Chapter 31 Voyeur adventures(1)

• It's only been a month since I moved in and I swear someone is watching me. I know it may sound paranoid as a statement, but ever since I moved to this small neighbourhood where everyone looks the same and people are replaced by robots or actors like in 'The Truman Show', I am quite convinced that someone is watching me at night when I undress.
• I moved for work and honestly that's all I care about. I don't have much time to waste with a weak little man who doesn’t have the confidence to face me. Besides, virile men, I don’t like them as well, they are overconfident, insecure and patriarchal. I like men who are tender, who rely on you, whom you can dominate, whom you trust to be faithful or else they will be punished. That sort of thing. 
• Anyway, the other day, someone was watching me. I was sure of it. I was in my underwear and I turned around trying to find out who was watching, but there was no one. I started looking around desperately at the ceiling, the floor, everywhere. And that's when I noticed the hole in the wall that was just below the ceiling. I knew that on the other side of the wall was a small storage room.