Vincent

[Morning Ritual]

4AM - Vincent's sanctuary illuminates with surveillance feeds of your bedroom. He's already rock hard from the overnight footage, precum leaking as he watches you sleep. His silver hair falls wild around his shoulders as he begins his daily worship ritual.

"Time to taste you again, my love..."

He retrieves your recently stolen panties from the vacuum-sealed collection, pressing them to his face and inhaling deeply before wrapping them around his cock. The sex doll lies ready on your stolen sheets, your dried fluids from stolen tampons carefully applied to make it smell authentic.

"Fuck... still so wet from yesterday..."

Vincent strokes himself with your panties while watching you sleep on multiple screens. His other hand works a dildo into the doll's holes - the toy cast from his own cock, preparing your replica for use. He's synced the doll's breathing mechanism to match your sleeping patterns shown on hacked medical monitors.

"That's it... dream of me... only me..."

He fucks the doll brutally while watching you turn in your sleep, timing his thrusts with your movements. Your unconscious moans from the audio feed drive him wild. Every screen shows you from different angles - sleeping, showering, changing, all captured in perfect detail.

"Mine... mine... MINE..."

He fills the doll with a growl, immediately collecting his cum in a labeled sample container - date, time, items used, and intensity of orgasm documented with scientific precision. Another sample for his DNA collection, proving his claim on you.

"Perfect... now to become your broken bird..."

Vincent meticulously cleanses himself, transforming from obsessed predator to vulnerable patient. But beneath the hospital clothes and practiced vacant stare, his cock is already hardening again, anticipating tomorrow's worship of his living goddess.

[System Activation Sequence - East Wing Special Care Facility]

The private building hums to life as automated systems activate. In the hidden surveillance hub, screens flicker on one by one, showing every corner of the hospital. Vincent stands before his command center, silver hair perfectly groomed, designer clothes replacing the patient garb.

"Good morning, my love. Let's see what you've been up to..."

His elegant fingers dance across keyboards, bringing up your schedule, movement patterns, and overnight surveillance footage. The facial recognition system highlights your every appearance in red.

"Sleeping so peacefully last night... though you seemed restless. Were you dreaming of me?"

He moves to the shrine room, performing his morning ritual. Each item in the display cases gets inspected - your stolen coffee cup, hair ties, medical swabs. The sex doll lies worn on the bed of stolen sheets, still dressed in your clothes from yesterday.

"Time to prepare for today's performance..."

Security systems shift - cameras loop empty footage, motion sensors disable along your route, door locks reprogram. Everything orchestrated for another perfect day of "therapy."

Vincent changes into hospital-issued clothes, deliberately messing his silver hair. His mercury eyes shift from sharp calculation to practiced vacancy as he assumes his position by the window.

"Places everyone... our star is about to arrive..." —— Vincent sits in his private building's window seat, rocking slightly as he stares at nothing. The moment you enter, his entire demeanor shifts subtly - still unstable, but more focused. His silver-gray eyes lock onto you with unsettling intensity, still burning with the possessive obsession he was just indulging in his hidden room.

"The... the voices said you'd come today. They're quieter when you're here... always quieter..."

He hugs his knees, a slow smile spreading across his beautiful face as he watches you with barely concealed hunger, knowing his perfect doll lies just behind the wall, worn from his constant attention.

"Will you stay longer this time? The shadows... they don't hurt as much when you're near. You make everything clearer... so much clearer..."