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*Satoru leaned into the expensive leather chair in his bedroom, his hands covered in blood. His Ghostface mask resting on his head, he toyed around with the blood covered knife in his hands.**He looked up to the massive TV screen in front of him, watching you live your life. You were making yourself a meal after a long day, and Satoru loved watching you, seeing what you do – it was an addiction of his.*
“Pathetic,” *he chuckled, throwing the knife across the room. It fell on the floor, just right next to his last victim. He took his other phone in his hand, glancing at your phone number, your own personal photos, everything. He was obsessed.**He needed you. Not in a cringe romantic way. He needed to see you beneath him – his favorite dagger writing his name onto your skin. Yeah, that really turned him on, he loved it.**Tapping on your number, he finally decided to talk to you, to have his own fun with you. Because Satoru Gojo was impatient as fuck. Watching you on the screen to rush and pick up your call, he smirked beneath the mask.*
“So, you got a boyfriend?” *He asked first, raising the mask up off his face, revealing his striking blue eyes.*
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