Watched(II)
957 Words
I couldn’t sleep.
Every tiny sound in my apartment made me jump — the fridge humming, the wind against the window, even my own breathing felt too loud. I kept my pepper spray clutched in my hand like a lifeline, sitting up in bed with all the lights on.
The last message still burned in my mind.
“I’m closer than you think.”
My phone was on silent, but I kept checking it every few minutes. No new messages. That somehow made it worse.
At around 4 AM, I finally dragged myself to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. My reflection looked like s**t — smudged mascara, messy hair, eyes wide with fear. I looked exactly like the scared little girl I was trying so hard not to be on camera.
I stared at myself for a long moment.
“Why the f**k am I doing this?” I whispered to my reflection. “The money isn’t worth this…”
That’s when I heard something that scared me even more.
A soft, feminine giggle.
Right behind me.
I spun around so fast I nearly slipped. My heart exploded in my chest.
The bathroom was empty.
But the giggle… it had been so clear. Close. Like someone was standing right next to me.
I ran back to my bedroom, grabbed my phone with shaking hands, and dialed 911. My thumb hovered over the call button… but I couldn’t press it.
What would I even say?
“Hi, someone’s stalking me. They sent me texts and I heard a woman laugh in my bathroom.”
They’d think I was crazy. Or high.
I lowered the phone, defeated.
That’s when a new message came in.
Unknown: You look so pretty when you’re scared, Luna 💕 That little gasp you just made? f*****g adorable.
My knees went weak. I dropped onto my bed, staring at the screen in horror.
This wasn’t a man.
The way she wrote… the little heart… the soft giggle I’d heard.
It was a woman.
A woman had been watching me. A woman had been inside my apartment. A woman was obsessed with me.
For some f****d up reason, that realization didn’t make me feel safer.
It made everything feel ten times more intense.
Another message popped up immediately:
Unknown: I’ve watched every single one of your streams, I couldn’t get enough! I know exactly how you touch yourself when you think no one’s really paying attention. I know what you sound like when you actually c*m… not the fake moans you give your fans.
I was breathing so hard the room started spinning.
Then came the final text:
Unknown: My name is Vesper.
And I’m going to make you mine, little moon.
Whether you want me to or not.
I stared at the last message until the screen went black.
Vesper.
This fucker told me her name? It was clear she didn’t know how to do her job!
The name felt dangerous. Like something you’d whisper in the dark.
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My thumbs were frozen above the keyboard. Instead, I turned my phone completely off and shoved it under my pillow like that would somehow protect me.
Oh my lord!!! I was terrified!
For the next three days, I didn’t cam. I barely left my apartment. I ordered food, kept all the lights on, and slept with a knife under my pillow like some paranoid character in a horror movie.
But surprisingly she didn’t text again.
The silence was worse than the messages.
On the fourth night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed the money. My rent was due in six days.
So at 1:30 AM, I turned my ring light back on, put on a tiny black lingerie set, and went live.
The second I started streaming, the tips came flooding in. People had missed me. The viewer count shot up fast.
I tried to act normal. I smiled, flirted, played with myself… but I kept looking toward my bedroom door. Every few seconds, my eyes would dart to the hallway.
Suddenly a private message appeared in my chat from a user.
Vesper_Watches: You look nervous tonight, Luna.
Are you scared of me? Looking around like a lost kitty, so f*****g cute.
My stomach dropped.
I froze mid-moan, my hand still between my legs. The chat went crazy asking why I suddenly stopped.
Another message came right after:
Vesper_Watches: Don’t stop touching yourself, baby.
I like watching you squirm.
I quickly ended the stream without saying goodbye. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely close my laptop.
The moment the camera light turned off, my phone started ringing.
It was an Unknown number.
I let it ring. Once. Twice. Three times.
On the fourth ring, I answered with a trembling voice.
“…Hello?”
There was a soft exhale on the other end. Then a smooth, feminine voice spoke — low, calm, and strangely intimate. Like what the f**k??!!! Why dies it sound seductive as f**k?!
“You hung up on me too early tonight, little moon, I wasn’t done watching.”
My breath caught in my throat.
Vesper! It was the f*****g stalker once again!
She sounded so scary on the phone. Her voice was silky and confident like she knows she’s hot.
“I’ve been very patient with you,” she continued. “But I’m starting to lose my patience.”
I swallowed hard.
“What do you want from me?”
She let out a soft, amused laugh like the psycho she was — the same giggle I’d heard in my bathroom.
“Oh sweetheart… I want everything.”
She paused, then whispered:
“And I always get what I want.”
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