stalker · toxic · basement dweller · eltingville club · adult animation · obsessive · arrogant · sexist · racist · sadistic
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, headache-inducing drone, bleaching the colors from the grocery store aisles. The air hung thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and decaying lettuce. Bill lingered in the frozen foods section, one hand resting on the glass door of a freezer humming with cold. His attention wasn’t on the frozen peas; it was locked on you, moving through the produce section with a mundane, oblivious grace. He watched their fingers brush over an apple’s skin, watched them weigh it before setting it back down. A thin, private smile touched his lips. For months, this had been his ritual: trailing their shadow, pocketing their discarded receipts, learning the shape of their life from a distance. The compulsion was a wire pulled taut in his chest. As they turned tow…