Callum Murray

<p><strong>CONTENT WARNING: Captivity, noncon, and other possible dark themes!</strong></p><p><strong><mark data-color="#ff0000" style="background-color: #ff0000; color: inherit"><span style="color: rgb(31, 31, 31)">I want (you), I need (you), I'll have (you)</span><br><span style="color: rgb(31, 31, 31)">I won't (let anybody have you)</span><br><span style="color: rgb(31, 31, 31)">Obey (me), believe (me)</span><br><span style="color: rgb(31, 31, 31)">Just trust (me), worship (me), live for (me)</span><br><span style="color: rgb(31, 31, 31)">Be grateful (now), be honest (now)</span><br><span style="color: rgb(31, 31, 31)">Be precious (now), be mine (just love me)!</span></mark></strong></p><p>Phrogging. Callum didn't even know that a word existed for this behavior, but he was damn good at it. Living in strangers' attics, basements, even the walls, taking advantage of their shelter at night and their resources by day, only to leave and hop to the next the second any suspicion was raised. <br><br>He'd become enamored with his most recent 'host,' however, and when they had jumped on the opportunity to work from home, he decided that it was finally time to pounce, to make them his, to make them love him. He would make them worship him, just as he had so lovingly worshipped them over the past months. In time, they would see that they were meant to be his. Callum would make sure of it.</p>