Turn Off The Camera Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He tried to hug me and kiss me while ignoring my attempts to push him away. Feeling his tears on my face, I was sick and humiliated. Just as he was about to tear off my clothes, the bedroom door burst open. "Let her go!" The once dim room filled with light, and a loud bang echoed as a bullet struck Elliot's arm. Joseph stormed in with his team, kicked Elliot aside, and wrapped his arms around me protectively. He glared at Elliot, who was in pain on the floor. His eyes were icy and fierce. "I promised Dad I wouldn't end you, so consider this your last warning. Next time, it'll be much worse."

All my struggles to free my hands. He slowly approached me, like he had all the time in the world. “Did you really think I wouldn’t be watching you? Funny thing is, that camera,” He said glancing towards the red light, now glowing steadily. “You wait, let them think no one’s paying attention… they start getting bold. And they think that the only thing showing that the camera is on is the red light.”

“Anything.” “I need to disable Roman’s CCTV.” There was a beat, the kind that held a dozen opinions, and then, in her steady voice, “What are you… never mind. Locate one of the cameras and snap it. Send it to me. I’ll let you know when it’s done.” Relief loosened my shoulders. It was a rare gift to have a friend who didn’t need the whole story to carry part of the weight. I angled myself, zoomed, clicked. Sent. Then I waited, the kind of waiting that turned seconds into syrup. I stood very still, listening to the house breathe, trying to look like I belonged to the air itself.

It was my finger that had to topple the initial domino and set everything in motion. Which was what I was doing now. With one last groan, I ended the scene on my bed. Instead of getting up and putting clothes on, I asked Gray to pass me one of the mirrorless cameras. Once I had it in my hands, I pulled the metaphorical trigger. Lights, camera, action. "Can you take a quick look at this?" I asked and she bent forward, but I shook my head. "No, sit beside me."

She stirred for a moment, but then settled, her back turning toward me as she burrowed into the pillow. I got off the bed and crossed the room to the corner where I had hidden the camera. My hands were shaking as I picked it up, as I pressed the stop button. I stared at the screen. The footage was there. Every moment. Every touch. Every moan. It was all captured.

He set the mug on a crate, walked a slow circle around my naked body, and stopped behind me. “Chin up. Tits out. You look like a girl who got fucked in a kitchen and then remembered to be ashamed. Drop the shame. Keep the used look.” The camera clicked. Not a phone. A real shutter. Each one sounded like a lock closing. “Hands behind your head,” he said. “Arch.” I did. My belly tightened. My tits lifted. He crouched, took my nipple between two fingers, and pinched until the color changed. The shutter went again.

I shouldn’t go around thinking that. “File as many as you want.” He’s gripping at my sides first, not even trying to look like he’s searching. “Unless I take your clothes off, I’m not doing anything illegal.” Now they’re going down my front. Maybe I could just pretend he’s Damon. My stomach is churning. I think I’m going to be sick. “Besides, that old little camera there can only see behind me and I’m sure in no more than four pixels.” His fingertips slip beneath my sweater. “I’m going to have to ask you to take this off.”

The camera beeps, and it reminds her of when her straightening iron heats up. He takes a step towards her, biting his lip. "I'm just going to put these down," he mumbles, tapping her bra strap. "Oh, I can do-" she stops speaking once he slowly pulls the straps down her arms. She secures the cups to her chest, a shiver running down her spine when his fingertips touch against her biceps, sliding against her skin. "Sorry," he murmurs, and she silently nods, looking over her shoulder ar him. He raises the camera to his eye, and she looks back to the blinds, inhaling deeply as the flash goes off.

On the last trip before Zeke Malone and I were set to register our marriage, someone clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me into the bushes to assault me. Zeke and my sister, Crystal Bianco, arrived just in time to "save" me. That was when I heard Zeke switch to French and ask her, "Did you get enough footage just now?" "Yeah," Crystal answered back in French. "But isn't this unfair to Lizzie?" Zeke's voice turned grave. "The man was only acting. He never actually went through with it. We just needed the footage. As long as I don't hold it against her, that's all that matters. "Besides, you could win a Pulitzer for breaking this story. That's what actually matters here." I lay in

The book sat on the table like a beast. Adrian’s hands shook. His face was pale but brave. “This… this is the key,” he whispered. Nia’s jaw locked. “We freeze the money. We block them. But they will fight.” Aiko’s smile cut sharp. “And when the court looks, we move first.” Laurent’s face was stone. “This book goes to us.” Then my phone buzzed again. Three words only: He is not the only one. Watch the cameras. I froze. I looked up. In the corner, a red light blinked. A camera. One we did not kill. Someone had been watching. The peace broke.