Stalked by a crazy fan

Parked in the middle of the lot in my van, I looked around at my surroundings, keeping an eye out for a very particular car that held the most precious gem in the world...

Zendaya.

Ever since I first saw her in the theater for Spiderman, I was hooked. The second I saw her, I had no care whatsoever for the story, the characters, or anything else the movie had to show. I was solely focused on one thing, one individual... Zendaya.

Even the name felt so special to say, like an exotic cocktail of **** and liquor.

Zendaya...

From her long slender legs to her tan smooth skin, her luscious brunette hair, plump pink lips, and that sultry stare she often gave the cameras just begging for her fans to lust after her; she was an icon of desire and lust.

A goddess of lust.

Some may have called my attention to her a creepy and disgusting obsession, but they were just ignorant of the truth. I wasn't obsessing over her, I was worshiping her. Worshiping her as she rightly deserved. The fact that they didn't see her the same way I did only proved how ignorant and unworthy they were... especially that pipsqueak of boy that called himself Tom Holland!

He wasn't a man! He was just an ignorant boy who didn't understand what presence he stood before. No. Only I did! If only I could meet her, show her my devotion, and prove to her that I was the only man worthy of being with her, not just as a boyfriend, but as a husband and worshiper too. I'd worship every inch of her perfect body with everything I had, I'd shower her with endless love and attention that she deserved, and most of all, I'd make sweet love to her constantly and for hours on end to ensure that she was completely satisfied and in bliss.

Couldn't she see it? Only I was worthy of her. Only I could care for her. Only I was worthy of worshiping her, loving her, fucking her...

Breeding her!

That was another thing that humanity seemed to be blind to. As such perfection of a goddess, Zendaya needed to be bred. It was only right that her body be used to spread angels of beauty across the world, to perfect and fix all that was wrong. She may have not said it directly, but I could see it in her eyes in the photos and videos. They spoke loud and clear that she was waiting for someone worthy to take her and breed her.

And to think that some worthless scum, Tom Holland, would have the chance to taint her holiness with his seed!

NO!

The thought alone is what led me down the road to this point in time. Zendaya was a goddess, but also an innocent and lost lamb. It was up to me to save her from the world and give her what she deserved!

So it was that weeks' work of planning took place and I found myself here, parked near a gym, in a van, and with all the cargo I'd need to get the job done. There was always a chance this could end up failing, but I had backup plans and for what it's worth, the risk would be well worth it.

Don't worry my goddess. You'll be in good hands soon.