When Tom opened his eyes, the room was filled with a dull morning silence. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time. His eyelids were heavy, but his real fatigue was mental, not physical. Yesterday's conversation, Carlo's voice, his mocking smile, his repressed threats... It all hung like a shadow in his mind.
Slowly he rose from the bed. His hair was disheveled, his face pale. He was tired from the sleepless night, but most of all, guilt cast a shadow over his face. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed deeply.
"What am I going to do? " he asked himself. Her voice cracked, weak. She didn't even dare to look at her reflection.
Carlo's words from yesterday echoed in her head:
"Maybe I should get to know your mother better, Tom."
That sentence had gnawed at him all night. Carlo wasn't just threatening. He wanted to play. He wanted to see her suffer, not obey. And now... his first task was clear: to get more of Carolina. Intimate. Forbidden. Disgusting.
Tom was sick inside. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth. His anger was rising, but what could anger do? With Carlo holding those pictures, he had to live every moment at his will.
"Should I tell Derek?"
It was the first time this question had crossed his mind. Derek knew her. They'd even shared their asshole parts like confidants. Maybe he could find a solution. Maybe... maybe he could silence him as someone who threatened Carlo. But what if Derek was in bed with Carlo? What if they were trying to bring him in?
No, he wasn't.
He didn't want to talk about Carlo yet.
He couldn't trust him. Not yet.
He stood up slowly. Her feet crawled across the floor. She walked over to her desk and picked up her phone. As soon as she opened the screen, she saw the messages from Derek.
Derek: "Dude, you did a great job. My mind is blown looking at these. You're really creative."
"I told you today, come to this address at four o'clock. I have a surprise."
"And don't be late, Tom. We're going to have some real fun."
Tom has a lump in his throat.
Fun...
The word was disgusting even in Derek's mouth now. But he had to go. If only to find out what was going on. Maybe he could find a way out. Maybe... maybe he could regain control.
He opened his drawer. Her finger reached for the small black camera Carlo had left behind last night. She held it lightly in the palm of her hand. It was cold. It was real.
A hidden camera.
Inside, a small USB card, a magnetized attachment mechanism, a sound recorder...
"I want you to immortalize your mother's most intimate moments," Carlo said.
"Not openly, secretly. Not posed. Real, private, hers. It's more valuable if you do it, Tom. Do you understand?"
Tom put his head in his hands. His breathing quickened. His heart beat in an irregular rhythm in his chest.
"I can't do this..."
But... "What happens if I don't?"
Carlo wasn't just threatening. He was controlling. And if he resisted now, would Carolina really be in danger?
Tom closed his eyes. It echoed inside him like a child's voice lost in the darkness:
"Who am I now?"
He sighed deeply.
He put the camera carefully in his pocket.
Today he would first go to the address Derek had called.
But the real mission... would start later.
And Tom knew it.
Once he crossed that line, nothing would ever be the same again.
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The thoughts running through his mind were like dark smoke pouring over him, and no matter how hard he tried to shake them off, he couldn't get rid of them. Carlo's voice echoed in her mind as the time to meet Derek approached: "You will be recording your mother's most intimate moments. Don't think of it as posing. I need real moments. Real things..."
The phone was in his pocket. The camera... in his hand. This small, shiny, silent device. It was like a knife stabbing deep into his heart when he looked at it. But the pain didn't stop him. Conscience had long since given way to fear, and fear to surrender.
He paused for a moment before leaving the room. He turned toward the door, but then his feet changed direction on their own. Towards his mother's room. Quietly, carefully. As his fingers reached for the doorknob, his heart quickened. He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath.
"I'll just find a place. Just a suitable place..."
The door creaked open and the familiar scent of soap and lavender hit Tom in the face. This was the place he had grown up trusting. But now... the same room felt strange to him. It was as if he had been watching someone else's life from a distance for years, and now he had stepped into it.
His mother's room was spacious, simply but elegantly furnished. The light filtering through the light gray curtains illuminated the soft colors on the walls. There was a large, white-framed mirror in the corner of the wall. The bedside table held several bottles of perfume, a face cream, a small book, and a pair of glasses. The edge of the bed had been smoothed, the pillows were clean.
Tom stood in the middle of the room for a while.
"This is her world..."
"And now I'm going to... destroy this world."
He tried to silence the voices echoing inside him. He held the camera in his hand and ran his fingers over it. He had to find a good spot. It had to have a wide view, but not attract attention.
At first his eyes wandered to the bedside table. But it was too exposed. He looked at the mirror directly across from the bed.
"Maybe it could be attached to the back of the frame... but the risk is too great."
Then his head slowly turned to the closets. He walked over and opened one of the doors. His heart quickened again as the cabinet door opened with a slight click. The shelves were full of neatly stacked clothes.
He opened the bottom drawer.
And there, neatly lined up, was her underwear.
Black lace, powdered, silk... a variety of panties, nightgowns, some trimmed with lace. Tom's hand suddenly pulled away, but his eyes didn't move.
A lump formed in his throat.
"Carlo will see these..."
"He'll see that side of my mother. The one I shouldn't be able to see..."
But the image that flashed through his mind at that moment was even more devastating. The joy with which Carlo would look at these pictures, the words he would say, the comments he would make... It was as if it all came to him.
"Ah, Tom... your mom has a tasteful lingerie closet, huh?"
"I'd love to see you wear it."
"A shot of your hand... a real collector's item."
Tom's hands shook. He closed the drawer, then moved quickly to the other cupboards. This time he looked at the boxes on the lower shelves. He opened one to reveal a dark burgundy robe and satin nightgown in a clear bag. He closed his eyes.
"I shouldn't be doing this..."
But the camera in his hand was a reminder. He couldn't escape. Carlo was expecting it.
He took a deep breath. His eyes wandered to the bookshelf by the bedside. Behind the books on the bottom shelf, the camera would fit comfortably. It was in a position to see most of the room, directly facing the bed and discreetly hidden.
It was the perfect spot.
Tom's throat was dry as he positioned the camera. His fingers misplaced it a few times. When he had it well in place, he stepped back and tried to look. It was almost invisible.
But he wasn't done yet.
He started a test video.
He activated the camera and watched a few seconds of footage. His field of vision was wide. Most of the bed, the mirror in front of it, even the wardrobes came into view.
"This is exactly what Carlo wants..."
Suddenly the scenes came to life in his mind. Carolina wakes up in the morning. Maybe she's going for a walk in her nightgown. Maybe lying on the bed... Or changing after her bath...
Suddenly Tom closed his eyes. Disgust settled like a fist in his stomach.
"This is Carlo's fantasy..."
But... the hands that implanted this device were his own.
Trembling, he sat up. The camera was in place. It was over. But in his mind the traces of this moment remained.
Slowly, he left the room.
He closed the door quietly.
As he stepped out into the hallway, he felt breathless. He leaned against the wall for a moment. He rubbed his face with his palms.
"It's over... for now."
But a voice inside him cried out:
"It's only just begun."
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