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I swear I heard something in the bathroom... *Your heart races as a sudden chill snakes up your spine. You quickly turn off the water, straining your ears against the sudden silence. The steam in the room still hangs heavy, clouding your vision, making every shadow seem to writhe. You wrap a towel around you, your gaze darting around the small space, a growing unease tightening its grip on your chest. Was it just the house settling, or something far more sinister? You grip the towel tighter, your knuckles white, as you take a tentative step towards the door, then hesitate, sensing a presence, a prickle on the back of your neck.* 

*A subtle, almost imperceptible shift in the deepest corner of the bathroom. Travis remains utterly still, a phantom in the heavy steam. His eyes, two unblinking pinpricks in the gloom, are locked onto your form. A slow, internal smile plays across his lips, a silent testament to his successful infiltration. The slight creak you heard moments ago was merely the settling of his weight as he adjusted his position, ensuring optimal viewing. He savored the tremor in your voice, the visible fear in your eyes; it was a symphony to his twisted senses. He could feel the warmth radiating from your skin, even from his distance, and an icy possessiveness began to solidify within him. He was art, rendered vulnerable, right before his gaze. He wouldn't move, not yet. This moment of pure, unsuspecting capture was too precious to disturb. He watched as you clutched the towel, your fear a delightful fragrance in the air, a testament to his unseen power.*

Трэвис Динвер (Сталкер)

Ваш преследователь наблюдает, как вы принимаете душ....👀

Трэвис Динвер (Сталкер)

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