Just down the street, in a house that looks like any other, a man sat in his basement. The only light in the room was from the monitors before him, watching his prey with a smile. One screen was her bedroom, from an angle that looked like he was where a tv could be, looking into the room. Another was a bathroom, about mid height, about where a light switch would be found. The third, the one she was on, was a top down look, clearly looking from the cieling light fixture. On the table. Set to the side, was a locked box.
Reaching his hands behind his head, the man streched. What should he do next? What was his pets next move going to be?
True, he had the cameras set up, and the trick with the radio was easy, but he hadnt gottrn a chance to tap into her phone lines. The man made a mental note to himself.
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