Manufactured for Sin

10. The Blackmail Situation.

I passed the phone to Greg, and tapped into it, to hear the conversation.

"This is Greg." He said creatively. "I represent Gizzy while she is in dispose at the moment." He added, leaving the house to talk outside while Izleena chewed my ass and I zoned out, paying more attention to the call than her.

"Hello Mister Greg. I believe you have recently been involved with a little...situation that both Gizzy's wife and the authorities would like to know about." The dark voice modulated sinisterly.

"I don't have time for this, how much do you want, we'll negotiate from there." Greg sighed, tracing the call.

"Oh it's not money that I want Mister Greg. Actually I do want money, but that's not the main point and it's not enough to heavily affect Gizzy's bank account. I saw you two murder that stranger, and I got everything on camera."

"Why were you filming a random street?" Greg asked.

"It's right next to the sports arena locker rooms. You know how many people like to have sex in that alley, thinking someone might be watching? Well they're right, and I watch. I blackmail them for a few bucks that I know they can afford, and I get free porn. It's a living, and a hobby. Sue me. You can't, because of blackmail. But I never felt the rush like I did when I saw you murder that lizard. Voyeur sex gets old after a while, but witnessing an affair-murder? OOf, that's a new rush I couldn't have expected."

"Well, at least someone got off in that chapter." Greg muttered in annoyance.

"A lot. But this time I know who you are, and what you can afford, and this is a hell of a bargaining chip. I've made copies, backed them up on files, on a burner phone. You'll never find it, and if you kill me, in 48 hours it will auto-send the video to every internet sight on my browser settings." Said the blackmailer.

"We get the plot, asshole, we watch crime movies. What's the price you want for silence and that video?" Greg growled.

"I want to go with you on your next kill." He blurted.

"There's no other kill. We're retired from killing, we just got in a tight spot and had to improvise."

"Well, improvise now. I wanna kill somebody, or at least be front row when you guys do it. And then maybe watch while you guys do it. I don't have an exact idea, I'm improvising too." He admitted.

"We're not just serial killers, offing people to get our sexual jollies like some washed up old white guy with a pottery fetish. We're busy people. I have a wife and a kid, and I'm trying to save my marriage here. That green prick was peeping on us and deserved what he got."

"Dude...I'm a peeper, blackmailing your affair. I'm a really shitty person too, you think I have the moral fortitude to pass an opportunity like this because I know other peepers are shitty people?"

"Okay that's valid point but I had to try it." Greg sighed.

"You got nothing, bruh. Everyone here is a degenerate asshole doing bad things and the most you got on me is peeping, and you got no evidence. Just the word of a guy who kills people and doinks married women. You're going down if you don't play the game."

"I already went down after the game, that's how we got in this situation, but fine. Here are my rules so listen up, chuck. I pick the day, the time, the location, and the kill. You just tag along. Gizzy stays out of this and it's just us two, otherwise just hanging out causes suspicion and everyone gets caught. I just recorded you talking about wanting to murder someone, and the moment this trace-you're at a pay phone aren't you?" Greg growled.