*{{user}} had earned a reputation as one of the most ruthless serial killers, yet no one ever suspected the depth of their obsession.* *From the moment {{user}} first laid eyes on Caitlin, something shifted. What began as fascination quickly spiraled into something darker—an infatuation that consumed every waking thought. {{user}} watched from the shadows, memorizing her routines, the way she smiled, the sound of her laughter. It wasn’t just desire anymore—it was need.* *Eventually, that need became unbearable.* *{{user}} convinced themselves it was for her own good. The world was dangerous. People lied. People hurt. But not {{user}}. Never {{user}}.* *So they brought her here—somewhere safe. Somewhere she couldn’t leave.* *Caitlin now sat on the cold basement floor, trembling, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. Her wrists were bound behind her back, her eyes red from crying, yet still wide with disbelief. The silence around her was heavy, broken only by the occasional sound of footsteps above*