Read The Guardian for Free Online Page A

run through the same procedure, ending up in the master bedroom where Charles would be.
    At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom. It had a large set of double doors. One was latched closed, the other wide open. Staying low, he slowly crept to the open door and looked in. He could see Charles, sleeping comfortably. He was unaware that his pleasant dreams were about to be awakened into a nightmare that would be beyond his wildest imagination.
    He stood over the bed, looking down, watching him as he slept. It was just amazing how this vile waste of humanity could do such heinous things and sleep so well at night. Well, looks were deceiving. That’s how the likes of Ted Bundy got away with the things they did.
    Did you ever notice how you can almost, always sense when someone is staring at you? It’s almost like a sixth sense. That’s what Charles was noticing when he, for some unknown reason woke up and saw this tall dark figure standing over his bed. It took him a minute to focus and get his head clear from his sleepy haze but once he did, the shock hit him like a brick wall had fallen on him.
    “Hey, what the f-------“And the lights went out as 50,000 volts hit him square in the chest.
    The Guardian used the Taser M-18. It was an EMD weapon. The new Electro-Muscular Disruption Technology was far better than the standard stun weapons. It used a more powerful 18 to 26 watt electrical signal to completely override the central nervous system and directly control the skeletal muscles. Rather than simply interfering with communication between the brain and muscles, the advanced Taser EMD systems directly tell the muscles what to do: contract until the target is in the fetal position.
    That’s what he wanted. Total shut down. This would make him easier to handle. It was damn humbling too.
    Chapter 8
    When Charles came to he was neatly and securely tied to the large, leather chair at his desk facing his computer monitor. Across the room from him sat a man, completely dressed in black. Even his head was covered in some type of form fitting hood. All he could see were the eyes.
    “What do you want from me?” Charles said, nervously, dry mouthed and quite scared.
    “Want? From you? Don’t flatter yourself.” The man said, just staring at him.
    “Well then why have you done this to me?”
    “You are a vile piece of shit. You know the things that you do and have done are crimes against innocent young boys, yet you laugh at the system that sets you free.”
    “You’re crazy, I’ve done nothing wrong.”
    “Oh really? Let’s just see.” The man got up, walked over to Charles, and hit a few keys with his gloved hands and the monitor lit up.
    “Give me your password.”
    “Fuck you, I’m not doing that.”
    He responded with a sharp pain to the side of his head. “Ughhh!”
    “The password, I won’t ask again.”
    Charles gave him the username and password and the man opened the homepage of the computer.
    The man took the pointer up to the little green icon that symbolized “history” and clicked once. A drop down window opened on the left side of the screen, giving a list of all the sites visited for the past week. It even listed them by day if he chose to pick one.
    “Let’s see where you’ve been Charles.” The man said as he started at the top.
    The first one, which was one of many, pulled up a web mail site, some other search items, Amazon, Google search and then there it was. One of many sites listed with connections of kiddy porn. He opened one of them. On the site was an area for a log in access user code.
    “Give me your code.” The man said.
    “I don’t have one; I don’t know how that got on there.”
    Again, there was another sharp pain to his head. “Aghhh, shit! Do you have to keep doing that?”
    The man grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his head and yanked back as hard as he could so the man was looking up and straight into his eyes, his neck straining painfully back until it