Chapter 8: And how did you get to be so rich?-Interlude 2.
"Welcome Dr. Marcus, welcome please sit" the interviewer started off camera.
"You can call me Mark, I like to keep things informal"
"Well Mark, you are the newest resident of your little town by the sea. Most of our residents are independently wealthy or a celebrity looking for a quiet spot"
Mark nodded "yes, yes"
"How did you obtain your fortune?" "Was it inheritance? did you invent a bumper for vehicles ? Or did you simply find it in a trash can?"
Mark laughed to himself and turned side to side as if looking for someone.
"It's just the two of us correct?" Smiling devilishly.
"Correct, I am filming on my phone and will edit it on my computer before publishing it"
"It must be cheaper and you don't have to credit anyone else" He nodded
"A girl has to make a living" the interviewer shrugged.
"OK, it comes down to this" Mark reached into his pocket and produced what looked like a fob for his car.
"And what does that little thing do?" "Is it a new car remote?" "Did you own the pattern" the interviewer asked feeling a little silly.
"No, no nothing like that" Mark countered. "This device sends out a pulse that is not able to be heard. The pulse imputs certain commands within the human mind of a certain age group" Mark said with a smug satisfaction.
"This pulse decimates a part of the brain's function, making imputed commands the most important thing to the affected subject" he continued "if the affected subject does not receive the commands within a certain amount of time they will revert to their original train of thought" and he paused for dramatic effect.
The interviewer looked on with wide eyed amazement "is this legal, you controlling people"
Mark waved dismissively "legal, illegal, those terms are subjective" he began to pace back and forth. "When I say 'control', I don't mean they become zombies, well they might be living zombies or alive robots might be a better term, basically they do what I ask them to do."
"Where did it come from? Did you make it?" The interviewer asked a noticeable quiver to her voice"
"No I didn't make it, I worked in a government lab who made the device. They made the device as a weapon to turn the population of an enemy city against their own army. The first test wasn't good, the subjects forgot how to breathe and died of suffocation, the second slightly better. I found a way to program it with a quick message to implant in the subjects "
The interviewer was silent, she obviously had no idea of what she stepped into.
"I stole it. There used it on the entire lab. I had them make up excuses that it didn't work and it would bankrupt the entire government to get it working."
"Now, I uses it to convince new subjects to work for me, women to love me, fix certain wrongs from my past, and find financial security. "Mark finished.
"That sounds illegal" the interviewer squeaked. "Illegal, legal, again those terms are subjective" Mark began to pace back and forth. "I have never done any harm to anyone, I haven't broken any laws, except the ones that prevent me from doing what I am doing."
"If you use this device, you are forcing people to do what you want, to manipulate them," the interviewer argued, starting to regain her composure.
"How about a test?" You can judge for yourself Mark asked calmly.
" What do you suggest?" the interviewer said hesitantly. "I could use the device on you" Mark suggested.
"No way!" the interviewer cried, her voice filled with panic. "No, I refuse to be controlled by that thing."
Mark smirked, his eyes gleaming pressed the button.
"What were we taking about? She asked calmly. "If you excuse me I need to use the bathroom"
"Certainly, whatever you need" Mark said with a knowing grin.
She walked down the hall to the bathroom. The lock clicked. Mark received the text "I obey" with the standard pictures of her face, breasts, and neatly trimmed bush.
She was a middle aged Chinese woman, shoulder length dark hair that had red highlights. Her breasts were a firm B-cup and had she been working out.
Her button up shirt dress was open. The clasp on her bra also open. Her panties were around her ankles. She swayed in the bathroom stall waiting for her master's instructions.
Her phone hummed to life. She read the instructions as they were being welded to her mind. "Masterbate to me until orgasm. Clean yourself off. You will delete the interview. Mark did not show up. You will pretend to be your old self until I have need of you."
She said "yes, I will obey", Masterbated for a few minutes, call out Mark's name. She found the video interview deleting it as she got dressed. She washed her hand. Then went back to the room she intended for the interview. Acting as if nothing happened .
She packed up her stuff to leave. She was tired of waiting for the pretty boy. As she left the building she called her editor.
"No chief... no he never showed up! I know right. Spoiled rich kids... yeah I'm disappointed he looked cute. I'm married not dead. I don't care if you tell Kristen.." she said as she walked up the street to her car talking as she walked.
"You didn't want her?" Ashley asked from the driver's seat.
"Oh I did. It would have been nice to have someone gathering information and rumors about the high society here. A beach town in a warm part of country in the winter." He replied. "People with money don't like the cold so they come here. Then when it's too hot here they go home, they don't like to be hot either. " Mark explained.
"Plus she is a reporter for a TV News channel with an even number. They would notice if she vanished. It sounds like her wife would too."
"I have been at this too long to get tripped up by complications," Mark said. "Let's go home"
"Then why agree to the interview? You just had her delete the whole thing" said Ashley excitedly.
"Sometimes you just got to vent, get it off your chest" he shrugged huffing and sighing voices came from the driver's seat as they drove.
"Ladies, clean up and start dinner" Mark called home on his phone. "We will be there 20 minutes max" "I can be there in 10" Ashley yelled from the front seat "settle down and drive Pup" Mark scolded. "Yes Master" ..."call me Pup one more time" she growled low. "I heard that... Pup" Mark scolded. "I heard that..." he sighed, she laughed and they were home in 15 minutes.