Choke
He had been watching her since she was very young, though it was when she turned sixteen that he started to feel how much suffering she had done onto him. Little by little, a kind of aggravation built up inside of him and he was not even sure why or how she had gotten so much under his skin.
He considered many things, mulling over her aspects with great vexation, circling around and around in his chaotic head, and every time his thoughts made a round, he had gained in his displeasure of her.
“Her voice is very unpleasant.”
“Even if I could get used to it, listening to the way she talks is painful… like putting my face against hot asphalt.”
“She laughs like a dying sheep. I can’t stand it.”
“Must she chew like that? It’s disgusting.”
As the years changed, he started to fret at the sight of her more and more. And things got worse when she had started to form her own opinions about the world. At her sixteenth birthday, she declared on her social media page that she wanted to use Ms. instead of the Miss she had been using before. It bothered him. He didn’t like it.
“Who the hell would care! Why would anyone make a post like this!”
She started to say things. She had a voice. She was outspoken and she wasn’t shy with her opinions.
He stewed. An image started to form in his mind. Ropes and bindings and a fitting end to a writhing agony. It took a hold in his dreams, deep and dark, he imagined her bound and tamed. It was strangely exciting. The thoughts kept him elated that he revisited them many times.
Though he had been following her for years, she seemed to have no notice of him. In this arrangement, he found a little secret safety. He watched and seethed in silence, and shadowed her faithfully. By day, she fueled him with frustration, with all consuming rage, and by night, she was in his fantasies, winged with dark wings, sending him to whirlwinds of emotions.
She was constantly in his mind. A choke hold he could not escape.