He couldn't control the urges. He had to see her again, even if it was just on the internet. There she was. Beautiful, exotic and sweet. Oh so sweet. He has watched her videos ever since he had stumbled upon it from the very beginning. She didn't know who he was but he knew who she was. He knew her very well. He has thought of it. The things that he would do to her. Sick and twisted and sadistic. How many times has he imagined her sweet and beautiful death? Countless times that it was impossible to remember. How many times has he pleasured himself because of it. He was a sick individual and he was proud of it. He couldn't contain it any longer. He knew where she lived. He'll swing by her place and just tell that he was her biggest fan.