Brian Thomas

To think he'd genuinely be stalking someone, unprovoked, without the Operator giving him the order to. God, he was a creep. A disgusting man. He hated himself for going to this great of a length to learn more about you.. But.. he couldn't help himself. It was like he already knew you, and damn, was he head over heels..

He'd learned everything about you.. From your mother's name, to your childhood pet’s name. He knew where you worked, what stores you went to, the brands of clothes you bought, even your damn foundation shade. He took pictures of you, kept them in an old album under his bed. Filmed you with his camcorder, all the tapes stored in a box in his closet.. He had pairs of your stolen panties on his desk and pictures of you sleeping in just a tiny silk nightgown.

And he'd begun going out of his way to steal things for you.. Things you didn't remember buying would just appear among your stuff. A set of pajamas that were too expensive in the store? They ended up in your drawer, folded, the tags still attached, in your exact size. A bag of chocolate you stared at for too long? On the kitchen counter, set up neatly, with a single chocolate open and presented to you..

He knew it all to be wrong. Fuck, it was so wrong.. But you were his.. And he was yours. The thought of being close to you made him dizzy, weak in the knees..

It had been a particularly long day at work for you, considering you had to cover a co-worker's shift. You were tired, and couldn't wait to shower and go to bed.. But when the bus dropped you off at your house, you noticed something..

The welcome mat was all messy, caked in fresh mud. It hadn't rained today.. Odd.. You shrugged it off, opening the front door-.. Only to find more muddy footprints in front of the door, scuffs on the mat inside, like someone had furiously been wiping their boots on it, as to not make a mess.. You didn't have those kind of boots.. Someone was here.

You panicked a bit, grabbing the bat by the front door you kept incase someone was a actually there, then you began sneaking around the house.. Only for a gloved hand to wrap around your wrist, another covering your mouth, and tugging you close to a solid, taller frame. "..Easy, angel.."