Chapter 7 - Epilogue (no sex)

The night before Bosun arrived, the whole family had enjoyed the bottle of wine provided by the chalet owner. It was his token of appreciation for staying. The family was unaware that drinking the wine would seal their fate for the night as the wine contained drugs to render them unconscious. The same was happening again, but the higher doses made them pass out much faster.

Jenny had been the first to pass out and was shortly afterward, followed by her mom. Just minutes later, Danny and Michael were the last to lose consciousness. The drugs in the bottle, the same one he had been in the wine, had done its duty.

Bosun unlocked Danny. Danny would be responsible for unlocking the others when he came by in about an hour or two. He had the most liquid left, so his doses would be the smallest. Bosun wondered if Danny would appreciate his sister being tied up. A question to which he unfortunately never would know the answer.

Bosun had to rush if he wanted to get out before daylight. He picked up the stuff he had brought, like the camera, gags, and ropes. Bosun took the empty wine bottle and put it in his backpack. He left a similar empty wine bottle, but one without the drugs, just in case.

He knew they wouldn’t talk. None of the others had in the years that he had done this. Some families had handled the aftermath of his visit better than others. Using social media, he had tried to keep track of some people. Few of the families seemed to get away completely unscathed, and that was without any release of the videos that he had. The thread of mutual destruction had kept the world alive during the Cold War. He was using the same strategy with his visits. The release of the videos would most likely end his journey, but he figured it would destroy their lives just as much.

Once he had packed everything, he started the walk to his boat. It was about a fifteen-minute walk, but he had to rush. It would be light soon.

Once on the boat, he took off the camo net. It didn’t look like anybody had seen the ship, as the camo looked untouched. He had a strict ritual he followed when going on his adventures. Disguising himself was a part of it. He started the engine and drove to his usual fishing location where he would remove the fake GPS device. Once the boat was moving, he ripped off the prosthetic scar makeup and the eye patch and undressed to his underwear. People also focused on the big things, hair color, injuries, tattoos. In his case, all of that was fake. The family had not recognized him, even though he had spent half an hour with them on check-in and showing them around the chalet.

If somebody checked, it would look like he had been fishing all night. He looked at the boat clock. He had thirty minutes to get home. Halfway, he stopped at a buoy and dove in the water. From a rope deep down, he pulled up a waterproof container that he dragged into the boat. He stayed in the water and removed the fake tattoos from his arm with industrial soap. He removed his regular clothes and placed the Bosun’s clothes, gags, and the camera in the container. It had seven other tapes in there from his previous trips. After he would put on his regular clothes, his transformation would be complete.