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I've been doing this for a very long time. Manipulating and brainwashing females into becoming what I need them to be. Training women. Breaking them down and building them back up. Shaping them into what I desire. Moulding them into a slave. Into a pet. Into nothing. Once they are perfect, I sell them. Sell them to a new master. My reputation is beyond powerful, no one dares try me. But what I want, I'm far from getting. With her, with this new toy of mine, I'll be able to take get what I want, what I have been working so hard for. Now, no one can stop me, not even me.

Tears rolled down her soft glistening skin, she lazily wiped away at the remaining of her misery from her cheeks and closed her eyes. I wondered why she was so sad, why she drowned her pretty face with a cloud of tears. I watched her from her bedroom window, taking in all of her details. Her long brown hair and soft brown eyes. Her lips too full and a little too big for her thin face yet it made her look all the more unique and mouth watering. Her petite frame stood from her bed and walked towards her bathroom, she stood around 5'1, perfect for my 6'4 height. My cock twitched at her nudeness. We've been here before. Me watching her walk around in underwear in her house. My cock twitches every time. I growl at myself. She's been crying, sad over something yet I'm getting hard over her from a distance. I can't help but feel like the monster I am.

I check the time and look back at her window one last time before I decide it's time to go. Tomorrow I'll have her. Tomorrow I'll get to feel her. All of her. Something tells me she's more than just a pretty face and I'm going to have trouble going through with the plan. Why Viktor chose her, I have no idea. Yeah her beauty is unbearable but why her? I've been watching her for three weeks now and everyday I feel a little more pressured to take her, claim her yet she is not mine and won't ever be. I clench my jaw as I think about having to put her existence to waste. She seems different, lost in her own world. Sad even. She cries herself to sleep every now and then at nights, I want to run my fingers across her tear struck face and comfort her. She's oblivious to my presence like she is with everything else. Oblivious to the amount of attention she gets during the day from hungry men. Even oblivious to the intentions of the guy she's dating, thinking about him with her boils my blood. Everytime he kisses her, touches her I want to end him. Soon enough he won't matter anymore because she will be in my hands, at my mercy.

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