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I'm lying in bed, lost in my book. Then the ringing. Unknown number. I'm still losing weight. His voice. Deep. Somehow familiar, although I can never place his face. "I'm seeing you right now," he says simply. My heart stops, the view to the window - there, between the curtains, a shadow opposite. Where did he get my number? For whatever reason, I don't answer right away. Why does my breath get heavier as it whispers to me what to do next? The book falls. His instructions come, step by step, and I follow. First hesitantly, then faster, then lost. The camera next to the bedside table films everything as I expose myself to this strange voice, to his gaze from over there, to this desire to obey.