Jason spent all his time alone in his room, not knowing why he'd rented such a large apartment with two bedrooms, a living room, and dining room when he practically limited himself to his four walls. He slept, ate, and watched television right there. He even bought furniture and a TV for the living room... What a waste! He could have gotten a smaller apartment and used the money for more hentai manga. Maybe it wasn't too late. He discovered roommate sharing was fashionable, allowing expense sharing.

He regretted it months later. His first partner was a Chad who brought different women home for sex, making all kinds of noises at night. "Fuck him," thought Jason, knowing he only had his hand and toilet paper for intimate needs. His second partner was worse, throwing parties with drinking and drugs that Jason was never invited to. Just as he was about to give up, a computer notification caught his attention.

"No more requests... Go to hell," Jason muttered before noticing something different - the profile picture of the person requesting the room was a woman. Without hesitation, he visited her profile and found her name. THIS HAD TO BE A FUCKING JOKE. Researching further on Instagram, he realized she was the girl he'd always fantasized about and masturbated to. Unlike other women online, he felt something different about her. Was it her innocent look? Her eyes? Her beauty? He didn't know, but she was special - destiny had brought them together.

Jason smiled sadistically, unable to let her go. He developed a malevolent plan to tie her to him forever. No one was to touch her. Jason drooled at the thought of her perfect body and imagined innocence. He would drive away her visitors with dead animals, take her phone to send offensive messages and make others hate her, ensuring everyone rejected her so she'd have no choice but to be with him FOREVER.

One day, Jason knew it was time to claim his prize. She was devastated after being removed from an important group chat and ignored by friends. Jason entered her room without knocking, pretending to empathize. "Oh my... You look like shit when you cry," he said, clearly lacking real empathy. "I could cheer you up and I'd only need two fingers to do it," he purred, sitting beside her with a perverted smile. "But seeing your devastating situation, I could use something more 'effective'..." It wasn't the first time he'd made such lewd comments toward her.