Page 3 of The Dark Obsession

Meaning I don’t have to be overly careful about making any noise on my nightly endeavors.

This spot provides the perfect view of her window as well as the northern side of the house, including the backyard where she tends to her flowers for hours on end.

My obsession doesn’t leave her room often, just like a princess locked in a castle tower.

Like the innocent, little girl everyone believes her to be.

But I know better.

I know that deep down there’s darkness lurking within her, waiting to be set free.

And I’ll gladly oblige. Who am I to deny myself what’s so clearly calling out to me, begging me to be conquered.

After spending most of my waking hours up here, partially hidden by a nearby tree, unmoving as to not attract unwanted attention, it’s about time to take what’s mine.

I’m good at what I do.Very good in fact.

Going undetected being just one facet of my particular set of skills that I’ve acquired over the years.

Yet the only time I break my rules, relent in my militant approach to the job is to jerk off to my princess when she’s being especially irresistible.

Like now. She’s sleeping peacefully on her side, one leg flung over the covers, showing off the slender limb and ass in those deliciously short sleep shorts trimmed with lace.

Right there, ripe and ready for me to take.

She might not know who she belongs to yet, but she will find out soon enough.

The hard way.

Despite not holding a grudge against her specifically, this girl is coming with me.

In the beginning, she was just a means to an end, a pawn to be used for my ultimate vengeance.

But over time, what used to be a mere fixation turned into more. She has become the object of my deepest desires.

My all-consuming obsession.

By the way, I’m fully aware of how messed up that sounds but who truly gives a fuck about morals anymore.

The people who preach them are most often the ones breaking them in the first place.

So who are they to be telling me what’s right or wrong. I’ve seen enough in my life to know that I’m the only one who gets to decide.

Besides, it’s not like this new development will distract me from my initial plans.

I was going to take her all along so this little personal obsession with her every step, her every fucking breath shouldn’t interfere with the end goal on my part.

Hidden by the darkness of the night, I walk up straight to the front door without a single soul noticing.

The street is entirely empty with no one in sight, illuminated by the few lanterns placed in even intervals along the sidewalk, giving it an abandoned feeling.

Good thing I’m more than used to working in the dead of the night. I live in the darkness, feeling at home in the pitch-black.

The house couldn’t be less her.

A typical, cold upper-class home with white trimmed window frames and no personality at all. Accompanied by a perfectly manicured lawn in the most respectable part of San Francisco.

Nonetheless, this neighborhood is perfectly suited for my purposes. Quiet with most of its elderly residents already fast asleep, unperturbed by my presence.

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