Chapter 4

Edward Pembroke had always been passionate about technology. Despite a childhood marked by isolation and bullying due to his nerdy interests in computers, he found immense success as a software engineer. Mastering multiple programming languages for sheer enjoyment, his current employer, a bank, relied heavily on his expertise, granting him almost anything he desired. His salary exceeded half a million pounds annually, supplemented by generous bonuses. However, there was one aspect of his life that his wealth couldn’t resolve: his overbearing mother.

For over a decade, Edward had been the primary caregiver for his bedridden mother since his father’s passing. Despite his financial independence, he felt emotionally tethered to her. Her constant nagging and guilt-tripping made it impossible for him to break free. As a result, he couldn’t enjoy the fruits of his success, feeling as though he had missed out on life’s experiences.

Edward’s passion for technology extended beyond his professional life. He spent his free time building robots and often voluntarily improved the bank’s systems, much to the gratitude of his employers.

“Edward!!!” his mother’s shrill voice shattered the silence. “I need you again. I must use the toilet!” Edward sighed heavily, feeling a mixture of frustration and resentment. He longed for the strength to assert himself and break free from his mother’s grasp, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

A few minutes later, trying to blot out the memory of helping his naked mother in the bathroom, he turned to his online hobbies. He had ordered high-resolution secret cameras and was researching where to place them. It was early spring, and he had recently developed two pin cameras, one in his shoe facing upwards, and another in his tie knot. With these, he had spent an hour on the London tube, upskirting various girls and recording their faces to match them with the upskirt footage. Afterwards, he meshed the videos together, trying to match the upskirt shoe videos with the head height tie videos, to match girls’ faces to their exposed knickers. He uploaded these to a favoured voyeur site. He did wish there was some way to identify the girls further, as although he was thrilled to see their underwear, he wished for a more total humiliation.

He particularly enjoyed his Google “Arteca” glasses. Extremely expensive, they were a large pair of glasses, which acted as high-resolution cameras which could capture videos or cameras. He marvelled at the quality afterwards. He never wore them in front of people he knew, as eventually he thought people might find it strange he wore such clunky glasses. He liked to wear them walking in parks and afterwards admired the beautiful women he had seen earlier. He had found them a good replacement for his tie cameras.

He smiled at the comments and likes his uploaded voyeur videos had gotten. On the forum, he read information about hiding cameras in hotel rooms and wondered how to progress with this. He also checked out Pinkmeth and saw the progress with Julia Meadows.

Ms Meadows had deleted all her social media profiles. A few comments boasted about the emails and messages they had sent to her employers and family. One comment was from a friend of Julia’s. “Julia is a wonderful human being. In a moment of weakness, she allowed her scumbag ex-boyfriend to take these photos. She did not consent to have them on the net. Please can you take them down? Her mental health is really suffering, she does not deserve this. If any of you met her, you would love her, she would do anything to help someone in need. Please think of her as a real human being when you spread these photos and please delete this.”