Thread: Remote Domination (Nobody x Devilla Roche)

Thursday, October 13th, 535 in the afternoon Working at the library with a full day of classes was just the thing Charlotte needed to keep her mind occupied and away from any conflicting thoughts concerning that awful letter that she had received on Monday. She made her decision and had hoped that maybe that she had helped to conceal her activities as Anonymous letter had said. Of course in the back of her mind lurked the unknown, and the other phrase stated in that letter from Monday, that we will proceed from there. Your secrets will remain hidden. In making her frightful decision to send the letter back she had to weigh out the possible unknowns of the future. What would he do next? Charlotte thought to herself. Today, though she was smitten with the day, feeling good about herself, about what she had learned in her classes. Then she arrived at her apartment building . Once inside the corridor of the building, opposite the elevators was the the mailboxes for all the tenants. On the floor was a large box. Charlotte dismissed the box at first, then took her keys out and opened the mailbox for her apartment, 214. She unlocked and rotated the cylinder, then pulled open the metal door. There were three parcels of mail. Her heartbeat quickened. She pulled out the mail and flipped through each one. Junk mail, junk mail, junk mail. Whew, Charlotte let out with a sigh. She removed her keys, locking the mailbox door and then dropped them in her bag. Then Charlotte looked straight down at that large box. A sinking feeling overtook her immediately. The box was an Amazon box and was addressed to her with a return name and address Mr. Johnathan Docent P.O Box 1177 Grand Junction, CO 95118-1177 Charlotte picked up the box in somewhat of a panic and pressed the button for the elevator. Nothing. Both elevators were in use. Charlotte then turned toward the stairs and hurriedly broke through the door and ran up to the second floor, her short heels loudly click-clacking up the metal treads. She stumbled at one point, then regained her balance and had trouble opening the door to re-enter her floor. Quickly trotting to her apartment, she placed the box on the floor and nervously shuffled through her bag for her keys. Oh shit, where are they? she said aloud to herself. Finally, she found them, unlocked her apartment door and grabbed the box and went inside. The first thing Charlotte did was turn on her laptop. Although she had sworn to not go near it she needed it desperately. Booting it up and signing in, she went straight to Explorer and then Googgled the name and address on the package. Unknown address. What!! Charlotte thought to herself. Then she typed it again. Unknown address. Now she had to try to calm down. Think, think! Then her skills of deduction kicked in, Look up the zip code. Typing in 95118 the USPS website spewed out, San Jose, CA. Then she typed 95118-1177 the USPS website spewed out Box Number Not Found. Charlotte now knew, fake name and fake P.O. Box and God only knows where the package originated from. Yes the package which now called out to her. She picked up from the floor and brought it into the living room, setting it down on the cocktail table right next to her laptop. She then went into the kitchen, found a scissor and walked back to the living room and nervously and slowly opened the box. Charlotte then opened the folds of the box, then another, and saw twelve boxes. On top was a note. Her throat became dry and she began to perspire. The note only said the following Keep these for now. You will receive further instruction. Charlotte dropped the note on the floor and pushed the box back. Anonymous again. For about ten solid minutes she stared at the box, her heart thumping with a quickened pace. She read the Amazon printed on the box and the address label with the false name and address. Slowly she reached out and pulled the box toward her. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She then pulled open the first box. It had printed on it Motorized Wireless Webcam. She then pulled up the second box, the same, Motorized Wireless Webcam. Then a third box. The same. The fourth box the same. All the way to the last box, which she frantically opened. Inside were the instructions the webcam, and the mounting bracket and screws. Then she screamed aloud, What the hell does he want from me?!?! She stared at the webcam and its kit of parts. Suddenly, she knew what he was going to do. But why me??? Who did I ever betray that would do this to me? Some questions Charlotte DeWitt could not answer. All the while, her laptop was on and unbeknownst to her, someone was watching and listening to Charlotte this whole time as she sat there on the sofa scared, frustrated, and feeling quite alone right now.