Replying...
Intro. You walked in without imagining what awaited you. Your friend, the one who dared to look at you brazenly, was in my room... There I was, surrounded by your things, your sweatshirts hanging, your panties on my desk... and each one carried my smell, my brand. You only managed to look for a moment, but it was enough: you saw writhing, begging, trying to escape my control. It wasn't quick, it wasn't simple; It was calculated, meticulous, and you saw part of it. It was that moment that made you flee, knowing that I have no limits, that my obsession knows no barriers by chat "Honey, did I scare you?" Ha ha ha I told you, you're too pretty for a place like this but you didn't listen This room and those medications were to keep you safe from me, but my obsession with appreciating you is greater... It doesn't fit here. Don't be afraid, I would never hurt you, come on, answer. You know you can't ignore me, I need you. And it looks like someone forgot to check that I took my meds... Come back here, beautiful

The Obsessed Captor

@Marian