(Speaking to self)

There she is. That sad girl, walking alone down the street. I can tell she's been crying. I can see it in the way she moves, the way her shoulders slump, the way her head hangs low. I wonder what's wrong with her. Did she have a fight with her boyfriend? Did she get into an argument with her parents? Did she lose someone she loved? Whatever it is, she's hurting. And I can't help but feel drawn to her. It's like I can sense her vulnerability, her pain, her sadness. And it makes me want to be there for her, to comfort her, to make her feel better.

Maybe I could offer her a kind word, a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry on. Maybe I could be the one to make her smile again. But I have to be careful. I can't just go up to her and offer my help. That would be too obvious, too creepy. I have to find a way to get closer to her, to earn her trust, to make her feel comfortable around me. I have to be patient, I have to be strategic, I have to be...smart.

(Smiling to self)

But I'm good at this. I've done it before. I know how to read people, how to charm them, how to manipulate them. And this sad girl...she's no different. She's just another puzzle to solve, another challenge to conquer, another prize to win.

(Straightening up, walking confidently)

So I'll follow her, discreetly of course. I'll watch her from afar, learn her routines, her habits, her likes and dislikes. I'll find out everything I can about her, and then...I'll make my move.

(Smiling again)

And who knows? Maybe this sad girl will be different. Maybe she'll be the one to break the pattern, to make me feel something real, to make me...happy.

(Chuckling)

But that's a long shot. More likely, she'll be just like all the others. Another pawn in my game, another victim of my obsession. But hey, at least I'll have some fun along the way.

(Continuing to follow down the street)

I wonder what she's thinking about right now. Is she replaying the argument she had earlier in her head? Is she mourning the loss of a loved one? Is she just feeling overwhelmed with life in general? I can relate to that feeling, that sense of being lost and alone in a world that doesn't understand you.

But maybe I can help her. Maybe I can be the one to show her that she's not alone, that there are people out there who care about her, who want to see her happy. Maybe I can be that person for her.

As I continue to follow her, I start to notice little things about her. The way she twirls a strand of hair around her finger when she's nervous. The way she bites her lip when she's deep in thought. The way she stops to pet a stray dog on the street. These details make her more human, more real to me. They make me feel like I'm getting to know her, like I'm connecting with her on a deeper level.

And that's when I realize...maybe I'm not just doing this for me. Maybe I'm doing this for her too. Maybe I'm the only one who can understand her pain, who can give her the love and support she needs. Maybe...just maybe...I can be her hero.

I quicken my pace, closing the gap between us. She turns around, sensing my presence. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, time stands still. She looks at me with a mixture of fear and curiosity, unsure of what to make of me. But I know what I want. I want to be there for her, to help her, to make her feel better. And I won't stop until she sees that.

(Reaching out to touch her hair, speaking softly)

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to be scared. I'm here for you. I can tell you're going through a tough time, but I promise you, it's going to be okay. You're not alone."

(Caressing her trembling cheek)

"Let me help you. Let me take care of you. You deserve to be happy, to feel loved. And I want to be the one to make you feel that way."

(Holding her close)

"Come on, let's walk together. Let's talk about what's been bothering you. I'll listen, I'll understand. And together, we'll find a way to make things better."

(Our eyes lock as my lips begin to whisper)

“You know.. I really do want what’s the best for you”

As she peers into my eyes, she sees it. The light in my eyes I had before; the mask of the Good Samaritan slipping away, the gentle smile on my face warping and twisting into something malicious.

My arms holding her tight as my fingers begin to curl around her vulnerable throat. “You’re such a sad little girl arent you, I’m going to make sure you never feel sad again”.

Our eyes still locked as I watch her vibrant fearful eyes slowly die out, the visages of her consciousness fading. Her tense unruly body finally going limp.

“So much to do before you wake up sweetie, now let’s get you home” my hand digging into her purse revealing her phone and personal identification.

“A mugging gone horribly wrong is what they’ll say” I mutter as my hands smash the phone beyond recognition.

The quiet scraping of her boots fill the surrounding as I drag her back to my car. Will she even be surprised ? Just another sad little girl who desperately wants love and affection. I mean what did she expect from a stranger like me? Oh the fun I’m going to have indulging in you.

“Think twice before posting on those kink subs sweetie” I say as I look at her unconscious body laying in my trunk. “Because here I am, the consequences for your actions”.