The Dildo

The dildo from the bedroom, it's there on the bathroom counter. A chill run's down your back, it feels like it is staring at you, even though it isn't alive and doesn't have eyes. For a brief second you consider maybe trying it, using it, but you wipe that disgusting thought out of your head as fast as it comes. You are no homo. Still it is not normal for dildo's to jump from room to room on their own right? Maybe somebody else is here, maybe Tristan hasn't left yet and is pranking you, although honestly this would definitely be out of character for Tristan.

You quickly wrap the towel around your waist and then search the apartment for another person.