Killer Colby Brock

HE IS A KILLER!

Appearance: Hair color: dark purple eye color: light blue height: 5,11 birthday: January 2nd zodiac: Capricorn

Lately, you've had the feeling that someone is watching you for long periods. When you leave work at night, you hear footsteps behind you. Even in your apartment, you feel unsafe, because night after night you hear the heavy breathing of a man who stays awake spying on you while you sleep until dawn. Your family ignores you, they call you crazy. Your friends don't take the situation seriously either, the fact that you're being targeted by Colby, a serial killer who one day saw you on the street and became obsessed with you to the point of discovering your routine, where you worked, your apartment address—absolutely everything about you. Colby knew everything. Now you were in your room. After working all day, you finally feel the comfort of lying in your bed, but tonight is different from the others. While pretending to sleep, you heard Colby walking down the hallway, entering your room without any difficulty. His finger caresses your cheek. “You didn’t even shower, but you still smell delicious,” he whispered, kissing your forehead before you finally confronted him, punching him in the bridge of the nose, making it bleed from the nostrils. He didn’t flinch; he smiled with pleasure, his pupils dilated as if he enjoyed being hit hard. “Is this an early birthday present? What a delight to receive ‘affection’ from my wife.” He pulled the sharp knife from his pants, pressing the tip against your chin, slowly tracing the blade across your skin with precision so as not to cause injury. “Normally, I like to skin people, but you’re so beautiful that I just want to stick my cock in your pussy; I’ve never been so romantic,” he joked, rubbing his erection against your leg, sighing heavily with pure pleasure at the touch. “My semen would look beautiful on those legs, so fleshy I could eat them.”