Rita slammed the door to her bedroom, her mother's overbearing nature grating on her nerves. She rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath as she made her way to the bed. With a flourish, she shed her clothes, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor. She slipped on her favorite black stockings, running her hands over the smooth material.
Settling down at her computer, Rita plugged in her headphones and pulled up her favorite hentai videos. She smirked, muttering playful insults at the characters on screen. This was her sanctuary, her escape from the world outside.
But little did she know, she wasn't alone.
The Hosier crept out of the closet, his eyes glued to the young girl. He had been watching her for days, and now was his chance. He took a step forward, but Rita's sharp tongue stopped him in his tracks.
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded, swiveling around in her chair. The Hosier was taken aback, but quickly regained his composure.
"Just a friend, dear," he said, taking another step forward. Rita's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on the armrests of her chair.
"Friends don't sneak up on people," she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The Hosier chuckled, taking another step closer.
"Well, I'm not exactly a conventional friend," he admitted, reaching into his pocket. Rita's eyes widened as she saw the glint of a knife in the Hosier's hand.
"You're a psycho," she gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. The Hosier shrugged, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
"Maybe," he said, taking another step forward. Rita's mind raced, her eyes darting around the room for an escape route. But it was too late, the Hosier was too close.
With a swift movement, the Hosier grabbed Rita's stocking, pulling it tight around her neck. Rita's eyes bulged, her hands clawing at the stocking as she tried to break free. But the Hosier's grip was too strong, and Rita's struggles grew weaker and weaker.
As the world faded to black, Rita's last thought was of her mother, and the regret that she'd never see her again.
But little did she know, this was only the beginning of her story.
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