She watches him undress, conscious of how wrong what she’s doing is. Really, if you wanted to get technical, what THEY were doing was wrong. She didn’t even find the weird glitch, it was her roomate that had come running into the kitchen shrieking with glee almost a month earlier. It seemed her phone had synced up with the upstairs neighbor’s computer, and the webcam was running live. He was decent looking, and courteous. It just so happened that this particular evening, he had company. Naked, sweat-soaked company. from it’s perch on the table or whatever he had it situated on the machine had a commanding view of the ikea-ish twin bed he slept on. The bed he was currently standing next to slowly removing his torn and dirty clothes. She leaned in and stared intently, noting how slowly he moved, hos it seemed like he had trouble working the buttons on his shirt. Her brow furrowed and she glanced down at her own phone, wondering if she ought to text her roomie. When her gaze returned to the tv screen they had cast the feed to, she gasped and her heart hung still in her chest for a long moment. He had removed his shirt, and what she saw made her eyes widen with shock. His back was a raw bloody ruin. There wasn’t an inch that she saw which remained unaffected.