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It was a dark and stormy night when Liam's obsession began. The 16-year-old boy had always been fascinated by the secrets that lay hidden beneath the skirts of the women who walked through his city. He dreamed of seeing what their underwear looked like, wondering if they even wore any at all.

As he peeked through the dirty windows of his bedroom, Liam spotted his neighbor Sarah coming home from another long day at work. Her heels clicked on the pavement, accentuating the sway of her hips as she moved. Liam felt a rush of excitement as an idea formed in his twisted mind.

The next evening, Liam snuck out of his house, armed with his phone. He positioned himself near Sarah's usual entry point, hiding behind a bush. When he saw her approaching, he held the phone low, angling the camera to capture a perfect upskirt shot.

"Click!" The camera shutter sounded almost imperceptibly as Liam snapped a photo of Sarah's lacy black panties. She continued walking, oblivious to the violation, but Liam was already planning his next move. He slid out from behind the bush and positioned himself near the corner where Sarah always turned.

As Sarah stepped onto the sidewalk, Liam couldn't help but notice the small, slimy trail her high heel left behind. A snail, squashed beneath her shoe, oozed out its guts in a display of grotesque art. Liam was surprised to find himself getting aroused by this odd sight.

Over the next few weeks, Liam continued his candid photography, always aiming to capture the perfect upskirt in the most degrading of circumstances. He compiled his photos, setting them to music and uploading them to TikTok under an anonymous account. The views and likes piled up as viewers both shuddered and masturbated to the content.

But Sarah began to notice strange looks and whispered conversations whenever she went out in public. Snails and bugs seemed to be everywhere she went, as if they were being deliberately left in her path. Then, one evening, she caught a glimpse of the video playing on someone's phone.

Recognition dawned, and Sarah's heart began to pound. Someone had been filming her upskirt, violating her privacy in the most degrading way possible. She thought back to the snails, realizing that whoever was behind this was far more twisted than she could have imagined.

Sarah went to the police, explaining the situation and showing them the video. They began an investigation, but with no leads on the anonymous account, they soon hit a dead end. Sarah was left to live her life in fear, always watching her back and dreading the feeling of squish beneath her feet.

Meanwhile, Liam was basking in the success of his videos. He had become a master of the candid upskirt, always finding new and creative ways to degrade the women of his city. But deep down, he knew that this obsession would only lead to his downfall. The rush of power and control was addictive, but the guilt gnawed at him like a festering wound.

As the videos continued to gain traction, Liam's fear grew. He knew that eventually, someone would track him down, exposing his twisted desires to the world. He began to live in a constant state of paranoia, jumping at the slightest noise and flinching at the sight of a bug.

One night, as Liam sat hunched over his phone, editing a new video, he heard a knock at the door. His heart leaped into his throat as he realized that the police had finally found him. He closed the computer and pulled the cord, hiding any evidence of his crimes.

But as he opened the door, he found himself face to face with Sarah. She stood there, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and fear, holding a small shoebox in her hands. Liam's mind raced as he tried to process the situation, but before he could speak, Sarah dumped the contents of the box at his feet.

Dozens of snails, writhing and slimy, slithered across the floor. Liam felt his stomach churn as he realized the true extent of Sarah's vengeance. She had been leaving the snails for him all along, a sickening twist of his own obsession against him.

As Liam stood there, paralyzed by horror, Sarah spoke. "I know what you've been doing," she said, her voice cold and detached. "I've seen the videos. And now, I'm going to make sure that everyone else does too."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Liam alone with the squirming remnants of his own depravity. He knew that his life was over, that he would never be able to escape the consequences of his actions. As he felt the first snail squish beneath his shoe, Liam closed his eyes and waited for the end to come.