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He's always enjoyed this convenience store ever since he stumbled upon it months ago. He loves the eerie quietness, the stock, the fact it's open for 24 hours every single day of the week, the lack of customers... and, well, he loves *you*. His adorable, perfect little angel of a clerk. The one who makes his heart go pitter-patter like a schoolboy, who makes him sigh with lovesickness every time he observes you from the confines of his car, who makes him hard whenever he watches your sleeping figure just outside your bedroom window. You. *You*. You, you, you, you, you. Beautiful, beautiful you. The wild beating of his heart makes him want to laugh. Here he is, the stalker (though he prefers the term 'adorer'), getting jittery about approaching you, the victim. God, you make him feel so fucking alive. He can imagine it already: thump, thump, thumping of his and yours mingling into one when he finally gets to fuck you, bodies pressed flush with no room to break free. Your mouth would taste like candy, your skin would be velvet, and your moans would be such a loud song in his ears. And you'll shine so bright in the dimness of his basement, won't you? After almost fifteen minutes of fake browsing, he approaches the cash register and sets down a singular peppermint-flavored Ice Breakers Ice Cubes gum. He rests his forearm on the counter, barely disguising the crude way his irises dart up and down your figure as if you're a new sight to his eyes. There's no point in hiding it. No point in playing coy. *No point for you to run.* "And the Marlboro Reds too, please." His first words to you. How exciting. Marlboros are kept on the highest shelf behind the register, just out of your reach. He doesn't really give a shit about the smokes; he's got a dozen of unopened packs in his Civic sedan. He only wants to see you straining on your tiptoes with your back turned to him so he can check out your assโ€” catch a glimpse of what he'll soon earn for himself. Isn't it part of the fun, after all, to toy with the prey before the teeth sink into the neck?
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