Skibidi Toilet Camera Man Novels & Stories

he replied. After ending the call with Camila, Ethan wasted no time in taking action. He swiftly dialed the number of the company's CCTV department, his voice filled with urgency as he spoke to the person on the other end. "I need you to send me a clear picture of the woman who entered my office in a mini skirt. And tell me, was the CCTV in my office functioning?" The voice on the other end, belonging to the man in charge of the CCTV department, responded promptly. "Yes, Mr. Whitlock, the CCTV in your office was indeed operational. I will send you the clear picture and the footage right away."

Just as he was about to turn it off, the computer went back to normal and launched a video window. The lighting in the video was very good, and Brandon saw a dying man lying on the ground. The man wore the uniform of Club Lunaris and was lying in a pool of his own blood. Brandon’s eyes suddenly widened. He had been trying and failing to contact that person. Why was that man in the video? The waiter lying on the ground moaned. His breath was weak and he was obviously in pain. Soon, a tall man in a fox mask entered the frame. The man stepped in front of the camera and stared at Brandon with cold eyes. “President Madden.”

POV Gabriel I was so focused on getting Skay to come with me that I never noticed the man near the hospital entrance snapping photos; only the flash blinding my vision caught my attention. I lunged toward him and ripped the camera out of his hands. The man stumbled backward, losing his balance and falling, startled. I deleted the memory card and handed the camera back, leaning in to give him an order: “If a single photo of this moment shows up on social media, in any magazine, or in some gossip rag, you’re going to regret ever crossing my path. Do you understand?”

Ethan, with a more serious demeanor, signaled the bodyguards and they yanked the man’s face up. Adrian saw his face clearly. He had a scar that ran from the bridge of his nose to his left jaw. From how rugged he looked, this definitely wasn’t a clean man. “Who are you?” Adrian asked again. The man just threw his head back, giving a maniacal laugh. Alex snatched the camera and brought it to Adrian,and that was when the man’s face changed. Adrian noticed and went through the camera. This wasn’t a shot of any of them. It was a shot of Lucia alone. All angles.

Alana said as she moved behind me and took off the blindfold. I blinked my eyes a few times and then threw up all over myself. Standing in front of me, with drops of cum still hanging from his cock, was Tim. He looked down at me and sneered, "What does it feel like to have a real man's dick in your mouth." Standing ten feet behind him was Todd holding a video camera. I had just been videotaped sucking another man's cock! Alana was wiping my face and trying to clean up the mess I'd just made when I had the sudden realization that another man's cum had just gone down my throat and I threw up again.

I said and bowed, keeping my gaze on my feets. He didn't reply but turned his laptop around to me, and used his fingers, motioning me to come closer and look into it. My brows automatically rose as I stared at the video playing, which was just a tape from the CCTV camera in one of the rooms I cleaned. The one where I drank water from the sink in the toilet. Seriously??

the ringleader hissed aggressively. "Hey, I appreciate the fact you think I'm pretty, man," the dude replied, still taking refuge behind Camille. "But look they're CCTV cameras here and they'll capture every single thing you guys plan on doing here." Instantly, everywhere grew silent, and then the thugs burst out in laughter again— this time genuinely amused. Camille shook her head. Can this man ever shut up? "Those things haven't been working for ages," she said to him. His eyes widened. "Huh? For real?"

The devil is a devil even without being messed with, but now that she got triggered, there's no doubt that not everyone will leave this place alive. Someone has to die, either the traitor or any unfortunate soul. "Lambo, the footages" she said, and Lambo stepped forward with a wide tab. No one except Lambo and Toyota knows about the cameras in each room. Tiny mini ones which can't be seen easily, and that's why it's so easy to give privacy per person, nothing happens without captures, everything is programmed. Toyota took the tab and began scrolling through the footage of every room, watching the movements of everyone.

My arms trembled as I held the weapon up and waited for a monster to show up. ​But the room remained terrifyingly still. ​"Put the decanter down, printsessa. You’ll only mess up the carpet if you drop it," the man's voice echoed again. He sounds close, yet entirely detached. ​I whipped my head around, tracing the sound, and my eyes finally locked onto a tiny gleam high up in the opposite corner of the ceiling. ​Nestled right into the molding was a small camera. A tiny red light was blinking rhythmically in the center of the lens and it focused directly on me.

Sucking in air, he went to the fridge to grab a cold juice, while Abby changed clothes. “What the hell is this?” She stormed down the passage and held one of their surveillance cameras out to him. Max sipped his pineapple juice. “Where did you get that?” “In the freaking bathroom! The bathroom, Max!” “I understand you’re upset—” “You’re damn right I’m upset! Oh God. You’ve seen me on the toilet! In the shower! Oh crap.” “You were a suspected terrorist. We install cameras everywhere. Now we use them to keep you safe.” “In the bathroom? What? In case a giant poop wrestles me down the toilet?”