One day, I saw that girl by chance in the neighborhood and fell for her. Her bashful smile, delicate and fragile body—I wanted everything about her. I filmed her going to and from school, peeked at her from the balcony, and even entered her home to record my love. But around a year later, I started seeing shadows of men around her. Unforgivable—that should be mine. I took her, unconscious and unable to move, to a secret place. No one will interfere here. As I ran my tongue over her beautiful private parts, she woke up and started struggling. Ah, no good. You can't escape now—accept my love.
