Watching You

In the shadowy underbelly of betrayal, Jessie (Avi Love), a fragile beauty clawing for redemption after her scum-sucking boyfriend Ashton (Mike Mancini) fucked around on her, scrubs her laptop clean to erase every filthy trace of that prick. But the bastard's lurking at her door the second she steps inside, his venomous snarl exploding into a brutal showdown. 'You'll pay for this, you bitch!' he spits as she slams the door, heart pounding like a war drum. She's shaken, veins iced with fear, yet clings to the promise of escape from this nightmare. But her demons won't stay buried. A frantic call from her pal reveals her social feeds hijacked, blasted with sleazy bait: Jessie's 'down for any cock that wants her.' Then, a stranger's throbbing dick pic hits her phone, uninvited and obscene. Worst, her laptop's webcam flickers like a voyeur's eye, spying on her every intimate twitch. Panic claws at her throat; she dials Ashton, voice breaking in desperate pleas for him to back off. He laughs it off, calls her unhinged, a paranoid slut unraveling. Pushed to the brink, sweat-slicked and wild-eyed, Jessie spots a creepy sedan idling outside, its occupant the puppet master of her torment. Gripping a baseball bat like a lifeline, she charges into the night, fury blazing, primed to smash this threat to pieces. Unseen shadows coil tighter—Tommy Pistol waits in the darkness, the stalker whose twisted gaze has been devouring her every secret, every curve, ready to drag her into his forbidden abyss.