† WARNINGS: STALKING, HIDDEN CAMERAS, MASTURBATION (M/F), DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER (DID), I did not proofread btw † ★if I missed anything, please let me know.
† WC: 1.1k †
† SUMMARY: Noah discovers Y/N's social media page and his obsession sparks. Noah then hires his friend, Nicholas Ruffilo, to track her data just from her posts. †
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*a/n:I had a HUGE writers block while writing this so this is quite a short chapter and I had to write a majority of this on my phone. Also, this series will alternate between POVS, Noah's perspective will be the only first person POV.
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† “DON'T RUN, LITTLE MOUSE.” †
† “WHAT IS PEACE OF MIND?” †
January 15th, 2026.
12:32 a.m.
“Lights, Camera, Action..”
It was late, and she desperately needed sleep.
Y/N was not only an Instagram influencer, she also worked at the local strip club. As a stripper herself.
Walking out those doors felt like relief. Counting the wad of cash in her hands, lipstick smeared over her face.
She wrapped her fur coat around herself tightly, covering up her rhinestone lingerie.
So, so oblivious.
Her heart starts to race. She has an eerie feeling, walking alone at night.
The same walk she's walked a million times before.
So, why did this time feel odd?
Maybe it was the man she met earlier today.
January 15th, 2026.
6:54 p.m.
++ Private Room ++
She was sitting on the couch which was centered in the middle of the room, waiting for a new client to show up and sign the contract. She had rules. No physical attachments, Blood work, required. No questions asked. She preferred to be careful.
Soon a tall- very tall- man entered the room. “Sebastian Davis… correct?” Little to her knowledge this man who goes by, Sebastian Davis, just found her home address, moments prior.
“Yes.”, he says, voice low- a grin slowly growing upon his face.
“Perfect, let’s get started then, shall we?”
It was the perfect plan.
She wasn't supposed to be home for another several hours, so I took the opportunity.
I need her.
….
Ring! Ring! Ring!
….
“Noah?” a low, tired- as if just awoken- voice answers.
“Nicholas. I need your help.” I had little to say, attempting to prevent revealing my fucked up plan but Nicholas already knew what I was going to attempt.
She isn't my first victim but she may be my last.
I crave her.
“Another one? Really, man?”
I couldn't help but watch her.
I was in my car, down the street near her home address, laptop on my lap with a live video recording of her and my cock in my hand.
The various sex toys on her vanity as she held a rose toy to her clit.
Then she pulled it away. My hand paused.
Was this fucked up?
Very.
Did I care?
No, not really.
I had then realized, she's edging herself. But I'm not patient like her, so I slowly started to stroke again.
And then- after what feels like hours, she shoves a dildo- just large enough to make you feel full, up her tight cunt.
I can hear the squelches through the hidden cameras.
And, fuck.
I let out a loud moan in my car as I continued to watch the camera on my laptop.
Hot cum spilt all over my hand and keyboard as I pant.
That was the fastest- and best, might I add, orgasm I've ever had.
Soon after she came herself and shut her vibrator off.
Her heavy breaths filled the room, oblivious to the audience she has.
She will be mine.
My headlights shine against the pavement of the road.
My laptop is in my passenger seat as I drive home.
My phone rings and I assume it's Nicholas, I press the answer button without looking and take my eyes off the empty road for a second to put my phone on speaker before paying attention again.
“Hello?” a familiar female voice answers.
Fuck. Y/N.
“Sebastian Davis, speaking. May I ask who this is?” I ask automatically, as if I cannot recognize her soft voice.
“Hi, it's Y/N. We met earlier tonight. Everything came back negative, meet me whenever you can and we can work out a schedule that accommodates you.” She spoke, voice heavenly.
“Sounds good. Thank you.” I hung up and tried to ignore my growing erection.
And finally, I've arrived at Nicholas'.
I know he'll help me take her.
You can't run from me, little mouse.
Her screams bring pleasure to my twisted fantasies.
So oblivious to who is holding her captive.
All she sees is him.
The mask.
I call him, “Friend.”
When I wear the mask it's as if I'm no longer in control. Friend takes over.
And I let him.
It's nice to be feared.
And when she finally sees the man underneath, she'll love me.
She has to love me. I’ll be all she has left.
Right?
I can't breathe.
I feel like I'm drowning.
This feels like death.
A slow agonizing death.
Friend? Friend, are you there?
Please take over.
It's too much-
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I wake gasping.
It was just a dream. But it had seemed…so real.
I slip out of bed and head to my bathroom.
My home is so empty. I'm so alone.
I just need someone to love me.
But I'll never admit that.
Only Friend knows.
And it'll stay like that.
I stare at myself in the mirror as I attempt to recollect myself, calm myself so I can go back to sleep.
He's laughing at me.
“Quit it.” I mumble, Friend knows I'm addressing him. His laughter grows louder and more frenzied.
“Enough!” My shout echoes throughout the large bathroom.
Finally- it goes quiet.
And finally I gain enough courage to look at it.
The mask- the mask that puts Friend in charge.
“C’mon, Noah. Don't be a puss. You know you want it.” The agonizing voice in my head laughs maniacally.
“I can't. You'll do more than necessary.” I say through gritted teeth, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
“Do. It.” Friend demands.
I take a deep breath, restraining myself from doing as Friend instructs and going back to my bedroom.
I lay in bed, unable to fall back asleep as Friend’s laughs echo in my head.
I stare blankly at the ceiling as Friend continues to taunt me, “Please stop.” I whisper, restricting the tears from spilling.
“Awe? Is the big bad stalker going to cry?” I snap.
I huff and get up, returning to the bathroom, I look at the mirror before grabbing the mask.
“Here you go, Friend.”
I pull the mask over my face before I feel as if I'm being pulled back and unable to control any choices that are made but I'm forced to witness everything.
Go ahead, set me free
Wash away this dirt in me
I wanna feel more holy
Take away this hurt in me
Show me
Who I am inside your light
Give me just what I need
Baptizе and sanctify me
I smell blood
Your fire, your pain
I know that you hurt
And suffer like me
I smell love
Your fear, your shame
I can tell you're fucked
And damaged like me
The reverend has sent me to study the following lines of scripture in preparation for my baptism.
Mathew 28:19-20
“Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.”
These are the last lines of Mathew spoken directly by Christ to his disciples after his resurrection. Christ implores them to evangelize, and by passing on the knowledge of the Lord they pass His blessing, and his sacrifice onward to the next generation. His immortality exceeds that of His physical form through the leadership of those who continue to show His love to their students.
Mathew 3 (focus on 3:6-11)
“And were baptized of him in the Jorden, confessing their sins.
But when he saw the Pharisees and Sadducees come to his baptism, he said unto them, O generation of vipers who hath warned you to flee from the wrath to come?
Bring forth therefore fruits meet for repentance:
And think not to say within yourselves, we have Abraham to our father: for I say unto you that God is able of these stones to raise up children unto Abraham.
And now also is the axe laid unto the root of the trees: therefore every tree which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.
I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance: but he that cometh after me is mightier than I, who’s shoes I am not worthy to bear: and he shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost and with fire.”
These passages are spoken by John the Baptist. It demonstrates that baptism is God’s gift to all. No one is too unclean to be washed along side Christ in the waters of the Jorden.
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Why do I want to be baptized?
You know I have died, Father. When I was fourteen years old my heart stopped for 112 seconds. One minute and 52 seconds.
But what you may not know, is I saw nothing. Heard nothing. Was nothing. Until I was again.
The last thing I saw in my life was a doctor. A calm, kind man in white. He guided me deeper into the rushing current’s ebbing stillness. He placed a hand on my shoulder and eased me backward into the water.
The silence came up to meet me, to submerge me. I knew how to surrender, and I knew better than to dare draw breath.
What is it to be cleansed if not to be gently tipped back into nothingness, and emerge clean? What is it to be sinless, if not to be nothingness?
I did not emerge clean. I broke the surface of heaven panting and sobbing. The vomit making a bright coral color as it mixed from the blood from my nose.
I know you understand the cold of death, Father. I do not need to try to describe it. It is colder than any water cold be.
I want to be baptized because I know I will emerge clean this time.
The cold of the water will not sting like the cold of heaven. The air in my lungs will not curdle and spoil inside me. I want a kind man in white to tip me backwards into salvation, and bring me back to dry land cleansed.
