"Marvin Benson," the bank manager said, rising slightly in his chair and reaching out his hand towards David. "How may I help you?"

"Jack Smith," David answered taking the man's hand. It felt strange to be shaking the man's hand after what he had been doing to his wife and daughters a short time ago. "It's more what I can do to help you Mr. Benson," David said, leaning back in his chair and reaching into his pocket.

David took out a black identification case and opened it for the man to see. He saw the man's eyes widen as he saw the case was completely empty. David was using it for the benefit of the other employees of the bank, he knew they would be watching their manager as they moved around the bank doing their jobs.

"What in world, I think you've lost something there..."

"Actually you are the one in danger of losing something Marvin, but if you just follow my instructions everything will be all right," David interrupted. David reached into his other pocket and handed the man a small picture of an attractive blond-haired woman and two young girls, also both blond. He saw the manager's eyes widen as he recognized the picture - recently it had been in a small silver frame on his bedside table.

"What in the hell is going on here, I'll have you know that..."

"Marvin, you're wasting time here, turn the picture over and put this web site in your computer and don't say another word unless I ask you a question. Do exactly what I say and you will be having dinner with your family tonight, fuck with me and you'll be spending your evening at a funeral home with their bodies. Nod your head if you understand me, and smile." The bank manager turned the picture over and laid it on his desk, a website address was written on the back. He managed a strained smile as he nodded weakly.

David could see the man's hands shake slightly as he brought up his browser and entered the web site. A picture began to load, and as it finished the man took in a sharp breath. Three people lay on a king-sized bed in a well furnished bedroom. The same three that had been in the picture, obviously the bank manager's wife and daughters. But, unlike in the picture they had their hands fastened behind them and strips of tape over their mouths. The mother was wearing a robe, and the two girls - thirteen and eleven were dressed in school uniforms with short plaid skirts, white blouses and knee length white socks. All three were propped up on the headboard of the bed staring at the camera. The oldest girl's short skirt had been pulled up her thighs and a small triangle of white cotton showed at the top of her tightly closed legs. A man dressed in a black jumpsuit and wearing a black ski mask was standing next to the bed holding a very large knife against the throat of the smallest girl. The little girl had a look of terror in her eyes and she stared directly into the camera lens. A clock on the bedside table showed the current time in large, red numerals. A second picture began forming over the first one. This one was identical to the first except the black-hooded man had reached down and flipped up the youngest girl's skirt, exposing her panties just as her sister's had been revealed.......(cont)