Thread: Remote Domination (Nobody x Devilla Roche)

Sleep did not come easy to Charlotte that night. It was so bad that she decided to take some over-the-counter sleeping pills. At about a quarter past midnight they finally kicked in and after much twisting and turning in her bed she finally went to sleep. Friday, October 14th, 135 in the afternoon Charlotte went to her morning classes and after a small bite to eat at the universitys cafeteria she headed back home to her apartment. The walk back gave Charlotte a sinking feeling inside of her stomach. Having a sort of sixth sense, she could envision that something awaited her back at her apartment building. Would it be another package or a letter? As she got closer and closer, the memory of finding that large parcel by the mailbox, opening up its contents, and being told to, wait for further instructions meant that that was coming. If not today, tomorrow, or the next day. Now in front of her apartment building, she looked at the wording proclaiming, Victorian Suites held her breath, opened the door and went inside the vestibule. Charlotte took out her keys, unlocked the door to the apartment building, and slowly opened the door. She walked inside and froze. There it was, two letters taped to her mailbox. Her heart sunk to her feet and she began to perspire. Walking over nervously she grabbed the letters, decided to not check the rest of her mail, looked at the elevator and ran up the stairs. Her hands shook at the door to her apartment, keys clanging, using the wrong key at first, then another, until finally she got the right key, turned it in the wrong direction and that pushed Charlotte to exclaim, Cmon you stupid key! Now inside she dropped everything and removed her jacket, letting it too fall to the floor. She took the two letters and dropped slowly onto the sofa. She spread the letters on the cocktail table and gulped. One letter stated clearly, Open this letter first. Taking a deep breath, she opened the letter and began to read. When she got to the end she sank back on the sofa. She had no doubts that if she disobeyed him, all the money that she had saved, plus the ten thousand dollars that her parents put into the account for her to use for college expenses would be wiped out. What else did he have control over? She looked at the open box from yesterday and all the motorized webcams and it was as she thought, he wants to watch her in her apartment. The thoughts of what he would see were mind-numbing and disgusting. What kind of sick pervert would do this to someone else? And again why me? Charlotte thought, with no comprehension of any good answer. And now, Anonymous was Sir and wanted to be treated with a certain decorum, by her to referring to him as such as if she had some sort of respect for him? Who the hell did he think he was?? But, then Charlotte remembered the fact that not only does he have the proof to blackmail her, but after what she saw on her screen yesterday she knew that Sir had at his disposal a lot more information about her. A paranoia was now in her head. Has he been following me? Taking pictures of me? Videos of me? While on campus? While walking home? Is he stalking me? Does he want to hurt me? Or more to the point, is he sick enough that if I dont do what he asks of me he will kill me? Charlotte was now truly scared in fear of her own life.