"Yeah, you like this, baby?" she whispers as she pulls her thin t-shirt over her head, arching her back to keep her breasts well in view of the webcam perched atop her monitor. Light slants in through the closed curtains in her room. It's a messy room, a college girl's room, rundown and half bare. She probably needs the money. I just need to watch.

"Yeah, yeah..." I coo back in my dark room, fumbling with the zipper on my pants. Diana is my favorite. Look at her cute, flat stomach, still with the belly ring she probably got in high school. So young. Her small white breasts almost glow in the light coming from her wide-open window.

Wait, wide-open? When did...?

My mouth drops as a man dressed in black swings a fist into Diana's face, sending her sprawling with a cry. She hits the ground with a thump so hard I almost feel it. Wait... did I feel that?

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The man picks her before I can blink, and swings her into a wall facefirst. Dark drops hit her keyboard, but that's not what I'm looking at. I'm looking at the picture frame that just jumped off the wall of my apartment. The wall that I share with a neighbor I've never met.

The man is ripping her clothes off and I hear her crying—crying from my webcam... and through the wall. Every thump as the man drags her to the bed reaches my ears twice.

Oh God. Diana is my neighbor. She lives right next door--and I can save her from this, from being raped, from being murdered!

Or I can watch.