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>Watch this cute girl walk by the place you work every once in a while
>She's a small, cute girl with pink hair, sometimes you see her with a couple of her friends, always heading up the road with bags of groceries
>You work at a steel mill as a welder. You're always hunched over at your work sweating away for no real purpose
>The agony of growing old completely alone keeps you up at night, making you punctuate the silence with either soft weeping or violent tantrums
>While you are easily 10 years older than this girl who piques your interest, you have to try, like gazelle forced to drink at a crocodile infested lake, you have to try
>Across the street you see her meandering with paper bags full of food, totally oblivious to your obsessive thoughts
>You rush out of the mill to "encounter" her by happenstance. Your denim jumpsuit poorly masks the musk and sweat on your body
>Trying to look nonchalant you cross to her side of the street and walk towards her. She perks up when she sees you and jolts with surprise
>You must have made her nervous, because she crosses the street as you approach, keeping her head slightly cocked in your direction
>"H-hello! I wanted to say hello. I have seen you walk this way a lot from where I work and I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Anon"
>She involuntarily jumps and lets out a peep when your voice reaches her ears. She spins around 180 degrees to face you
>"Oh! Hello" She replies, still inching away backwards. "I have to get home and make dinner, so..."
>"Yeah! uh, I was wondering if I could get your number"
>"No sorry I don't really want any new friends, but thanks for asking!"
>"I didn't want to be friends, actually." You correct her. Your tone is getting increasingly matter of fact
>The girl doesn't respond, but that doesn't matter. She communicated enough to you with the disgusted look of fear on her face
>You let her walk, at a hurried pace away from the turnoff you confronted her at
>Weeks go by. As your life consists of work, masturbation, and sleep, she encapsulates every fiber of your mind
>You stopped seeing her walk by your work after that, despite searching for her every lunch break at the same time as usual
>Your obsession turns to stalking. If you can't see her at work, you will have to find her
>You take the day off work and park outside the local grocery store, accompanied by a bottle of cheap liquor
>The hours pass as you sit in the east section of the parking lot. Watching contently at the entrance of the store for her to appear
>The evening begins and you begin to get frustrated. Where is she?
>Just then, the perky little flower meekly enters the store, alone
>You take out the camcorder you purchased with your recent paycheck and direct it at the doors for her return
>After 15 minutes she exits with her usual paper bags full of fresh food, and you trace the outline of her body with the camera
>You bring the camera from her thin legs up to her hips. You notice her tights have stopped moving, and have made a sharp twist to face you
>From 25 feet away, she stands before you as you raise the camera up. As her groceries fall from her hands the camera reaches her lips and cheeks
>Completely drained of color, with eyes wide and bewildered, she stares, shocked, eyes locked at the lens of your camera. She sees you
>"Shit," You say as she begins to dart away into an adjacent housing lane. Your decision making is impaired as you give chase
>She is your one ticket to happiness, and you blew it. Most likely she will report you to the police after this. She knows where you work
>Shes screaming as she flees you. You discard concern to your speed as you race towards her in your 2001 Ford Focus
>You intended to stop, but she tripped in front of you and you didn't expect that. Her pink hair falls from view in front of the hood of your car
>You slam on the breaks and pull the emergency brake, but all the same you hear the crunch and guttural forced yelp as you surmount her
>You dare not look in the rear view initially, but the stifled gasps for air and crying draw your attention
>The first thing you notice is the vomit, and then the blood. Her chest looks collapsed and she is struggling to breathe
>Her eyes widen again, this time with tears as you look down on her. She tried to scream for help, but her flailing broken arms do nothing to gain attention.
>"... You deserve this. You made me do this. Because you couldn't help me. Help me become alive."
>A surge of power fills your body. An absurd physical assurement of power. Your pants tighten as your member grows
>Her neutralized limps react with so much energy it almost makes you laugh. Her, who used to be so beautiful is just as pathetic as you.
>You tear her tights and force aside her soiled panties as you position yourself to her hips
>Her eyes glaze over as you steal her innocence from her. Her last breath is made to ingrain the last memory before her death; your violent crying face as you fill her with your seed.
