Wake up Alice you're in Kansas baby!
Your heart is beating 3000 beats a minute, your hands shake uncontrollably. Turning to social media for a daily fix of fake news your phone falls to the ground. Your curse in coherently, the damn screen is cracked. A pointless exercise, you decide to log on through your laptop instead. The video screen immediately pops up, session recording, you don't remember... The penny drops, you haven't used video sessions in ages. The internet is watching you.
The recording light blinked off immediately, noticing you noticing. You slammed the laptop closed, another invasion of privacy. The repugnant idea motivated you to search and switch off every piece of technology in your home. You felt repelled by all the online connections surrounding you, was the bathroom safe from perverse onlookers?
A thump on your front door, you froze. Another thump.
The note skipped across the floor, gently nudging under the front of your shoe. The message simple, scrawled in what looked like greasy ink:
Your debt owed.
xxx
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