>>47420628I want to stalk Worker for months on end, only occasionally leaving hints of my existence and making her live in anxiety and paranoia. I want to run through her things discreetly, take pictures of her when she isn't looking, and leave cryptic notes for her to find and agonize over.
I want to kidnap her Timburr and leave a note drawing her to the mines, alone. I want her to witness me as I rape her cute little (male) fighting type, pounding into its tight little asshole as it squirms and tries to get away from me, crying out for her. I want to cum deep inside him and soil him forever, her first and best friend, as I reach into my pocket for a switchblade to finish the job.
I want her to rush me with the protective instinct of a mother, and launch a powerful punch from her well-developed, worked arms. I want it to connect with my jaw and send teeth flying, so I can feel the bliss of spilling my blood for her. I want bitter sobs to rack her as she violently rushes me with the expertise of a boxer, feeling my bones crack and my blood splatter at her might. I want to be reduced to nothing a broken, bleeding heap at her feet, barely breathing in the dank, god-forsaken we're in cave as I look up at her with an expression of supreme bliss.
I want her to look back at me with a mixture of disgust, pity and seething hatred. I want her, in that special moment, to truly understand me, and despise me all the more for it. To hold eye-contact as she looks back to all the months I've terrorized her, made her life hell, and the unspeakable atrocitiy I commited on her friend. I want her to tremble with hesitation as she picks up a boulder, almost convincing herself to walk away, but steeling herself with angry tears as she brings it down on my head to end my pathetic, miserable life.
I want the last thing I see to be the thrill in her eyes as she goes for the kill, and know that she will kill again. That I have turned her into this.
