I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the ...isplay.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I. "Now stick your fingers inside." I stuck my finger in and moved it about. He then had me insert a second finger. "Get some rhythm going slut. Start fucking yourself." This was so degrading I was pushing my fingers in and out and he was filming the whole thing. I never thought anything so horrific could happen to me. I was reduced to his sex slave forced to obey his most perverse desires."Harder, let's see those fingers pound that pussy. Lift your arse up off the table. That's it. Now put. Probably a long shot but you never know.Carpet in the hall and in the entryway looked decent, no stains, we'dvacuum to see if we could pull anything up. I was already thinking andplanning steps ahead of where I was with this crime scene.I pushed the door open slowly. I could see a partially naked woman'sbody on the floor near the sofa. She looked to be in an unusual positionfrom where I was standing, so she probably died where she was lying.We'd get to that though. Someone had to have reported. ”“Maybe,” Kellie muttered.Having finally noticed her, Rex’s eyes roamed her face, to the overhanging trees, and then back to her face again, trying to determine if she was part of the suspected ambush. The tiny ambushers had noticed her as well, staring upward in fear and consternation. Rex snorted in aggravation, and roared loudly again.“Oh, shut up,” she grumbled. “If you were a chicken, I’d wring your scrawny neck.” Bravado, of course, as the dinosaur’s thickly muscled neck was anything but.