The Clock Strucks Danger

Wink ; ) - Online Dating Story

A case of Cyber crime.

The following story is written in third person. Have you ever tried out online dating ?

My busy job as the partner of a reputed law firm leaves me little, if at all any, time for dating. My friends, though on the other hand, have a great time with their boyfriends and their numerous secret affairs and one night stands. I had guessed that I hadn't found my prince charming yet.

That was until I met Dominique.

A charming young man with dark hair and an absolutely delicious accent.

We met on lawn love.com and instantly bonded over our mutual interest of photography. He was a professional photographer for magazines and I thought his job was terribly interesting. We have been chatting for three months now.

"We seek models who look strong, independent and sensual" he wrote to me one day, then added "Just like you".

I chuckled at his compliment and rolled my eyes.

" I don't think I look quite as good in real life as I do in the picture " I admitted truthfully. The picture that I had put up was an old college one and I looked young and fresh in that, not drunk or drugged out.

"No Miss, you look amazing and oddly enough I can just feel as if you are with me right now" he typed in.

I chuckled.

"You never know. Maybe I am" I put a winky face at the end.

;)

"Hahaha. Good humour" he remarked though I could feel that he was a little tensed.

I adjusted my binoculars at his window and sure enough there he was hunched over his computer. I could see that he just took a drink of water from the blue bottle beside him.

"Let's meet up" I wrote back.

"Maybe later. Right now I am busy" his reply was prompt.

I furrowed my brows because I know that he is lying. He lives alone, it is Saturday night and moreover I can see him right now.The only thing he is busy with is chatting with me and occasionally chugging down gulps of water.

"Are you sure ?" I hastily typed in.

His Adam's apple moved down and up again. I know, now, that he is totally psyched out.

Dominique89 is typing...

Dominique89 is typing...

Dominique89 has logged off.

He stands up and goes to the window. I crouch down low beside some bushes and focus my binoculars in him. I see him craning his neck both ways to see if someone was there. Having found no one, he closed his window shut and walked away from the window.

Then I stealthily tiptoe to his window and peep in. He is at his computer again. I focus at him from my binoculars again. He is typing away. Suddenly, I hear the all too familiar *ping* of a message.

I fish out my phone from my back pocket and peer at it. Its a text from..

Dominique89 : I know you are out there.

The phone falls from my hand in shock but I recover and pick it up again. I jab the buttons.

Celia92 : What ? That's absurd.

A few minutes pause then again he texts me.

Dominique89 : Three words. Global Positioning System.

I read his message in horror. I never imagined in my life that he'd be a stalker. I look here and there and start creeping out of his back garden when another message pops in.

Dominique89 : You can't leave anymore. ;)

I glanced towards the lighted window and, indeed, he was not there at his computer. Sweat beads formed on my forehead. I knew that I could waste another time here.

I manoeuvre my way through his immaculate flower beds and rock sculptures and run like mad, my sneakers crunching the gravelly pathway underneath my feet. I hear another *ping* and almost stop in my tracks. I pull the phone out and check the message.

Dominique89 : I am coming ;)

This time I sprint across his garden, not even caring about his flower lawns anymore. Gosh, why on earth did I ever decide to come to this creep's house ?

I am almost out of there when his large frame blocks my way. I stop just in time to avoid collision and turn around hastily to lose him but he is too fast. He grabs my arm and drags me into his house. I can not even scream for help. He lives in an isolated neighbourhood and moreover it was quite late at night.

"Why ?" I whisper to him once we are inside. In reply, he throws me down on his couch and I cry out.

"Sshh.." He puts a finger on his lips and glares at me menacingly.

I nod back my agreement and keep quiet.

He proceeds to stick a duct tape on my mouth and bound my limbs by means of strong nylon ropes. I look at him fearfully, pleading with my eyes.

"I will be back" he smiles and goes to the next room while I sit there motionless, strange and terrifying thoughts running haywire in my mind. After a minute or so, he comes out with a box of needles and threads.

"Mmphff" I mumble incoherently.

"Don't worry. I just want a good picture !" He says which makes me a little bit relieved. Maybe some people wanted such things, you know, perverts have weird fetishes sometimes but one thing, which , escaped me was the box of needles and threads.

"I always thought that you look good and, today, when I caught you stalking me I knew that this was an opportunity" he looked at me, almost gratefully. I relaxed myself. He was friendly and charming. Just as he was in his online chats.

"Now I need to give you a new look, Celia. If you would please close your left eye so that it looks like a wink" he instructed me and I did as he said.

"Just like that ! Perfect ! Keep that pose !" He said excitedly and pulled out a roll of thread and a small needle.

Then, he proceeded to sew my left eye shut. It hurt me terribly. It felt like someone was stapling my eye and tears streamed out of my right eye like a constant stream.

"Don't cry. You look beautiful" He commented.

I smiled. The duct tape stretched around his mouth. I must have looked insane. My eye was forever sewn shut but it looked perfect.

Just like a wink.

;)