Durty




In a decrepit old house, there lived a disturbed man, his mind clouded by twisted desires. He would spend his days lurking in the shadows, watching unsuspecting women through peepholes and cracked doors. One fateful night, he stumbled upon a woman in her bedroom, sitting at a vanity mirror, innocently brushing her hair. His sick cravings ignited, his lust overpowering any hint of decency left within him. As he hid in the closet, his heart raced with anticipation, his perverted desires consuming him. He watched as she moved gracefully, unaware of the predator lurking nearby. And in his sick, twisted fantasy, he pleasured himself, feeding off the darkness that consumed his soul.