Turn Off The Camera Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Still humming into a soft tune as his eyes fall over the bright red removing it with the smile over his face. Giving one last towards the bookshelf Takeshi walks away as one book with the bright red germ sparkles as the sunlight falls upon it. A hidden camera under the red germs sightly moves to the left side. Zooming at Takeshi who was looking down at his diary disappearing into the long hallway. After a few seconds, the camera then switching back. The previous position was towards the window right in front of him., *A few hours later* Screaming and yelling for hours Koishi finally went silent. No matter how much he yelled didn't do any use.

The dimly lit bulb hanging down the center of the room shone directly on his face, reflecting his trembling yet determined features. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small sized camera. He crouched down to my level, his clothes drenched with his sweat as he shoved the camera in front of me. “There you go.” He muttered and clicked a button, automatically turning on the camera. As soon as the camera came on, the first image that flashed was that of Lisa. My hands flew to my mouth, my eyes reeling with shock as I watched everything. “This is unbelievable!” I muttered under my breath, tears already streaming down my eyes. “I can't believe Lisa can be this evil.”

But before the person could turn properly toward the camera, the footage suddenly went black. The security officer looked confused. That’s strange. What? Jace asked. The camera shouldn’t have shut down like that. He tried to restart it, but the system refused to respond. Someone disabled it remotely, Coach said. I stared at the dead screen, feeling anger replace some of my fear. Whoever had sent us here wasn’t simply leaving clues. They were controlling what we could see. They were always one step ahead of us. My phone vibrated. I looked down. YOU SHOULD HAVE COME TO ROOM 217.

she retorted, a snarky look on her face as she pulled down my shorts, making every cell within me vibrate. “We wanted to do this when Damon’s private message arrived, do you remember?” She lowered herself as she grabbed my dick, looking up at me. She wanted to check my reaction. The way I hesitated was humorous to her. “Let go, Camilla. I think I can still run away from—” I stammered as I heard the sound of a shutter clicking. Someone just took a picture of something. I continued to hear it until I noticed the automated cameras installed on the walls.

Lauren followed my gesture, her eyes narrowing slightly in anticipation. I changed the camera feed from Camera 1 to Camera 2 and waited. The screen flickered for a second, then loaded the footage. I hit play. The angle was different — slightly wider, catching Cassandra from behind. We watched carefully. Just after she placed the mirror down, effectively blinding the first camera, she reached into her pocket and pulled something out a pen. The moment the pen appeared, the footage dulled. A faint red haze spread across the screen, dimming the image until it faded entirely.

My fingers were still buried deep inside my dripping pussy, my breasts heaving, the camera still broadcasting every second of my exposure as Peter’s footsteps echoed down the hallway. He wasn’t supposed to be home for hours. I quickly tilted the camera down, trying to hide most of my body, but it was too late. The chat was going crazy: “Who’s that?” “Keep going!” My heart raced with panic and a strange, forbidden thrill. I muted the mic for a second and whispered to the screen, “Hold on, everyone…”

Then he turned, walked across the room with calm, measured steps, and reached behind the row of leather-bound books on the shelf. He pulled out the tiny camera. Held it up between two fingers like it was nothing. Pointed casually toward the corner ceiling where a small, blinking red light indicated the real CCTV. “I'm not a fool, Bella.” He tossed the camera into my palm. It landed with a soft, humiliating weight. “Leave.”

He followed me into the bedroom and closed the door. I had my back to him, setting the wine glass down on the dresser, when his hand came to my shoulder and turned me — not gently — and the next thing I knew the back of my knees hit the bed and I was sitting on it and Rhett was standing over me with the kind of stillness that was its own form of pressure. "The cameras," he said. "The ones in this room. Why are the feeds blank?" "I turned them off." "Turn them back on."

“Didn’t expect to come home to a show like this.” I yanked my hand away, scrambling to pull my shorts back up, face burning. “Mr. Carter — I’m so sorry, I thought you were gone until tomorrow, I was just — please don’t tell anyone—” He set his bag down and pulled his phone out of his pocket. The camera light flicked on. “Don’t move,” he said calmly, pointing the lens right at me. “Keep those pretty legs open just like that.” My stomach dropped. “Please… turn it off. I’ll leave right now, I swear—”

he asked me in a baffled tone. I stopped right under the camera and intertwined my fingers, making a support for him to lift up. “Destroy the camera now.” I ordered him in a low voice. He was shocked, but he didn’t question. He immediately put his hands on my shoulders, and right foot in that formation of my palms. At the same time, Calvin gasped aloud in pain, but I pushed Morton up. Morton jumped higher and thrashed his fist against the camera, destroying the whole setup in one go.