click! to be pure NOW!

something something…

könig who’s an avid poster on r/kitchencels. partially because he likes getting compliments on his food, and because he likes the idea of being part of some sort of community. weirdly he’s pretty well known on the subreddit for cooking amazing meals with an equally antithetical title.

something like “usually wear something to cover my face in public. tried to leave it off today. the cashier at the grocery store asked her male coworker to ring me up instead. crispy fried oysters with carbonara”

or 

“hired someone to sleep with me. as soon as I took my pants off she started crying and left. got my refund though. duck breast with orange sauce.”

but then theres someone new commenting on his posts, always asking for the recipie or how he gets perfect feet on his macaroons. and next thing you know, konig is looking through your comment history, trying to find out who you are.

lucky for him, you like to post --- on your city’s subreddit, on cat care posts, on threads for best options at your local petco.

so, it doesn’t take much time for him to find you name and address. he does work in the military after all. and lucky for him, you’re only a 30-minute drive from base. 

he thinks of cooking for you, and fucking you. in which order he doesn’t really care. the thought of a girlfriend is quick to root into his mind. someone who asks for his recipies and cares about what he has to say.

days later he’s bumping into you from behind at the grocery store, asking to help you with the heavy bags of cat food, inquiring about the breed of your cat (he knows).

his next post reads a little different from his usual:

könig who’s never really learned how to have a normal, regular relationship. 

and after getting carted away to the military at 17, he never had time for women. just something he’s heard whispers of on base, and quiet laughter as another soldier sneaks one in late at night.

but suddenly, hes geting called in by the newly hired cybersecurity tech for device check-ups. and he doesn’t expect it to be a tiny little thing he can’t help but stare at. it feels wrong, kind of like a dog lusting after a bone that isn’t his. 

and maybe he decides that there's a limit to everything. that if he wants something he should atleast try to take it. so, he tries. except könig cant quite connect the dots in his head. it definitely doesnt help that his only channel of women-male interaction is online, on certain tabs he was sure to close out before handing his military issued laptop to you.

so he finds himself proud after spending time to leave flowers in your underwear drawer, or under your pillow for you to find in the morning. women like gifts right?

and he definitely thinks he did great after following you from your office to the dining hall, siting a couple tables away and watching you intently. women like attention right?

the next act he takes directly from a reddit post after searching ‘how to get a woman’ online. something about making sure to show a woman that you actually want them. so, in his own niave mind, what better way than recording himself stroking his cock while narrating exactly what he wants to do to you. this time, he leaves the mp3 file open on his laptop before handing it in. 

something something…

you and ghost book an airbnb in the farmland of manchester, something about needing an escape from city life

but the weekend comes and you soon realize that you didn’t book the whole house on the listing. instead its a little shed in the back of the property, a couple hundred feet from the main house. 

simon thinks nothing of it, grumbling about how it aint going to stop me from what i came here to do

night comes and you soon get caught up in the man behind you. his arms around your neck and your back arched in a nasty way.

but suddenly you see another man in the open window. a hood covering his face and horrible, wide eyes staring back at you.

maybe you scream, but it gets mixed up in all the other screaming you’ve been doing. simon shoves your face into the mattress and your open mouth get muffled by the threadbare sheets. 

the next morning, simon says you’re seeing things as he eats your cunt from behind. you really needed this break didn’t you, doll

but when you hear a knock on the shed door, a giant austrian man introduces himself as könig, the owner of the house. and when he invites you both into the house to get better connection to wifi, you don’t want to

but simon says something about being there to keep you safe and to stop being anxious and next thing you know you're in an awkwardly large living room with guns mounted on the wall and empty bottles lining the coffee table

konig tells simon to help himself to the beer in the fridge 

and next thing you know you’re alone with this giant. his face is dark and pained and you look down to see an abnormally large bulge in his pants. when you look back up back at his face, you begin to recognize those same eyes you saw last night in the window

but as you turn around, calling for simon, and scrambling for the door, your eyes catch on a picture mounted above the fireplace

its a group of men in front of some pub, its dark and you recognize the same large, hooded man standing behind you. but 3 faces to the left, its simon.

before you can turn back around, you feel two large hands sqeeze your hips, konig’s erection settles on your back.

but as you screw your eyes shut and scream, you feel another set of hands cup your face. simon shushes you, whispering something about how 

ghost accidentally realizing that if he shifts his recliner over a couple inches and tilts his head down, he can look straight into the window of the little bird across the street. 

and he knows its wrong--i mean, he may be a murderer, but hes not a pervert. and yet, he finds himself coming home, grabbing a beer, settling down, and staring at your body swaying when you cook dinner or glancing at the space in between your thighs as you watch tv.

and soon his foot is tapping against the ground, re-runs of some old footy match in the background, eyes shifting from the tv to outside the window---just waiting for you to get home.

really, hes not some perv, but who can blame him when his pants start to tighten up when he sees you. he does feel bad, truly. but its not his fault you never close the blinds. or that you like to walk around naked.

maybe one day he decides enough is enough, hes a grown man who should know better than to be looking through unsuspecting girl’s windows. 

but maybe his mind changes when you bend over in front of the window, looking back a little just to check if hes looking.