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There was his recent obsession.
Moving freely around that room, unaware of the static camera lens focused on their figure. He was still attentive to the movements without losing any of it.
The small, shy smile on the face of the owner of this apparatus came with eagerness to move a little closer to his bedroom window. Eager inside for much more than just photos and personal items of the unfortunate victim of his dark yearnings and goals in mind.
The awkward and harmless look regularly portrayed on his face was very contrasting with the twisted heart he carried, in alliance of violent and bloody ideas that showed as a main point to provoke pain. It was not a very good combination in conjunction with his obsessive personality.
Through the viewfinder he admired how [___] began to undress in front of the bed, turning facing away from it and showing the profile to the lense of the camera. Lifting up the T-shirt [___] had worn during the day, showing more skin to a nervous Jacob. However, he refused to stop looking, whether out of morbid curiosity or satisfaction, he paid more attention to [___]'s body.
Without realizing it, he began to feel sweat forming on his forehead, dampening a few strands near Jacob's forehead. He swallowed hard at the sight of the bare torso, resting his finger on a button on the camera and pressing it. Making a sound that spread around the room, with the slight embarrassment at having taken the picture the sweat increased a little more.
He bit his lower lip hard, analyzing the slow, patient movements as [ ___] undressed. The strength of his grip on the camera increased and with it so did the whitish color of his fingertips from the pressure. [___] started unzipping their pants, pulling them down in a leisurely rhythm.
He opened his eyes and the blood in his insides concentrated on his face, blushing profusely. He quickly took another snapshot as the underwear was instantly revealed. Now he felt the chill of autumn turn to the warmth of a sunny summer day, permeating his entire body.
He was completely intoxicated in his "pleasant" view. Appreciating with attentive eyes the vulnerable moment of which he is a spectator. It was an everyday activity, it was just as simple as changing into sleeping clothes. Something with no other hidden undertone beneath that action, yet Jacob was seeing so much more.
The appropriate thing to do was to be ashamed of the blood that was concentrated in his entrails excited by fantasies combined with the almost naked body he was contemplating from the camera. This guilt remains very little, after telling himself cheap excuses and the promise of love were enough to keep doing what he does. The remorse out of the scene from the first second of seeing a delicate part covered only by a piece of cloth.
He wanted to go easy this time, to find a way to get a little closer. An excuse to stay closer and smell the lovely scent of [___]'s shampoo. Hearing the voice he loved say his name, seeing that tongue move to pronounce his name was delightful to the blond. He enjoyed hearing each letter come out of that mouth he also longed to kiss.
A half smile spread on Jacob's face. The wonderful idea lit up his mind.
"A dinner might be a good idea."