Investigate with a innoccent peek

Bryce hesitated outside the bathroom door, the moans growing louder. His curiosity won out as he pushed the door open just enough to peer inside. What he saw made his blood run cold. Professor Victor stood over Heather, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her from behind. Heather’s vacant eyes stared blankly at the wall, her lips parted in silent, obedient moans. Megan was in the corner, her fingersin her own cunt Bryce stumbled back, bile rising in his throat. He fumbled for his phone, hands shaking as he dialed Stephanie’s number.

Stephanie's phone buzzed violently in her hand just as she was about to dial campus security. Bryce's name flashed on the screen. She answered with a trembling voice,

Stephanie- "Bryce?

Bryce - Oh god, something's—" "Steph, listen to me," Bryce hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Bryce -"It's Professor Victor. He's in the third-floor bathroom with Heather and Megan. He's—fuck—he's doing something to them. Their eyes... they're not right."

Stephanie's breath caught. Her gaze flicked back to Alexa's lifeless body, the unnatural pallor of her skin, the faint bruises around her neck.

Stephanie "Bryce... Alexa's dead."

Bryce’s voice crackled through the phone. "Steph, get out of there now—" The line went dead as Stephanie felt a cold hand close around her wrist. Alexa’s fingers wrapped around her wrist, her lifeless body now sitting upright on the bed. Her blue eyes—once bright and full of mischief—were now glassy and crimson, fixed on Stephanie with eerie intensity.

"Stephanie..." Alexa’s voice was a wet, unnatural rasp, her lips barely moving.

Alexa- "Stay with me."

Stephanie's breath hitched as Alexa's crimson eyes locked onto hers, pulsing with an unnatural, hypnotic glow. The room seemed to tilt—colors bled into each other, shadows stretching like liquid toward the ceiling. Alexa's lips curled into a slow, dreamlike smile.

Akexa- "Don’t be afraid..."

Alexa murmured, her voice syrupy and thick, wrapping around Stephanie’s thoughts like smoke. Stephanie’s muscles slackened. Her panic dissolved into warmth, her heartbeat slowing to match the rhythmic pulse of Alexa’s thumb stroking her wrist. The edges of her vision darkened, narrowing until all she could see were those mesmerizing red irises, pulling her deeper.

Alexa's grip tightened, her fingers icy against Stephanie's skin.

"Okay," Stephanie whispered,

her voice dripping with unnatural sweetness.

Alexa- "You're going to be perfect now, Stephanie. Just like me."

Stephanie's thoughts grew sluggish, her resistance melting away. A warm, tingling numbness spread through her limbs, her eyelids fluttering as Alexa's crimson gaze consumed her.

"Yesss," Alexa cooed

tilting Stephanie's chin up with her free hand.

Alexa - "Let go. It feels so much better when you stop fighting."

Stephanie whimpered, her knees buckling as Alexa guided her down onto the bed., and started stripping herEach brush of her dead skin sent shivers through Stephanie's body—not just from fear, but from the strange, creeping warmth spreading through her veins. Her thoughts blurred, her protests dying in her throat as Alexa whispered,

"Shhh... just let it happen."

Meanwhile, Bryce stood frozen outside the bathroom, his phone slipping from his numb fingers. The moans inside had shifted—no longer just Heather’s hollow whimpers, but something deeper, blissful

Unable to resist, Bryce leaned closer, pressing his eye to the narrow gap of the door. His breath caught in his throat. Professor Victor had Heather pinned against the sink, her body limp and pliant in his grasp. But it wasn’t just them anymore—Megan was on her knees now, crawling toward Victor with her fingers trailing up Heather’s leg. Bryce runs.stumbling backward, his breath ragged—as the bathroom door creaks wider behind him. Heather’s hollow moans chase him down the hallway, mingling with Megan’s delirious giggles. His sneakers squeak against the linoleum as he rounds the corner, heart hammering. Stephanie

. He has to get to Stephanie. But when he bursts into her dorm room, the sight steals the air from his lungs. Stephanie lies sprawled across her bed, her uniform unbuttoned, her skin flushed. A naked Alexa straddles her, Alexa's hand carresing Stephanie’s breast, their lips inches apart.