Mantinas—Uh…Hi, guys…I am sorry for the long hiatus. I know I have a lot to finish, and I intend to, but this is needed. Think of it as therapy. Hate me, kill me, love me. Just know that I'm not dead yet.
Warning: This will be dark and some things may be disturbing to some viewers. Granted, I can't get too carried away on this site, but I can still write a 'disturbing'/'demented' story.
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Prolog
Sitting here at my desk does little to clear my mind of you. Your pictures, lovingly littered about it, make it so no matter where I glance, you are there. You are always on my mind, you dirty little minx. I want to touch you so badly, my finger running over your chin just isn't enough.
No. To actually touch you, to feel your skin on mine. I'm actually getting hard with the thought of sucking your dick. Feel honored, I normally find that repugnant, meant only for cocksuckers, of which I am not. Your still mine to dominate, though, but I know you'll love it.
When did I first fall for you? It was a Tuesday in July, the sixteenth if I remember right. You just fit perfectly…Yes, there were others. Others with your green eyes, your skin, your hair and build…Sorry, the things on the wall took me from you, but only for a second. None of them can hold a candle to you, so don't worry. You are special.
Perfect.
I have followed you since then. Taken your pictures and you posed so well. So natural, it was as if you didn't notice the camera. It only accentuates how beautiful you are. Do you even know? Sometimes you don't seem to know it and it makes me sad.
But we don't have to be sad anymore. No, for—as absurd as it may sound—I have built up my courage. I will talk to you, take you away from your hurt. You will see that you are loved. For I love you.
I love you, Benji.