Chapter 2The Streamer's Final Show

I was born with fair skin and a soft voice. Add in my slender frame and small bone structure, and when I dress as a woman, I’m a knockout. Men lose their minds over me.

Since moving into this apartment complex, three men have targeted me.

The camera in the mirror was installed by my landlord. He's in his forties, chubby, with a perpetually friendly face. You’d never guess he was a voyeur.

My computer has remote control software installed. It can turn my machine on and off and access the webcam. Even when I shut down the stream, the person on the other end can turn the camera back on.

The culprit is the guy next door. He’s a freelancer with thick black-rimmed glasses, very quiet and polite. One day, my computer got a "virus" (which he planted), and he "fixed" it for me, installing the spyware in the process.

The last camera is hidden inside the smoke detector. I bought it from the guy who delivers my bottled water. The first time he delivered, he wouldn't shut up about fire safety. I played the concerned girl and let him install the detector.

These three cameras monitor every inch of my living room and my daily life.

Why haven't I called the police?

Because I planned this.

These three men are essential pieces in my game.