Depends On Who You Ask...

The next morning, you wake up and open the window. No stalker. Imagine that. But, you're willing to bet that she paid you a visit last night. You made sure to do shirtless cartwheels, masturbate once or twice, and even do a rendition of Gilbert and Sullivan. It's important to keep a guest entertained. Once, you ascertained you weren't being watched, you log on to your computer to look over the footage since you put up the camera.

At first you notice nothing unusual. Then you notice nothing unusual. Then at last, right near the end of the video you notice....nothing unusual still. She didn't pay you a visit last night apparently.

Maybe she only stalks you occasionally? Would the camera you put up even have enough of a battery life for you to catch her? But there were alot of pictures in the backpack. She must have been taking a picture of you on a daily basis to get that kind of numbers. Well, she's certainly going to be here tomorrow.

But then, something odd strikes you. The camera in the video was close enough to see inside your room. In fact, your entire performance last night was picked up by the camera. Didn't you set the camera up a bit further back than that. You go to the window and check again. The camera does seem a bit closer than yesterday. You wonder what could have happened that would-

Oh, that fucking bitch.

She hacked your own camera and then moved it into a position where she could watch you make an ass out of yourself for her. You know that in whatever hell she crawled out of that she probably spent the whole night giggling at you. You're going to have to step up your game. This means war.