The Burglar - part 2

Three months after being knocked out by the Creep at Ria's house I was released from prison. Ria hadn't testified against me, quite truthfully saying she had never seen me before, so all of the serious charges ended up being laid at the Creep with the baseball bat's door. He wasn't going to see daylight for a lot of years.

They got me on a few previous petty thefts once they had run my prints, so I wasn't getting away Scot-Free, but it was pretty light compared to what I might have expected, and I ended up with just a 6-month sentence and most of that was suspended due to keeping my nose clean inside.

I felt I owed Ria and went round to her place to see what her story was now. I figured I probably didn't have a role in her life now - if I got caught breaking into her place again, God knows what I would get charged with! However, I'm good at watching and waiting and I decided to check in with her again. The first day I watched her gave me nothing. The second was unusual though. I had never seen her in traditional Indian clothes before. There were no clothes like that in her house when I was in it before, but there she was getting in her car in a colorful Sari and she did not look happy.

I tailed her in my old beat-up hatchback. She only drove for ten minutes, then seemed to be sitting in her car plucking up the courage to leave it. Eventually, she got out and walked around the corner. I tailed her once more, this time on foot and watched her knock a non-descript door. About an hour and a half later, she re-emerged looking disgusted and re-traced her drive home. I wondered what she was doing. I had a new mystery to fathom. I returned to the house she had visited and sat and waited outside.

Presently a rotund, balding, sweaty middle-aged man with spectacles appeared. Everything about him looked wrong. His mouth was too big for his face and he appeared hunched over as if he was about to lurch forward like... like a toad. Ordinarily, I would wait to see what else occurred at his door, but looking at him, it was obvious that he lived alone. He was grotesque. I watched him slither down to the end of his road and wait at a bus stop, then get on a cross-town. As soon as he was on it, I wandered up his drive, generic baseball cap pulled down and dark glasses on. With a piece of locksmith's super-mica plastic, I had his front door open in my personal record - 3 seconds and stepped inside. There was no alarm.

I moved considerably faster than my usual working mode, as I had no idea when he might return. However, I figured if he got a bus, he was probably gone for at least an hour or two. I did a preliminary search of the house. There were a few items of value that I piled up just out of professionalism, but I did find a few unusual things. First, he had a closet that contained a few pieces of women's clothing. Not as if a woman actually lived there. Just a few slutty pieces of underwear, and some fancy-dress costumes and not ones he would have fitted into either.

A decent high-end camcorder stood on a tripod in the corner and a laptop beside it. Naturally, I added them both to my pile. A stack of porn dvds sat beside his TV. A little old-school, I thought, figuring everyone just used the internet, but I could see the subject matter on the pile was stuff that would have been difficult to find on conventional sites. Although all patently illegal, I ignored it. Nothing to do with me.

Back at my pad, I examined the haul. The laptop was a fairly standard wide screen one, maybe a year old, but as expected encrypted. No problem. I extracted the hard disk and put it on the burner - a brute **** password cracker at the rate of 300,000 password attempts a second. Typically this takes me about 6 hours to get into. You'd be surprised at the finds I make on people's digital life. I make almost as much from this as fencing the physical stuff.

After lunch, I checked back in on the burner. It had got the password in 4 hours and 32 minutes. "Pr1ncess3s". Huh!

The desktop didn't reveal much, no obvious folders saying - GoodStuffHere -but I discovered a small area on the top right of his screensaver that was an internal hyperlink to a hidden folder. In there, there were 4 subfolders, each identified by a woman's name: Megan, Erin, Margaret and RIA!

I clicked into the Ria folder, there were 6 mpeg files each dated about a month apart. Clicking the last one launched a video of Ria, in the ethnic Indian clothes I had seen her in that morning, appear in the Toad's living room. Fast rhythmic Indian music began to play from a tinny speaker, and although she looked like it was not her style, Ria kicked off her shoes and flew into an improvised version of a Bhangra style dance. I was actually rather impressed, she looked the part although her face did not convey any enjoyment of it. She was obviously deeply humiliated but I could see she had been practicing.

Later, I watched as she performed a parody of an Indian accent and got changed into a cheap plastic outfit dressed as a maid and acted out some ridiculous fantasy, then ultimately watched as she was (very) briefly taken doggy style by the creep that I had seen leave the house. Shit. I could recognize a **** fuck when I saw it and this was definitely it. I clicked the video shut and opened one of the other folders, 11 videos of Erin, again about a month apart. The first one I opened at random had a young freckled red-haired girl, maybe just 18, being eagerly fucked with a dildo up her ass by the disgusting creep while she wore a baby's romper and sucked from a bottle.

Megan's folder had 21 files - she was a black girl, maybe late 20s. In the last one, I saw her clamped in a pillory with her hands and head through holes in the wooden frame. The toad-faced creep stood behind her with her long dress lifted up to her waist and was spanking her with some sort of flogger. I listened in horror as I heard her cries of "Yes massa, one more please!" through sobs and saw the maniacal grin on the face of the monstrosity behind her.

Margaret had 78 files. Again, almost a month apart. I didn't bother opening them yet. Whoever Margaret was, he had been blackmailing her for over 6 years!

I opened his email to see if I could get some clues and there it all was. He was corresponding with each of these women on a regular basis insisting on increasing sexually depraved demands.

Huh! Time to put an end to this blight. One quick slip into his home again and an anonymous call to the cops should do it.