I felt sick.My knees buckled.I dropped the phone.It clattered against the floor, the video still playing, the sounds echoing through the apartment like a violation.I crawled toward it, hands shaking, and paused the screen.Stared at the frozen image.Her face.My face.Was it deepfake?Was it staged?Was it… me?I didn’t know.I couldn’t know.And that was the worst part.Because if he could fake this…What else could he do?I sat there, in the dark, the video paused on a version of myself I didn’t recognize, and felt the walls close in.Somewhere, out there, someone was watching.Someone who knew me.Someone who wanted to break me.And I had no idea how far they’d already gone.I didn’t sleep that night.Not even for a moment.The video had embedded itself into my mind like a parasite, replaying in endless loops, each frame more disturbing than the last. I kept watching it over and over again, pausing at every second, zooming in on the edges, searching desperately for a glitch, a
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