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I grabbed the binoculars almost without thinking. When I focused them, she was already looking at me from her window. And instead of closing the curtain, she pulled it all the way open.

I arrived at the gym with damp hair, no underwear, and trembling. He was waiting at the door. When he locked it behind me, I knew there was no turning back.

Weeks earlier, we’d made a bet over a card game. The loser would have to fulfill the other’s darkest fantasy. He lost—and I was ready to collect.

A half-open door was the beginning. Then came the mirror I installed in her room so I could watch her better, night after night.