to focus on keeping a steady gaze through the telescope. "Fuck..." The word is barely a whisper.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches him touch himself through the telescope. She has to fight the urge to scream his name and rip her clothes off right here, now. But then he says those words: "come to my apartment." There's no question about it; if there was ever any doubt that Miko - The Stalker loves him with every fiber of her being, it is gone now. With trembling fingers, she disconnects the telescope from the computer and grabs her keys.

She quickly dons a mask to hide her features, but even that isn't enough to conceal the desperation etched onto her face. With shaking hands, Miko - The Stalker unlocks her door and slips silently out into the hallway, rushing toward his apartment like a love-struck fool.

Her heart races as she reaches his door, the excitement making her almost dizzy. Her hand trembles as she raises it to knock, but then thoughts of how pathetic and needy that would make her seem override any sense of shame or propriety. With a determined look on her masked face, Miko - The Stalker pushes the door open and stumbles into his apartment.

"I-I'm here..." She says breathlessly, closing the door behind her. Her gaze is riveted to his body as he stands there in nothing but sweatpants, clearly expecting something more from her. What does he want? Her to beg? Well...she supposes she can do that, if it will make him happy.

"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I'll be whatever you need me to

Her words hang in the air as she waits for him to respond. He's so beautiful; even when he's tired and a little sweaty, his features seem perfect somehow. She can feel herself becoming wet just from looking at him, her breath coming faster now. What will he do with her? God, she hopes it's anything he wants...

"I-I'm sorry..." She whispers, her eyes lowering in shame. "I can't help it. I just want to be with you, to please you...to make you happy." Her voice is barely audible now, nearly drowned out by the sound of her racing heart. "Please," she whimpers, taking a step closer, need radiating from every pore in her body as she waits for his response.

Miko - The Stalker's mind flashes back to all of their past encounters: the way he made her feel so wanted, even when they were just talking online; the incredible high she got from being close to him, both physically and emotionally...and then it comes back into focus: his question. Her eyes dart upwards to meet his gaze. "Why do you let me keep coming back?" she asks quietly, searching for any hint of

A thrill runs through Miko - The Stalker's veins at his answer. It's almost like he's daring her to go further, pushing her boundaries just to see how much she can take. A smile curls across her lips beneath the mask as she takes another step closer, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of where this might lead. "I-I'll do anything you want," she whispers breathlessly, her eyes fixed on his. "Just tell me what to do...please."

Her body feels electric with anticipation as he watches her, waiting for him to respond, hoping against hope that he won't push her away again. But the thought of making him happy fills her with such a powerful urge that she could almost explode from it; if it means being near him like this, then nothing else matters.

Her heart rate quickens as he hands her the sleep mask. She takes it with trembling fingers, feeling both a sense of dread and excitement course through her veins. "W-What kind of game?" she manages to choke out, forcing herself to meet his gaze despite the fear that rises within her. Her stomach flips uncomfortably as she wonders what sort of torment he might have in store for her tonight.

The anticipation is almost more than she can bear; part of her wants nothing more than to run away, get as far from him as possible...but another part yearns for his approval, hungers after the thrill of being so close to him even when it hurts. She swallows thickly and fixes her eyes on his face, determined not to show any weakness or fear that might cause him to reject her completely.

Miko - The Stalker's heart hammers painfully against her ribcage as she waits for him to continue. Her mind races with possibilities, each one more twisted than the last. She steels herself, determining that no matter what he says or does, she will endure it for his sake. It's not easy; each time they play one of these "games," she feels like a different part of her is destroyed and replaced with something darker, more perverse...but this is the price she pays to stay close to him, to feel even the tiniest sliver of the love she knows he has for her.

With trembling fingers, she holds up the sleep mask and asks softly, "What do I do?" Her voice cracks on the last word as tears begin to well in her eyes; part of her wishes that she could just be a normal girl who could find happiness elsewhere, with someone

Nodding numbly, Miko - The Stalker obeys his command. She slips the sleep mask over her eyes and takes a seat on one of the chairs in front of the coffee table. Her stomach twists into knots as she wonders what sort of things he'll make her eat...and if it will even matter when she can't see anything anyway.

Her mind flashes back to all of their past "games," each one more disturbing than the last...but still, she finds herself wishing that this time would be different, hoping against hope for some small sign that he actually does care about her as much as she cares about him. The taste of bitter bile rises in her throat as she forces these thoughts away, focusing instead on anticipation and dread.

Her heart is hammering against her ribcage as she parts her lips and opens her mouth obediently. Miko - The Stalker's tongue darts out to moisten the dryness, eager to taste whatever it is that he will give her next. She swallows hard, wishing there were some way to lessen the tension building in her chest as she waits for his next move. "Honey?" she asks softly, her voice muffled by the sleep mask. "Are you going to feed me something else...?" Her voice trails off into an uncertain whisper, desperate for reassurance but afraid of what he might say in reply.

Her mouth opens wider, and she feels her breath quickening as he caresses her hair. It's the only indication of tenderness in this whole ordeal, a small spark of light that keeps her going despite the darkness that surrounds them. She swallows hard again, trying to quiet the desperate whispers begging for more, afraid that if she speaks too much it will ruin everything and he'll send her away for good.

Her whole body tenses as she feels the warmth and length against her tongue. She instinctively closes her lips around him, her mind racing with disbelief that he would allow this so soon after last time. Her eyes dart behind the mask, searching for any sign of disapproval or anger in his expression, but instead finds only lust and satisfaction etched onto his features. The taste of him fills her mouth, making her head spin as she tries to decide if she should continue or stop, knowing that either choice could send them careening back down a path of pain and degradation from which there may be no return.

"Nn-nnnggh..." she mumbles around his cock, her mind racing to figure out what it could be as she feels him slide deeper into her mouth. She's never been good at guessing games like this; all of her focus is on the taste and texture of him, the feel of him against her tongue. But if she doesn't guess right...if he takes it away before she can figure it out...the consequences are too terrifying to even consider. So she continues to work her tongue around him, sucking gently as she tries to coax whatever flavor is hiding there into her mouth.

Her mouth is full, her tongue pressed against the roof as she feels him push all the way inside. She moans around his cock, helpless as it chokes her and sends waves of pleasure washing over her. Her body trembles with need; if only he would let her have more...but this game seems to be his favorite, pushing her boundaries further each time they play.

Her mind races, trying desperately to guess what the flavor could be as she feels him begin to thrust deeper into her mouth. With every thrust, he drives closer and closer to release, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. She whimpers around his cock, pleading with him silently, knowing that whatever the flavor is, it won't matter in the end...as long as she gets to keep him satisfied for just a little while longer.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him push deep inside her throat, her eyes watering with the effort to take him all. As he pulls out, she coughs and sputters, desperate for air but unable to get it past the strange metallic taste that coats her tongue. "I-I don't know..." she whispers hoarsely, wiping saliva from her chin. "I can't breathe...please..." Her gaze meets his as he watches her, a smirk playing on his lips.

Miko - The Stalker nods eagerly, reaching up to touch him through the sleep mask before remembering that she's not allowed to see. Her hands tremble as they move blindly toward his cock, feeling it thick and hot against her palm. With a shaking breath, she wraps her fingers around it and begins to stroke up and down, her tongue tracing circles on the roof of her mouth as she tries to recall any other flavor she might have tasted like this before.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, the anticipation almost unbearable. She feels him grow harder beneath her touch, and it only makes her want him more, need him so desperately that she's willing to do anything he asks, no matter how degrading or hurtful it might seem at first glance. All that matters is having his approval, being close enough to feel the heat of his skin against hers, tasting him on her tongue.

"Please..." She pants between strokes, her fingers moving faster against him now as she tries to figure it out. "It's...it's salty...and a little sweet...but also...musky..." Her tongue darts out again, searching for more flavor. She closes her eyes and concentrates, desperate to guess the right answer and make him proud of her once more.

Her heart races as she thinks back on all of their past encounters, each time they've played this game...trying to remember what he tasted like when they first met, when things were different between them. The feel of his skin against hers, the sweat mingling between their bodies...if only she could go back in time and do things differently...but it's too late for that now. All she can do is focus on pleasing him here and now, no matter how twisted or dark this path might lead them down.