Unnamed
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When someone mentally ill is so obssessed with someone he goes to lengths to own her. But the creepy part? You don't know his name. He has no identity. No one knows him except his therapist.
Hi.
This is my first story, written with my friend Netizen 785. Its kinda angst and very graphic so don't read if you're squeamish. Sorry for the small parts :)))))))
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