I had gotten away the last time because I knew about the thefts and was able to see the tracker working. Had I not known about the money transfers, or the accounts I had, and had I not known about the tracker attached to that last account, I would have been caught. I wonder how James will try to explain all of this to them. I wish that I could watch as they asked him where the money was when he had no clue as to what money they were talking about. It was time to sever the link to his computer and erase all my fingerprints.
It was a week later. I had cleared out my computer room and turned it into a storage area. I was finishing up the paperwork on a place that I had purchased in Montana through a sub-chapter S corporation that kept my name off the books when a news story came on about a missing person. It appears James had not reported into work for a couple of days, and no one knew where he was. His car was found abandoned in the parking lot of one of the malls, but he was nowhere to be found. Hmmm. I wonder where he could be. Oh well. I needed to get back to packing.
James:
“NOOOOOO! FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” I screamed as they used the cattle prod on my testicles again. “I SWEAR, IT DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!!”
“Bullshit, Mister Ghost. You made a mistake this time. The tracking software that the hackers we hired led us straight to your computer. We found all the data on your computer. We recovered the $2 million from your last hack, but we want to know where the other $20 million, as well as the $30 million from five years ago is. You tell us that, and we will kill you quickly. Keep lying to us, and it will get worse.”
“But I don’t know…FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!”
They had taken me just as I was about to get into my car at the mall. I felt the sting of a needle in my neck, then nothing. I woke up several hours later on a private jet, tied securely to my seat. That’s when the questions started. I had no idea what they were talking about. They kept calling me Ghost. They were asking about money that they said I stole. There was $20 million from a few days ago, and another $30 million from 5-years ago. They didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t know anything. I actually pissed my pants when they showed me the hard evidence on my personal computer. I could give them the answers they needed and die quickly, or they would make the rest of my considerably shorter life nothing but intense agony. I shit myself when I realized that there were no answers that I could give them. Right now, I was hanging naked from the ceiling in a bunker somewhere deep in a jungle in Columbia. My legs were spread apart to give them access to my dick and testicles with a cattle prod. I’ve been here for three days so far. The first day they had beaten me when I couldn’t answer. The second day was the bullwhip. Today, it is a cattle prod to sensitive areas. I really wish that I could give them the answers. I REALLY don’t want to know what will happen tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that…
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