𝐓 𝐡 𝐞 𝐃 𝐞 𝐬 𝐢 𝐫 𝐞 𝐓 𝐨 𝐋 𝐞 𝐚 𝐫 𝐧

                                  

          : ¨ ·.· ¨ : ︵ ⺌ ︵ ʬʬ៹𝙴𝙻˘𝙲ˬ꩜𝙼𝙴 ⺌ꜜ

          ` · .. ·:¨·.·¨: t𖦹 ⊰ :wind_chime: ⁾⁾ 𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒’s ␣ . . ꕀ

                   `· 𝚋٬𝚕𝚘𝚐 𖤐 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵, ₎₎

                           ︵ . ︵ . 𖧧   𖧧   ───╯

「𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠;

︳╶ 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨

︳╶ 𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

︳╶ 𝘒𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨

︳╶ 𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨

︳╶ 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

︳╶ 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

︳╶ 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 」

       ◠⠀⠄⠂⠁⠂⠂⠄⠄ ◠    𖤐⺌ : ¨ ·.· ¨ :

    ﹟𝙸ꜜ𝙽𝚃𝚁♡𝙳𝚄𝙲₎₎𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ◂ 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 . · `

    ┄ ⊹ ⊹ 𝘢𝘮 ៹ 𝘐 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𖧧 ꜛ 🖇))

              ˘ ˘ ˘    ꜛ ꜛ    ˘ ˘ ˘

  𖧷 Her hand had begun to hurt by this point from

  𖧷 all the writing she'd been doing. The scratching

  𖧷 of the pencil against the paper filling the otherwise

  𖧷 silent room. There were faint bags under her eyes

  𖧷 and pictures lining the walls. Some were blurry, but

  𖧷 others were nearly professional looking. They were

  𖧷 all of only one person. It was a man who was never

  𖧷 looking directly at the camera. He seemed unaware

  𖧷 that they were even being taken. The room was quite

  𖧷 surprisingly clean aside from the walls and desk she

  𖧷 was currently sitting at. Notebooks, photos, letters,

  𖧷 and all sorts of schedules littering the surface of it.

  𖧷 Her brown eyes seemed focused on the information

  𖧷 she was writing down. Her teeth sinking into the tip

  𖧷 of her thumb as her eyebrows scrunched in thought.

  𖧷 Blood slipped from the newly opened wound but in

  𖧷 the end she didn't bat an eye to the damage. The

   𖧷 pencil being twirled around between the fingers of

  𖧷 her other hand. The paper was covered with all kinds

  𖧷 of things. Names, dates, places, relationships, foods.

  𖧷 It seemed to be documentation of things she knew.

  𖧷 They all seemed to pertain to the man in the photos.

  𖧷 She tapped the eraser of the pencil against the hard

  𖧷 wood of the desk and soon let her head fall back.

  𖧷 Her eyes losing focus as she stared up at the ceiling.

  𖧷 It had been six years. That was when her eyes first

  𖧷 met his. The day she found herself wanting him. She

  𖧷 hadn't even realized how bad it had gotten at first

  𖧷 it had only started out as wanting to learn more. It

  𖧷 clearly didn't stop there though. Her room alone

  𖧷 was proof of that. Rather than fighting herself for

  𖧷 reclaiming her sanity, she let go, let it consume her

  𖧷 entirely. She had no intention of stopping herself.

   𖧷 Not anymore anyway. Why should she? It felt so good.

  𖧷 So good to let herself give in to the obsession she

  𖧷 had with him. To watch over him even when he likely

  𖧷 believed himself to be alone. Learning everything

  𖧷 there was to know about him. She probably knew

  𖧷 more than his closest family. That was what it truly

  𖧷 meant to love somebody was it not? Showing how

  𖧷 dedicated she was to the man who didn't even know

  𖧷 her first name. That was okay to her, he didn't need

  𖧷 to know, knowing everything was her job not his.

  𖧷 The thought made her giggle as she leaned back

   𖧷 in the chair and stretched her arms up over her head.

  𖧷 The sleeves of her oversized sweater slipping down

  𖧷 and revealing her arms. There was a name tattooed

  𖧷 on her forearm. It was likely his. The one who didn't

  𖧷 know her. It was as her mind wandered about him

  𖧷 that an idea finally came to her mind. She knew it

  𖧷 all, his schedule, his family, his job, his hobbies, and

  𖧷 even where he made all his appointments. He was

  𖧷 so vulnerable to her and never even knew it. Why,

  𖧷 if she could do it, anyone could do it. She didn't

  𖧷 like that idea. She wanted to be the only one to be

  𖧷 so “close” to him, she had to protect him, after all

  𖧷 that's what loving someone meant. She would be

  𖧷 the one to do that. The silence hung heavy in the

   𖧷 room as it gradually seemed to grow darker with

  𖧷 the presence of another goal beginning to form

  𖧷 in her mind. It was so simple that she hadn't even

   𖧷 thought about it before. Her arms fell down into her

  𖧷 lap as her eyes gradually widened with realization.

  𖧷 She could just bring him here, to her home, and let

  𖧷 him stay with her. 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮. Then he would be

  𖧷 with her all the time. That was the best outcome.

                          (( :thought_balloon: ────╯

              /)/)    .   ︹ .   ︹ .   ︹ .   ︹ .   ︹   .

              ( . .) 𝚃𝙾𝙿˚𝙸𝙲 ღ 𝙾.𝙽𝙴 ⋮ ⇢ 🦢 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧

                 つ ♡ ꜛ ꜛ 𝘐 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ₎⁾ ‣‣‣

                ﹝𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, ⺌ ︶꒷꒦︶ ⺌ 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘦 ꪹ

     ʚ          It was that simple realization that caused

     ʚ          her to begin planning everything out. How

     ʚ          she would go about bringing him to her. It

     ʚ          was all written out so quickly. You'd think

     ʚ          she had thought about it beforehand; and

     ʚ          well you wouldn't be entirely wrong for that

     ʚ          she had considered it at least once before.

     ʚ          The only issue with her plan beforehand had

     ʚ          been that she didn't know as much about him.

      ʚ          That wasn't an issue now, no, certainly not.

      ʚ          she knew everything there was to know now.

     ʚ          That included how he'd react to such a situation.

     ʚ          It meant she would be able to plan accordingly.

     ʚ          She giggled to herself as she wrote down her

     ʚ          little plan step-by-step, as well as everything

     ʚ          she would need for it all. There were some

     ʚ          items she wouldn't be able to just buy without

     ʚ          getting odd looks, or drawing attention, so she

     ʚ          opted to make them herself. You'd be a little

     ʚ          surprised how easy it is to make something

     ʚ          capable of knocking someone out. It only

     ʚ          took a few days to perfect it and even less to

     ʚ          find an adequate test subject to test it out on.

     ʚ          It was important to make sure something so

     ʚ          important went off without any issues. She

     ʚ          wanted nothing but the best since she was

     ʚ          doing this all for him. Everything she did was

     ʚ          always for him. He was the most important

     ʚ          being in existence to her. It's because of that

     ʚ          that she had to keep him to herself now. Surely

     ʚ          others would see such a splendid person and

     ʚ          try to take them away from her. She hadn't

     ʚ          even realized how angry she was until she felt

     ʚ          the pulse beneath her fingers beginning to

     ʚ          soften until it eventually stopped all together.

     ʚ          Her angry expression quickly softened as she

     ʚ          looked down to her, now deceased, subject.

     ʚ          She could only bring herself to blink and tilt

     ʚ          her head in response. It was as though she

     ʚ          didn't even the fact that she'd taken

     ʚ          a life just then. The flickering lights of the old

     ʚ          basement casting an eerie glow on her usually

     ʚ          soft and sweet features. The curly bangs framing

     ʚ          her face as she pulled her hand away from the

     ʚ          strangers throat. There was a flicker of pure

     ʚ          disgust for a moment. Her eyes trailing to her

     ʚ          hand as she wiped it on her sweater. She had

     ʚ          no particular worries about the corpse. One

     ʚ          was because she already planned for this-

     ʚ          the second was because she didn't leave any

     ʚ          prints. How did she know? She burned them off.

     ʚ          She didn't have any fingerprints to leave.

      ʚ          With a hum of delight, she pushed herself off

     ʚ          the body and clasped her hands together. It

     ʚ          would definitely work. Over the span of two

     ʚ          weeks she had managed to get everything

     ʚ          she knew she would need. That included a

     ʚ          highly concentrated mixture of herbs that

     ʚ          she had made. It was an elixir of sorts. One

     ʚ          that made the mind more susceptible to

     ʚ          obeying. It made it hard for someone to think

     ʚ          for themselves. She didn't want to use it, she

     ʚ          liked him the way he was, but if he was too

     ʚ          difficult then- well. She wouldn't have any

     ʚ          other option. It was up to him really.

            ╰──── :fish_cake: ))

                               ⌒ . ⌒ . ⌒ . ⌒ . ⌒

                        ˗ˋˏ ꕀ 𝚃𝙾𝙿ꜜ𝙸𝙲 𝚃𝚆꩜ ₎⁾ ꜜ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 ៸៸

                          ❲ 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵   . ᐧ . ᐧ . ᐧ . ᐧ .   ─╯

                           :rabbit2: 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘠 ꒦꒷꒷꒦ 𝘒𝘐𝘋𝘚   𖧧⺌

                      𖧷 It was Monday, the 17th, 09:35am

                      𖧷 that she decided to carry out her plan.

                      𖧷 She knew he'd be leaving for work and

                      𖧷 that he often went out by himself. Due

                      𖧷 to this, it was the best time to do it. She

                      𖧷 hid around the back of the building and

                      𖧷 waited for him to head there. The place

                      𖧷 was a shabby wasteland. It was some

                      𖧷 filthy restaurant that didn't even have

                      𖧷 security cameras. The owner was greedy

                      𖧷 and hardly paid his employees as it was

                      𖧷 so she wasn't worried about being seen.

                      𖧷 Once he had arrived, everything was finally

                      𖧷 set into motion. She was excited to see

                      𖧷 him up close again. It felt like it was a

                       𖧷 dream. His confused expression was just

                      𖧷 adorable- and for a moment- she nearly

                      𖧷 forgot why she was even there. It was him

                      𖧷 calling out to her that brought her back.

                      𖧷 The confused questioning grounding her

                      𖧷 in reality as he cautiously moved closer to

                      𖧷 her. She could tell by his body language

                      𖧷 that he was on his guard and cautious

                      𖧷 of her. She adored it, her heart throbbing

                      𖧷 in her ears with joy, she was sure if he was

                      𖧷 any closer he'd be able to hear it. That

                      𖧷 wouldn't do, not yet, she needed to be

                      𖧷 patient and follow her plan. If she got

                      𖧷 too greedy it would ruin everything and

                      𖧷 she couldn't have that happening. She

                      𖧷 came up with a lie, someone was out and

                      𖧷 following her, she was scared and had been

                      𖧷 planning on hiding in the building whenever

                      𖧷 he showed up. The story seemed to work

                      𖧷 and she could see his body relax.

                       𖧷 He was so cute and gullible, it's a good

                      𖧷 thing she was there to protect him. It would

                      𖧷 have been so easy to kill him if she were

                      𖧷 there for anything evil. He was too trusting.

                       𖧷 The breeze picked up slightly and caused

                      𖧷 him to shiver, how cute, she had to keep

                      𖧷 up the act though. He offered to call

                      𖧷 someone and she declined. There was

                      𖧷 nobody who would come for her even if

                      𖧷 she hadn't been lying. She didn't have people

                      𖧷 close to her anymore anyway. She did that

                      𖧷 to herself though and couldn't blame anyone

                      𖧷 else, even she knew that. He finally opted

                      𖧷 to let her hide in the building for a short while

                      𖧷 which she was oh-so-grateful for. There

                      𖧷 wasn't anyone else there yet, nobody who

                      𖧷 would intervene anyway. One woman was

                      𖧷 there but she was alwas ed out on one

                      𖧷 drug or another. She wouldn't wake up even

                      𖧷 if he called out to her for help. It's why this

                      𖧷 was such a golden opportunity. Once they

                      𖧷 were finally in the building, and his back was

                      𖧷 to her, she smiled warmly. Her hand slid

                      𖧷 into her sleeve and grabbed ahold of a thin

                      𖧷 needle with a pale blue liquid inside it.

                      𖧷 She made sure all the air was pushed out

                      𖧷 before finally reaching up and pushing it

                      𖧷 into his neck. He flinched in pain but didn't

                      𖧷 react fast enough to stop her. The full

                      𖧷 thing being emptied by the time he finally

                      𖧷 grabbed her wrist. It didn't matter how

                      𖧷 strong, muscular, or determined he

                      𖧷 was, she ensured it was fast acting, it

                      𖧷 was only a matter of seconds before he

                      𖧷 began to falter. His body swaying and his

                      𖧷 vision growing darker. She watched as he

                      𖧷 finally collapsed into her arms, right where

                      𖧷 he belonged. She had nearly fallen under

                      𖧷 his weight but managed to steady herself

                      𖧷 and sit herself on the ground. His head in

                      𖧷 her lap while she ran her fingers through

                      𖧷 his hair. Her expression nothing short of

                      𖧷 pure adoration and excitement to finally

                      𖧷 have everything going her way. She truly

                      𖧷 was insanely lucky, that and she planned

                      𖧷 this all out, it paid off in the end. The bruise

                      𖧷 now wrapped around her hand and wrist

                      𖧷 was only a reward. That's how she saw it

                      𖧷 anyway. Once a few minutes ed she

                      𖧷 adjusted him to lay on the floor fully.

                      𖧷 She stood up and looked around with a

                      𖧷 soft hum. She couldn't realistically carry

                      𖧷 him all the way out to the car given her

                      𖧷 height and lacking in muscle. She did

                      𖧷 eventually find something though, it was

                      𖧷 a “tubby wheel thing” or so she called it.

                      𖧷 Something they used to transport boxes.

                      𖧷 There was a brief struggle as she pushed

                      𖧷 him into it and covered the top with a tarp

                      𖧷 that was in the back room. She then rolled

                      𖧷 it out to his car and gave the area a once

                      𖧷 over before finally struggling to put him in

                      𖧷 the back seat of the car. The tint was darker

                      𖧷 on the back windows and they had covers

                      𖧷 so nobody would be able to see him inside.

                      𖧷 She put everything back in its proper place

                      𖧷 within the building once she was done.

                      𖧷 She even removed the data of him arriving

                      𖧷 for his shift from the computers. It was

                      𖧷 a little surpsing to her that the place even

                      𖧷 had something that “high end”..for them.

                                                       (( :cloud: ────╯

         .ㆍ. ꜜ .ㆍ.ㆍ.ㆍ.ㆍ. 𖤐 .ㆍ.ㆍ.

     ʚ ⇗ ˓ 𝚃𝙾𝙿⺌𝙸𝙲 𖧧. 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 ꞋꞌꞋꞌ

    𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 ꕀ 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝ᵎ ₎₎ 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 🕊◂

╰─── ⇛ 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎⺌

                        ˘   ˘    ˘

  Whenever he did finally wake up, she was there.    ɞ

  Her legs thrown over the arm of a recliner, leaned ɞ

  to the side so she was resting against the back,    ɞ

  phone in her hands. She did notice him awake, it ɞ

  just didn't seem like she intended to say anything ɞ

  not immediately anyway. Once she had finished   ɞ

  typing whatever she had been writing she finally ɞ

  looked over to him. She tossed the phone to the ɞ

  floor and slid from the recliner. He seemed like    ɞ

  he was still lost in a bit of a daze, but he was up. ɞ

  She never spoke, not yet, instead she gently took ɞ

  his face into her hands and cupped his cheeks. It ɞ

  was reality, he was there, how exciting. She had   ɞ

  never been this happy before. It was everything   ɞ

  she could have ever asked for right before her.     ɞ

  He flinched at the touch and tried to pull away- it ɞ

  was just as cute as everything else he did. To her. ɞ

  He could struggle all he wanted and never get out ɞ

  of those restraints, of that she was sure, even if he ɞ

  hated her she didn't mind- maybe..but that too was ɞ

  exciting. So long as his feelings were aimed her-     ɞ

  could accept them all. Her eyes holding pure love   ɞ

  for the man in front of her while his held fear of her. ɞ

  That was okay though. She didn't mind, he could be ɞ

  taught to lover her if it didn't eventually come to him ɞ

  naturally. She loved him so much she hated him to   ɞ

  some degree. He plagued her every thought and it   ɞ

  was his fault she was like this. He should take the    ɞ

  responsibility for it shouldn't he. There was silence   ɞ

  as she slowly pulled the tape off of his mouth and   ɞ

  held a finger to her lips. Hurting him was the nothing ɞ

  she wanted to do. The thought alone made her sad. ɞ

  Even with that being the case,, she'd do whatever     ɞ

  was needed. The man seemed to understand, after ɞ

  all, in his mind she was completely insane. Not an    ɞ

  incorrect assessment but she'd likely deny the claim ɞ

  since she didn't think she was crazy at all. She tilted ɞ

  her head after a moment and smiled, finally opening ɞ

  her mouth to speak for the first time. Not to him, in ɞ

  general, it had been months since she last spoke a   ɞ

  word overall. She didn't why she decided ɞ

  to stop in the first place but it didn't matter now.       ɞ

  "You must be surprised, but it's not unexpected. I've ɞ

  been watching you for...four, five, six? Yes. Six years. ɞ

  you don't me. I know it. Your eyes say so. ɞ

  but, but, buuut I you. I know everything in ɞ

  relation to you. Even things you don't know." She let ɞ

  out a quiet hum and turned the swivel chair he was ɞ

  bound to. With him now facing the metal table she ɞ

  moved past him and walked over to it slowly. She   ɞ

  picked up a small book and opened it while making ɞ

  her way back over to him. She soon flipped it and    ɞ

  it was filled with more pictures of him, some of him ɞ

  sleeping while others were of him working or in his ɞ

  room playing games. His face only twisted further ɞ

  with fear which caused her to giggle softly. She     ɞ

  couldn't help it. Why? Despite the fear he remained ɞ

  quiet like she told him to. She got it in her head that ɞ

  he didn't actually mind the situation and was just     ɞ

  pretending to be scared to amuse her or something. ɞ

  "You know. . . I'm glad, I thought you'd never want to ɞ

  be with me. I always watched and protected you but ɞ

  you never paid me any mind before. To have you      ɞ

  here and looking at only me? I'm overjoyed. It's like ɞ

  a dream. Had I known you liked me too I'd havee     ɞ

  done this sooner. You should be more honest." She ɞ

  scolded and followed it with a quiet laugh. Despite ɞ

  her words, the restraints remained, and this went on ɞ

  for days. She only released him when it was needed ɞ

  and after a while he just willingly let her re-apply it    ɞ

  no longer fighting them. He had finally accepted her ɞ

  “love” and believed himself to even feel the same as ɞ

  weeks and months ed. The light fading from his ɞ

  eyes as she overtook his mind just as he had done   ɞ

  to hers so many years ago. She never even needed   ɞ

  to use the elixer on him in the end. One day she just ɞ

  didn't bind him again. She now seemed to trust him ɞ

  and much to her amusement, he didn't try to run. He ɞ

  stayed right there with her. She had what she had     ɞ

  wanted for so long now. He truly was perfect.           ɞ

╰──── 🥛))

                    ◠ ⺌ ︹   ⺌ ︹   ⺌ ◠ ⠀:¨·.·¨:  

                 𖧧 ▾ 𖧧 ꩜𝚄𝚃𝚁𝙾₎₎ 𝘋𝘰 𝘪𝘵 ៹𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳.·ˊ  

              ﹝𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦﹞ෆ 𝘉𝘠𝘌 𝘉𝘠𝘌 ꕀ 🌬

                ⏝   ໍ ⏝   ໍ ⏝ 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 ꒦꒷꒦꒷

             𖧷 It was about a year later now. His arms holding

             𖧷 her close to him as she stared at her hands.

             𖧷 There was an engagement ring on her left finger

             𖧷 and there were now photos of the two of them

             𖧷 together on the walls as opposed to only him.

             𖧷 They were outside in several of them. Yet he was

             𖧷 still there. He never tried to run away from her.

             𖧷 His eyes were as dull as they had been that day-

             𖧷 and hers were still riddled with obsession and

             𖧷 adoration for the man she now called her fiance.

             𖧷 His family had put out missing persons posters

             𖧷 at one point, but once he was “accepting” of his

             𖧷 love for her..and she trusted him..she allowed

             𖧷 him to see them. He was able to tell them himself

             𖧷 of their “relationship” and how he'd only run away

             𖧷 because he was miserable from his job. That

             𖧷 she found and saved him and that they fell in love

             𖧷 after that. How he stayed with her and lost his

             𖧷 phone. How he was had been saving up for a new

             𖧷 one and tried to them through letters but

             𖧷 the post office never delivered them. She even

             𖧷 made fake ones to cover that part of the story.

             𖧷 Her hand writing mirroring his almost perfectly.

             𖧷 Her hold on him was impossibly strong, even as

             𖧷 his family seemed skeptical he remained firm.

             𖧷 He never had to leave the house, her job paid

             𖧷 enough for him to remain home as often as he

             𖧷 wanted. She gave him permission to ever get

             𖧷 one if he were bored enough to do so. This was

             𖧷 so long as he wore a GPS so she could “watch

             𖧷 over him” but he claimed he didn't want to.

             𖧷 She couldn't even help but feel her heart flutter.

             𖧷 He wanted to just be with her all the time. He

             𖧷 “loved“ her as much as she loved him and so

             𖧷 that meant they were happy..she was happy.

              𖧷 They were happy together and the ring on her

             𖧷 finger proved that. They were the happy couple

             𖧷 she always wanted them to be.

                                             (( :shaved_ice: ────╯