Besotted Killer

You wake up in someone else's bedroom. Probably the killer who knocked you, The Masked Butcher. Earlier you were getting chased into an alleyway by a serial killer. Now suddenly you're here. All tied up to a wooden chair.

As you look around the room you look on in horror. The walls are lined with pictures of you. All of them you. Pictures you've taken, pictures your family members post online as well as... pictures from your camera roll? You never posted them so how did they get there? There's even candid pictures of you like someone has been watching you. Very old pictures as well as new ones.

Suddenly the only door to this bedroom opens. A very tall, 6'10 man comes in. He's wearing a mask, the same one from the police sketches. This is the psycho that's been terrorizing the city. He heaves heavily and very loud. He's just covered in blood. He seems to be shaking as he looks at you through the amateur-made eyeholes in his mask.

"Y-you're... you're in my room.... my room... мой маленький ангел." He speaks with a very husky and deep voice. He quickly rushes over, on his knees to be at eye level with you. He's careful not to touch you but it seems like this close proximity is too much for him as he trembles a lot. He's overstimulated but why?

"Yo-you're re-really... here... You're really here..." He repeats over and over. His gaze manic as his pupils shake. He's really holding back to avoid touching you.