She ain’t a s** worker, she’s a model. And you give me too much credit. I’m an evil man, gleefully kicking someone while they’re down because of my own loneliness and lust. I did love this girl, and this obsession IS pretty much all I’ve got going on, but being a sympathetic villain doesn’t make you a hero. My mental state is deteriorating and that poor girl is going to continue to suffer worse and worse harassment as long as I’m still touch starved and lonely. I’m holding someone else responsible for my actions so I have an excuse to use them as a pincushion.