In the dead of night - the voyeur returns

Steve sat in the shadows, night vision binoculars glued to his face, as he watched the hooded figure skulking in the shadows. He knew who it was of course and he had enjoyed the last hour’s entertainment, especially once Marilyn had arrived home. He would have to report back to the puppet master of course and then it wouldn’t be long before this was game over and a new adventure would begin...

Marilyn didn’t notice the DVD was missing, for all of five minutes. Frantically scratching around in drawers and cupboards she found herself in the grip of a fierce panic. As her anxiety levels grew her logic and reasoning skills worsened and she found herself in a state of intense paralysis. The puppet master would kill her of course, she knew that, so she had to find that damned disk! But where could it be.

Marilyn walked to the large window in the lounge and opened the curtains. She peered across the expanse of darkness for some sign of life. And then she saw it, the flash of light reflected from a lens. Picking up her mobile she dialled Steve’s number and he answered immediately.

“You’ve had a visitor” he said, enjoying her discomfort and wanting to make her squirm. She had often rebuffed his advances. She wanted only the puppet master and yet he had Melissa. Stupid girl. Well, now she needed him and he was ready to trade...

Once inside his flat Tony locked the door securely and put on the chain as an added measure. He immediately inserted the DVD and once sitting comfortable he pressed ‘play’ but his telephone rang immediately so he hit the pause button, leaving the image of an empty hotel room frozen on the screen.

The voice on the other end of the phone was cold, chilling, a whispering threat evident in the low tones. “Who are you and what do you want?” asked Tony, a slight quiver in his voice but he received no answer, just a low indecipherable whisper full of menace. Tony pressed his ear into the handset, desperate for a response, desperate to hear anything that might help him to understand just what was going on. And then he rapidly pulled the phone away as a voice seemed to boom from the device.

“You have something that belongs to us...” A man’s voice, firm, commanding. And the use of ‘us’ not ‘me’...

“You will return it back to where you found it. You will not view the material. You will return the disk tonight, as soon as it gets dark.”

“And if I don’t?” Tony didn’t feel half as tough as he made his voice sound.

“We will kill Melissa...”

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