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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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May 8th, 1999
The food court assaulted every one of Kett’s senses. Greasy garlic collided with artificial cinnamon, synthetic vanilla, and the pungent reek of fry-oil, creating a nauseating medley of scents so dense the air itself felt suffocated by them. Vacuous conversation echoed off the tiled walls as the materialistic swine who frequented the shopping center shuffled from store to store, mistaking consumerism for actual fulfillment. And when fatigue finally settled in, they’d gather in the food court to stuff themselves silly with overpriced junk food and sugar-laden drinks (as if another purchase might actually satisfy the emptiness gnawing away deep inside them). Even the sunlight pouring in from the skylight felt hostile, its garish brilliance exposing every ugly corner of human vapidity and overconsumption.
He loathed it all.
Kett had worked in the food court for eight miserable months, employed as a fry cook at The Patty Palace, the lowly position not only indicative of his pledbian station but also the fuck-up that he called his life. For the entirety of his beleaguered existence he’d never known a solid good feeling. His parents had been abusive alcoholics. At nine the courts had torn him away from their home and placed him into the foster care system, where he was moved from one loveless house to the next. He dropped out of high school and ran away at fifteen, drifting from city to city, state to state, ever since. He’d always been too odd to make friends, too ‘insane’ to attract women, and far too convinced that happiness simply wasn't in the cards for him.
Until she came along.
Autumn.
Even her name was perfect, fall had always been his favorite time of year. She was gorgeous, she smelled so good, like amber and lilac, and if you could believe it, she was actually nice to him. She had thick brown hair that she often wore in a single long braid that was placed off to the side. Her eyebrows were plucked in elegant arches, her nails attended to in the exact same fashion: always flawlessly manicured. She had big blue eyes that radiated a kindness that Kett seldom found in anyone else. She wore the prettiest make-up, not too much, she used cosmetics to enhance her natural beauty instead of painting something entirely new like most bitches. And her lips, God, they were perfect: full, soft, and impossible to ignore. Kett often wondered what they tasted like—perhaps like the strawberry bubblegum she was always chewing?
Her body was ideal: nice big breasts that he’d kill a thousand times over just to feel beneath his palms. She had a Venus tummy, a beautiful hourglass with just the right amount of fat curving the bottom into something artful; the sheer definition of womanhood as far as Kett was concerned. She had wide luscious hips. Perfect for bearing his children. He liked to imagine her on all fours in front of him, his hands buried in the soft flesh of those wide hips as he fucked her senseless, Autumn, of course, moaning his name and telling him how much she loved him the entire time. Nature had been unusually generous in sculpting her lower half. Her sensational hips swept outward before tapering into voluptuous thighs, while her rounded backside completed the most superb silhouette that had ever been crafted by the hand of God.
Despite how briefly he’d known Autumn, Kett was convinced she was his soul mate. He’d certainly spent enough time following her around and studying her to be sure. He knew she attended the local community college and was studying communications to become a 9-1-1 dispatcher just like her single mother who worked tirelessly to support her and her younger sister, Cadence. She drove a burgundy 1983 Chevy Impala with 213,486 miles on it. She had two best friends: Marisol and Fatima, the three girls spending most of their time driving around listening to Britney Spears tapes, or meandering through city parks if they weren’t off to the movies to see the latest Leonardo DiCaprio film. She lived at 1122 East Linsey St, apartment three on the ground floor—which made it incredibly easy to peek in through her window at night and watch her sleep; stroking himself to completion each and every time.
Yes, Autumn had been the only thing he could think of since she’d started working as a cashier at The Patty Palace three months ago. She infiltrated every dream, every waking thought, every breath he drew was flavored by Autumn. Even now, as he surveyed the disgusting patrons of the miserable food court, Autumn lingered in the back of his mind. It was Saturday, you see, which meant his love was scheduled at 4:00PM. It was now 4:30. He wasn’t concerned, however, she was often late. His girl had no mind for time.
“Breaks over Kett,” snapped Randall, the manager of The Patty Palace, the slight middle-aged man leaning over the register and spearing the twenty-three year old with his beady little eyes that were trapped behind overly-thick aviator specs.
“Rats,” Kett exclaimed snidely, reaching out a patient hand to grab the black coffee in front of him, indicating just how much of a hurry he was in by leisurely draining the bitter dregs from his styrofoam cup.
Randall rolled his eyes. “Well?! Get a move on then! Dinner shift ain’t gonna prep itself!”
Kett snorted, flicking his mid-length curly black hair from his brown eyes as he slowly stood to his feet. “Sure thing, Randall,” he replied with a sardonic bite, simultaneously crushing his empty cup in a tight fist. “Can’t let our esteemed guests go without their processed meat and trans-fat pig-slop, now can we?”
“Fix the attitude, kid,” Randall heckled as Kett came around the counter. “If you don’t like working here you know where the door is!”
“Oh, yes, Sir!” Was Kett’s sarcastic reply as he made his way to the dirty little kitchen that doubled as his prison cell.
“Kett. I’m warning you—oh, hey, Autumn!” Randal greeted the nineteen year old as she walked up, his voice suddenly shifting from entirely scrutinizing into something overly pleasant and deep.
The obviously flirtatious tone made Kett’s fists tighten and his jaw clench...
“Sorry I’m late, Randall,” she smiled, not even the hideous pin-stripe Patty Palace smock able to diminish her magnificent beauty. “Traffic was murder!”
“Happens to the best of us!” Randall smiled in return. “Just go ahead and punch in for me.” He then moved away from the register he’d been occupying in Autumn’s absence as he turned back to Kett, his tone once again morphing back into gratuitous censure. “I’m taking off for the day. Make sure you drain the deep fryer tonight, Kett! You haven’t changed the oil once all week!”
“Alright,” Kett replied, unwilling to nurture the sarcasm he usually reserved for his boss as he was now too impatient. The sooner Randal fucked off the sooner he’d be alone with his beloved.
“Good,” was Randall’s satisfied reply as he turned on his heels to make for the gap in the counter that led out into the food court. “Don’t forget to close out your register tonight, Autumn,” he relayed courteously as he departed.
“Okay, Randall!” Acknowledged Autumn with a friendly wave. “See you tomorrow!”
“See you!” Randall replied, not even looking back before disappearing into the crowd of the food court.
Now that Kett was alone with his queen, nerves pooled in his stomach, vile little butterflies fluttering all around and making him feel dizzy. His cock began to swell, like it always did in her presence, harsh pressure quickly building up against the zipper of his baggy jeans in a sharp pinch. His eyes shifted from the grill to Autumn. Could she feel his eyes on her back? He grabbed the squeeze-bottle of oil beside the grill, eyes darting back to Autumn before he sprayed a generous amount on the hot plate. He laid a couple of frozen patties down, eyes forever shifting back and forth—and then Autumn turned around, making his heart and cock jump in perfect synchronization.
“Has it been busy today?” She asked, her sweet voice flowing through Kett’s ears like a choir of angels singing through his ascension into heaven.
He shrugged, swallowing the lump in his throat. He might’ve smiled if talking to his love didn’t make him so damn nervous! He was nearly sick with worry about what she thought of him, what he would say to her, what she’d say back. It was an endless cycle of excitement and disinclination that was enough to make anyone’s head spin. Because what if he said something wrong? What if she made him do something wrong? What if she made him hurt her like the others had?
“You’re not much of a talker, huh, Kitty-Kett?” She teased, flashing him that beautiful smile that made his knees weak.
“I, uh, I guess not,” he replied, eyes flickering up to meet hers for only a fraction of a second before swiveling back down to the grill as his cock had twitched far too violently for his own good.
“Guess you’re a deep thinker, then, huh?” She giggled merrily.
Kett’s heart and stomach traded places. His bewildered gaze rose up from the grill, the beginnings of a beaming smile tugging his lips that he’d just parted to speak when—
“Can we get some service over here!” Barked an unsavory customer with an ice-cream encrusted toddler latched on her hip.
“Fuck,” Autumn breathed with a roll of the eyes before turning around. “Hey guys, what can I get for you today?”
Kett’s expression darkened, his happy words dying on his tongue as he eyed the woman and her child like he meant to finish them both off with a meat cleaver. How dare she interrupt his conversation with Autumn?! The bitch was lucky his girl needed this job…
…By the time Kett and Autumn were closing up, the rest of the food court had already vacated. Their restaurant was always the last to bring down their steel security gate. This was Kett’s favorite part of the week: because he and Autumn closed together. This meant they’d clean the kitchen, just the two of them, all alone in close proximity for no less than thirty minutes. It was during this time that Autumn would usually make idle conversation with him and he would try his best to reciprocate without making a total fool of himself…
“...man I wish I could’ve decked that lady right over the counter!” Autumn was saying of the snotty customer they’d encountered a few hours back. His girl had a bit of an edge.
“Every cashier’s dream,” Kett replied, consciously trying to suppress the nerves in his voice as he covered a container of sliced onions with saran wrap
“It would be, like, a religious experience,” Autumn agreed with a light chuckle, nibbling on some fries as she leaned against the deep fryer while waiting for all the oil to drain out into a filthy old bucket.
“Hallelujah,” Kett smirked, his heart pounding in his chest, his rock-hard cock throbbing with each unrelenting pulse.
…He wanted her so bad it hurt…
“Want a fry?” She asked sweetly, offering him a crinkled yellow stick from across the simple two feet that separated them.
“Sure,” he accepted, turning at the waist to take the morsel and pop it into his mouth.
“I never see you eat any of the food around here,” she observed, taking yet another fry to munch on. “I thought maybe you were one of those clean-eating health-freaks or something. Ya know the kind that does yoga every morning and drinks kale juice every night?”
Kett’s grin widened into a proper smile as he chewed the fry, hating the synthetic texture and salty taste. But she’d offered it to him, so how could’ve he said no? “So—you think about me, huh?” he asked quite seriously.
Autumn smiled politely, almost uncomfortably. “Well, sure, why not? We are co-workers, right?”
Kett’s heart did a somersault of joy. “You, know, Autumn,” he began, his pulse thumping even more vigorously as he felt the leap he was about to take after learning Autumn did in fact think about him. “I think about you too—kinda a lot."
“Oh?” Autumn inquired doubtfully, a little crease appearing between her well-manicured brows.
“Uh, yeah,” Kett stammered. “I, uh—” he stopped to clear his throat. “I think maybe we could, uh—really get along. Um. So if you’d wanna—maybe we could link up sometime and—”
“Let me stop you right there, Kitty-Kett,” Autumn intervened, abandoning her repose against the deep fryer to stand up right. “I think you’re really sweet, and I like you as a friend, but I don’t date co-workers. It gets a bit messy in my experience.”
Kett didn’t say anything for several seconds, he just stared, as Autumn’s rejection shattered his heart into a million pieces. He felt like he was falling into a black hole, the deepest gravity sucking him down by a force far too mighty and suffocating to ever overcome.
“Y-you ok?” Autumn asked hesitantly after a time.
Kett reanimated at once. “Wh-what if I quit?!” He reasoned desperately, frantically. “If I quit, well, then, we could be together, right?!”
Autumn shook her head softly. “Kett, that would be insane,” she laughed nervously.
“Don’t. Laugh. At me!” Kett snarled, stepping toward Autumn in an intimidating lurch, his already-dark eyes clouding over in a sudden haze of violence.
Autumn jumped, her own eyes rounding with fear. “O-okay, Kett, I’m sorry,” she said quietly, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat; she could sense the developing danger now wafting all around her. “I wasn’t laughing at you I was more—”
“Yes, you were!” Kett interrupted, his voice shaking with rage as tears of heartache sprang into his eyes but never spilled over. “You’re not supposed to laugh! You’re supposed to be mine! God! I would’ve died for you!”
“Woah, Kett,” Autumn murmured, terror and awe shaking her voice. “You don’t even know me.”
“I do!” Kett insisted, grabbing Autumn’s biceps and squeezing with all his might. “I fucking love you Autumn! I’m in love with you!”
“Let go of me Kett, you’re hurting me!” Autumn insisted, an urgency laced in her voice that now mirrored her deranged stalker’s.
But Kett didn’t listen…
“You’re the only person who’s ever nice to me! You’re the only thing I fucking care about! This is NOT how this was supposed to go! FUCK! I love you! And ya know what!?” His eyes darkened even further. “You love me too! You just don’t know it yet!”
“Let me go!” Autumn shouted, trying to remove Kett’s grip with frenzied fingers.
“And I’m gonna make you see!”
“Kett stop!”
But he still wasn’t listening, instead of letting her go, Kett quickly spun her around, pushing her front into the deep-fryer before using his hips to apply pressure and hold her struggling form in place. “You’re gonna see how much I love you, and you’re gonna learn to love me back,” he lectured as he reached around in search of the buttons on Autumn’s Levi jeans, convinced that once he claimed her she’d intrinsically fall into her natural place: by his side.
“Kett, please stop! No, no, no! You have to stop!” She screeched, trying to wriggle around and push her attacker off.
“I’ll make you see!” Kett growled as he pried her Levis open and began shifting them down her hips.
“STOP!” Autumn screeched, throwing her head back and landing a perfect blow to Kett’s nose. There was a sickening crunch, a yelp, and then the pressure against her back disappeared.
She wasted no time, Autumn turned toward the exit, moving to run when she immediately collided with the bucket of fry-oil, the large thing toppling over and sending a wave of grease onto the floor. She stumbled, the moment almost seeming to happen in slow motion, falling in mid air until she came to the ground with a hard thud. All the air immediately fled her lungs, leaving a crushing agony in it’s wake that tightened in her chest and twisted her stomach to nausea.
Fry-oil immediately coated her forearms in an uncomfortable film. It saturated her frumpy work-smock until it smeared the skin of her breasts and belly, seeping into her Levis to stain her calves and thighs. Even the tip of her braid was quickly soaked through. But before she could even come to her senses, Kett was on top of her, using his superior strength to easily flip her around so she was on her back. The fry-oil then infiltrated the backside of her clothing, soiling the skin beneath, thoroughly dirtying everything until it was as if she’d been oiled down for execution by ceremonial pyre.
Kett’s expression was seething, the blood dripping from his nose only enhancing his crazed menace as he seized on Autumn's immobility and began yanking her Levis down her legs. She tried to form words; tried to scream at him to stop; tried to shout for help, but the only sound that departed her lips was a pitiful wheeze.
“Why did you do that?!” Kett asked, his voice wounded, not physically but spiritually, as if Autumn defending herself had hurt his feelings. “Why are you making me hurt you, Autumn!?” He followed-up as he pulled her pants down, wrestling to pull them over her pristine chuck-taylors. “I’m just trying to show you how much I love you; how we’re supposed to be together!”
“You’re insane!” Autumn shouted in her head, but what actually came out was: “Ya—sehh!” A pathetic sound born of the crushing sensation still nesting in her chest, the painful squeeze keeping her just docile enough to make easy work for Kett to rip her panties off and position himself between her thighs.
“You’ll see!” He assured her as he fought to collect both her hands in one of his own, balling them into a single fist where he then held them down above her head. “After we make love, you’re gonna see: we’re meant to be together. Forever.”
Kett paused then, only for a second but so much seemed to be happening inside him in that one dense moment. He looked down, lovingly, admiring Autumn as though she were the last beautiful thing left in a world intent on decay. The world stained things. It stole them, corrupted them. But not her. Never her. If he could’ve folded reality over the two of them like a blanket, sealing them away where nothing could tarnish her beyond his reach, he would’ve done it without hesitation, for his love was not the kind that set birds free, it was the kind that built cages and called the lock devotion.
“You’ll see,” he murmured, his recent rage now replaced by a maniacal tenderness as he unzipped his pants, whipped out his cock, and guided the tip to her entrance before pushing it in with an ease that suggested he’d done something like it a hundred times before. “By the end of all this you’ll see,” he reiterated as he thrust a quarter of himself in and out, working her unaroused tightness open to create a happier hole for himself. “You’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours.”
Autumn gasped, baring her teeth and clenching them through another wave of immeasurable agony as her psychotic co-worker whispered of love and raped her on the oil-soaked floor. Her back glided against the tile with every thrust, the texture of the oil making her skin feel heavy and wrong. The sensation was almost more discomforting than the unwanted fullness of Kett’s cock pumping deeper inside her with every snap of his narrow hips; that loathsome oil forever his vile assistant. It was as if the oil was raping her right alongside Kett, and they both made her sick!
“P-please,” she murmured, her eyes filling with tears as her lungs had finally rejuvenated enough for crying and speaking. “S-stop.”
“Shhhhhh,” he cooed between breathless grunts of pleasure. “It’s for your own good. For our own good. I’ll make you so happy, Autumn. I swear. God I love you so much!”
“Please!” She groaned, trying to use the oil to her advantage and slip her hands out of Kett’s grip, but it was no use, she just wasn’t strong enough.
Kett’s cock kept plunging in and out, the wet squelching sounds of intercourse even more profane because of the lubricating oil. The yellowish beads ran down her pelvis and between her legs, mixing with the fluids from her sex while Kett’s hips kept orbiting, burying himself balls deep with every rotation. Autumn’s legs were spread wide around her attacker, knees bent, feet sliding on the floor as he pounded into her, every movement dragging that unpleasant sensation across her skin until her entire being had been completely infected by both Kett and oil.
“K-kett,” she whimpered through her tears, arching her back against the oily kitchen floor. “P-please, s-stop!”
“Shhshh, baby, it’s alright. You’ll see,” he assured her breathlessly, his free hand darting down to the hem of Autumn’s shirt to push it up and uncover her oil-soaked bra. “I need to see all of you,” he explained as he pushed her bra up in the same fashion to reveal her large weighted breasts.
Kett’s heart nearly stopped from the magnitude of beauty that suddenly graced his eyes. “God, you’re so gorgeous,” he murmured as he lowered his head to one of her erect pink nipples and began sucking tenderly. The bland waxy taste of the fry-oil didn’t even bother him, he was far too enamored with everything else to be perturbed by something as inconsequential as a disagreeable flavor.
Pleasure snaked out from Kett’s mouth, slithering over the nerves in Autumn’s breast before descending to her violated pussy; adding ever more shameful wetness to join the prominent oil. She gasped through the harrowing sensation, through the pleasure and displeasure that was confusing her mind as much as her flesh. And against all her wishes, against her will, and against the instability of her own dignity, the walls of her pussy clenched down on the cock ravishing her and she moaned her involuntary approval.
“Ah, you like it when I suck your nipples,” Kett observed crudely yet self-assuredly, as if that one single response of appreciation had finally surmounted his life-long quest for confidence. “I’d suck them all day if I could,” he declared as he moved to suckle on her other breast with just as much passion as the first.
Autumn only whimpered in reply as she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, her rapist’s cock now tunneling so deep she was sure she could feel it ramming up into her throat. Aversion bloomed inside her. Every fiber of her being strained to lean away from him, the same involuntary flinch that came before touching a hot stove. But there was nowhere to lean. No distance to create. She was trapped in her own disgust.
Meanwhile, Kett was nearly overwhelmed by pleasure. Between the sensation of Autumn’s nipples in his mouth, her tight satin walls hugging his cock, and her tiny feminine whimpers warming his ears, his body was swelling faster than he could manage. Every stroke was pushing him closer to a zenith he just wasn’t willing to succumb to yet. And so he gave himself respite by leaving her tits, and in doing so, discovered she was looking away from him with her eyes crammed shut and a pained look on her face; panting erratically through the experience that was supposed to be the defining moment of both their lives.
Anger simmered in Kett’s chest, frustration pinching his lustful expression into something feral and furious. Violent tension fizzled all around him. She should’ve been thanking him! Thanking him for all the pleasure he was giving her and for being patient enough to show her who she was truly meant to be; who they were both meant to be. He could’ve just ended her when she’d rejected him, but he was kind enough to show her, and here she was looking away from him with her eyes closed like he was some kind of terrifying monster! His hurt and anger was immediately transferred over to Autumn as he fucked her harder and faster, punishing her for this flagrant ingratitude.
The feminine whimpers Kett had been enjoying quickly devolved into hardy yelps of pain, but he enjoyed those in a different way. In a way that leaned toward accomplishment: the triumph of an unpleasant duty carried through to a bitter end.
“Look at me!” he ordered, his words scathing and breathless. “You look at me while my cock’s inside you!”
Autumn’s face collapsed, desperate sobs ringing between her yelps of anguish, but the fear of what Kett might do if she disobeyed was far more prevalent than her disinclination to look at him and so she turned her head and opened her tearful eyes.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he purred, a bit of his rage fluttering away as he saw just how quickly (how willingly) she obeyed him. But that leniency never translated to his thrusting hips. He never eased his debilitating pace, not even a little bit. “Now, I know it hurts, baby,” he cooed through labored breath. “But you have to learn. It’ll only make our love stronger.”
Kett then began fucking Autumn like he was trying to break her, and in many ways he was. He was trying to destroy the part of her that had rejected him and build the vision he’d made of her inside his mind; force feeding her his dreams with his cock. Her pussy was stretched around his thick shaft, gripping tight as he used her so roughly, his fingers digging into her wrists hard enough to leave his mark, but she never broke eye contact.
She was at least trying to be his good girl.
The thought alone, of Autumn accepting the fate Kett had outlined for her, sent a pleasant chill down his spine, making him growl and plow into her even more explosively. He could feel her pussy clench around him, an involuntarily reaction from the sheer intensity which he interpreted as raw passion, the notion itself feeding the monster of his ego and wetting the dry ground of his self esteem. His free hand came up to bracket Autumn’s jaw before drifting down to rest on her throat, never squeezing yet making it known who held all the power.
And then he did the unthinkable: he lowered his lips to hers and captured them in a loving kiss—he knew it: she tasted like strawberries.
Autumn’s whole body tensed, brows furrowing as she accepted Kett’s tongue in her mouth with a sad little whimper. His tongue wandered with quiet purpose, exploring her as though committing every hidden contour to memory, each unhurried pass over teeth, tongue, or soft pallet, like an act of the most reverent possession.
“Tell me you love me,” he gasped as he pulled away from their kiss, his cock pistoning in and out of her soaked cunt at full force, his precum and her juices coating his shaft and dripping down to join the mess of oil all over the floor.
“P-please—Kett,” whimpered Autumn. “I-if you—if you really love me—please—s-stop.”
Kett’s expression sharpened with indignation. “Why won’t you love me?!” He raged, the force of his thrusting making Autumn’s whole body shake—and yet, he was trembling too. “Why won’t anyone just fucking love me!?” He roared, humping all his pain into the poor young woman who’d had the simple misfortune of becoming the pinnacle of his obsessive heart. “Why does this happen, every, single fucking time!? God! Why won’t any of you bitches just fucking love me?!”
“Aow, Kett, stop! Please! Please, stop!” Autumn wailed, her voice splintered by broken sobs, each word smaller and dimmer than the one before it. As though hope itself was being fucked right out of her. Panic clawed through her chest, tears streaming down her crimson cheeks as her body screamed bloody murder from the sheer brutality of Kett’s cruel attention. She apologized in between ragged breaths without even knowing what she was apologizing for, desperate to find any combination of words that might finally make the nightmare end.
He was getting close, desperation and heightened emotion pushing Kett all too quickly toward the final throes of wretched passion. “Just say it!” He snarled, his voice full of lust, violence, and the tears he refused to let fall. “Just tell me you fuckin’ love me, you evil fucking cunt!”
“Okay, okay, I love you! I fucking love you!!!” Autumn capitulated with a shrill cry, her back arching in a spiritual torment as such damning words poisoned her tongue and putrified her to the very soul.
“Fuck,” Kett whimpered in a pitiful murmur, burying himself to the hilt before shooting his love deep inside Autumn; intermingling their essence until they’d been blended as one. His thrusts never ceased for the entire duration of his climax, as if he were trying to pump as much of himself into her, as far and deep as it would possibly go.
“I knew you loved me,” Kett panted after a time, nearly laughing from the effects of Autumn’s forced reassurance. “I knew you were different from the others.” He paused to roll his lips, looking down at Autumn with doting eyes. “We’re meant to be together, baby. You can see it now, can’t you?”
“Sure, Kett,” she rasped, both syllables dragged from a spirit exhausted by both agony and terror; not belief shaping her words, only the instinct to avoid anymore suffering. Her eyes then sagged beneath the weight of an unstable peace before finally surrendering, the darkness itself her only solace in that cold desolate moment.
“I can see it.”
–End
Thanks for reading and for all your feedback! 
and of course, I’m happy to hear my use of the oil prompt took u by surprise 
However, during my editing process I felt a bit, idk, I guess nervous that the food court wouldn’t count as a use of the prompt so I threw in the little tid-bit about the courts ushering Kett into foster care when originally that sentence had only been about foster care 
So ya caught me red handed there! 
So it was really hard for me to pick and choose which elements of Kett’s obsession to showcase and which to leave out. If this story wasn’t for a contest I think it would have easily exceeded 10k words as a one shot. But I had him focus on her physical appearance because a lot of what drives his obsession is actually just lust. He’s not right in the head so he mistakes infatuation for legitimate love…which brings us to your next point. He is not simply obsessed with her because she’s pretty or even just because she’s nice or that he’s lusting after her. He has MAJOR issues with love. Half of his mania comes from wanting to be loved SO SO badly that it makes him dangerous. I did try and convey that aspect by mentioning how his parents abused and neglected him; how he moved from loveless home to loveless home after being put in foster care; him emphasizing how happiness wasn’t in the cards for him; how he had no friends; his lamentation of 'why won't any of you bitches love me' rhetoric at the end, etc. but I guess it fell a bit short over all! 
cause no lie that sounds CREEEEPPPPYYYYY af! Some old dude fixated on a literal teenager is always disturbing….like roses?!? That’s INSANE 
We had armed campus police officers at my high school, so unauthorized trespass was totally unheard of. I'm shook some old dude was able to infiltrate your school, ngl! 
Thanks for reading and taking the time to drop me a line! I appreciate the gracious compliments! And yes, the oil was almost as disgusting as the rapist 
I’m so happy you enjoyed it ^.^ And yes there's still some time for more contestants to drop their stories!! We'll see what the future holds 