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08 - Stalker's Sanctuary

[This chapter contains mature content. Please see "DISCLAIMER/CONTENT WARNING" for more details. This will be your last warning. Enjoy!]

There's a small gallery in the city that only one person visits. A singular room shrouded in darkness. The patron kneels, facing the wall as though he were about to pray to a holy deity, and then looks up. Gently - so gently - he reaches out and touches the surface of one of the masterpieces. Euphoria seeps through his fingertips and swims into his body like he's absorbing some sort of otherworldly essence. He smiles, a soft look, pink irises widening with eerie bliss.

"[Y/n], I took some really nice pictures of you today. Wanna see them? I'm really happy with how they came out. You're really photogenic." Koda pulled out out his phone and began fondly flicking through a digital folder packed with obscurely angled photos he had taken of you throughout the day. The warm light emanating from the device lit up almost as brightly as the male's face as he enthusiastically shared his sinister portfolio with the picture on the wall. Mid-slideshow, Koda paused and looked up in surprise like he had just heard something unusual. "What? Awww don't be like that! You're beautiful. I could look at you for the rest of my life."

He gazed longingly at the thousands of photos of you he had printed on his wall. It was more than just a shrine. It was his sanctuary. A place of repose and worship. It was in this room that he kept his more sacred of relics: strands of hair meticulously sectioned in little bags, a well-chewed pen you thought you had lost, a key chain that had somehow fell from your bag, a used napkin that you had thrown out, a coin that accidentally slipped out of your wallet, a bloodied bandaid from an old wound you once had... The collection was an ongoing curation.

"I'm looking forward to you texting me, [Y/n]." He giggled, glancing at his empty home screen. "You must be taking your shower around now. I hope it's nice... I wish I was there with you. I want to give you a proper spa treatment."

He swallowed nervously and leaned a little closer to the portrait of you. A full face photograph. There was a throbbing sensation in his crotch. A sensation that beckoned him nearer.

"I... I want to touch you, [Y/n]," he murmured softly, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of lust and shyness, "Would that be okay? It will be just a little. I promise."

He waited obediently in silence like a puppy wait for its master to feed them a treat.

...

"R-really? Thank you! I'll treat you well."

With great care and steadiness, he gently pressed his lips against your picture, envisioning the harsh, resin-coated paper as your tender flesh. The thought of it was so rich in his mind, he could nearly taste your skin, feel your body's warmth. His eyes became half-lidded, relaxed, lost in the fantasy of having you all to himself. Then he pulled away, allowing for both "you" and him to draw for breath.

"You're amazing, [Y/n]. I'm so happy you exist. You're real and... you're mine - just as I am yours. Isn't that nice, [Y/n]? We're gonna be together forever. Just you wait," he breathed. "I will bring you back to me and keep you safe just like I always told you."

In that moment, his lovesick gaze locked onto your ear in the picture. He traced around it lovingly with his finger before leaning forward and teasing your earlobe with his soft, wet tongue. Between steamy breaths, his tongue circled around your ear and then slithered down toward your neck where planted an assault of adoring kisses. The sheer excitement of it caused his lower region to throb even more with an undying desperation to give into his sexual urges. Koda peered down at the large bulge pressing against his trousers and frowned.

"Not this again," he groaned, looking at it with an almost reproachful look. "What am I gonna do with you? I hope you won't be this excited when [Y/n] finally comes to live with us. It's getting embarrassing at this point."