Even today, three years later, I cannot tell you what the creature is, whether it has a name, or a certain purpose. I have tried to speak to it, but then it eludes me, making it extraordinarily difficult to find again. But it allows me follow it. To watch. To feed my insatiable, unhealthy lust I suffer because of it. But a certain distance only.
It looks human, but I can’t imagine it is. At least not without mutation. It appears to be a reasonably handsome man, and that’s the first indication of abnormality. From the first instant it comes within close proximity to a woman, a change comes over her. He (I’ll call it “he”) is not nearly attractive enough to draw attention from across a room. And yet, when he is close, the woman turns almost in shock, like the most gorgeous celebrity in her fantasies just said hello to her.
That face these women first make is what imprinted on my mind and created my obsession. That flush, the widening eyes, the parting lips, the nervous self-consciousness—they all made me burn to see where such potent desires would lead.