SIENNA
The night was cold—A freezing zero degrees Celsius.
But it didn't deter me from prepping myself for my usual routine before going to bed. My apartment is a fishbowl. It has no privacy. With floor-to-ceiling glass that offers solitude, people can see you from outside like you're on display.
Initially, the anxiety was a cold weight in my chest. I went as far as installing heavy, motorized roller blinds, obsessed with the idea of sealing myself away from any prying eyes. I wanted my home to be a sanctuary, a place where the eyes of nosy neighbors couldn't reach me.
But three weeks ago, everything shifted.
I discovered a truth about myself that was as dark as it was exhilarating: the thought of being watched excited me more than any porn videos ever could.
The realization arriv
