Captured Novels & Stories

“Okay… so what then?” He reached down into the glove compartment, pulling out something small, black, and delicate-looking. “This.” He held up what looked like a button. I squinted. “What is that?” “Micro camera,” he said, pressing it gently against my chest, just above my ribs. “This will capture everything you see.” I stared at him. “Seriously?” He handed me a sleek little tablet. “Here. Look.” I took it, and my breath caught. The tablet showed the road ahead, the dashboard, even the slight tremble in my hand as I held it. It was my view, streaming in real time.

“Who is that?!” “Zoom in!” I remained calm. “As you can see, the meadow should be sterile at this hour. This is a restricted zone for safety reasons. Let’s observe together.” The figure crouched, tossed the bundle, a dead bird, then pulled out a phone, took a photo, and tapped a few buttons. All of it was streamed in real time to an audience that quickly surged into the tens of millions. The infrared camera automatically adjusted its focus. The license plate of a green sports car was clearly reflected, the still-hot engine glowing bright. The woman briefly removed her mask, long enough for many viewers to recognize the jawline and the waves of her hair.

I stepped on my shoe lace I couldn't get hold of my self. I am supposed to land my self on the floor right but something happened, he held me, while turning back we fell unto the bed with our lips on each other's my eyes opened wide all I could see, is his intensed feeling my heart beats increased I to a faster beat for over 2 minutes I couldn't stand up I finally realized I'm still on his body I rose up running out. " Thank you" that all I could say after closing the door. " Why does his abs seem to have the same texture like that of the stranger or am I hallucinating.

“It’s a picture. Taken just now. From the street.” My blood froze in my veins. He turned the screen toward me. My breath caught in my throat. The image was of the apartment building itself. Damien’s apartment. But the camera was angled upward, focused on the exact floor we were on. My floor. And the caption beneath it made my knees give way. Choose quickly, Kayla. Or next time, I won’t stop at pictures. The phone slipped from my hands, clattering onto the shards of glass on the floor. My vision blurred, my chest tightening until I could hardly breathe.

But as I stared into the eyes of my captor I didn't know what to feel or say with his grey eyes staring into mine. I forced my chin out of his grip, looking away. “What? Lost all your confidence?” He joked and I glared back at him. I hoped he'd feel every ounce of the humiliation I was feeling in this moment. Every ache in my chest, every shake in the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. I had nothing to say, but I kept my gaze strong. He smirked. “Best if you find it again, I like it on you.” I couldn't help but scoff. I paused, struck by what I just did. Talk about speed running to your death. Of all the times to be fearless, I picked now. To my surprise he chuckled at it.

"Look at the screen! Look at what just popped up on the local security feeds and social tracking blogs!" I picked up the phone calmly, looking down at the screen. My heart stopped for a fraction of a second. It was a clear, high-definition security photo taken at the harbor entrance less than an hour ago. The camera had captured a side-profile shot of me walking past the VIP boarding deck of the luxury cruise ship.

He opened it and laid three photographs on the table side by side. CCTV images. Grainy in the way that footage became when it had been captured from a distance and digitally enhanced. The timestamp on each read 13:02. Two minutes into the attack. "I have colleagues in Montenegro," the detective said quietly. "I asked them to pull footage from every camera within a five hundred meter radius of your villa. Most of them captured nothing useful. But this one," he tapped the middle photograph, "is positioned on a building two streets from your company exit. Not the main exit." He tapped again. "This one. The side exit. The shortcut."

Quiet. Final. “That’s how the careless get caught.” The silence snapped tight. He leaned in slightly. Enough to make her feel it. “If it had been downloaded…” His voice lowered further. “…the system would have triggered a mirrored alert.” A beat. “It didn’t.” Nicole’s composure shattered. Her hands trembled. “So let me correct you.” Another step. She stumbled. “It wasn’t downloaded.” A pause. “It was captured.” The room held its breath. “And only one clearance level…”

Clair pulled up detailed schematics on her tablet. "Each device has three primary components: audio capture, data transmission, and power management. The audio capture is remarkable, it can pick up conversations from up to thirty feet away, filter out background noise, isolate specific voices. The kind of clarity you'd need for legal wiretaps or intelligence gathering." "And the transmission?" "Encrypted. Military-grade encryption that cycles through randomized frequency bands to avoid detection. Whoever planted these knew exactly what they were doing, they designed the system to be essentially invisible to standard counter-surveillance sweeps."

He was good-looking in that dangerous, unpredictable way, and from what Diana had told me, he was more than willing to play along with our little games. I tilted my head and asked him directly, my voice still perfectly controlled. “Did you capture it properly?” Calvin didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his phone with a quick nod and swiped across the screen. He held it up for me to see, and I leaned in closer, my eyes narrowing as I studied the image. It was perfect.