On the laptop, Lisa found a whole series of folders in which Henk had neatly arranged all the video recordings by person. She had never known that he had made those recordings. He had only told her about it during their weeks in the guesthouse here. He had hung inconspicuous cameras all over the house. So inconspicuous that she had never noticed them. Henk could control them outside the room, with a remote control. She was almost certain that her clients had not known about it either. And she thought that was just as well.

During their vacation Henk had also told her that he had dreamed of making a movie with her one day, a serious cinema worthy movie. Afterwards, it turned out, he had seen through his recordings that she had progressed in stage acting.

"In fact... Whatever you do with our gentlemen, it is no longer possible to see that you are acting. I see in you a real, deep desire to frolic with them. You are such a good actress, I really can't see you playing it anymore. It's just real, this is your life, your desire, your passion. This is who you are! You're so real on those shots, I'm considering making a movie with you that everyone can see. Yes, everyone should be able to see how wonderful it is to have sex with you. Everyone should be able to see how you live for it and thoroughly enjoy it!"

He had shared that with her during their vacation week. The very idea! How grateful she was now that at least he no longer had the chance to do that!

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Lisa scrolled past the folders, wondering where she should start. The first folders were arranged by date, were only about Henk and herself, and lastly the visit of his colleagues. Unfortunately there were no names.

Then all the recordings were arranged by client, he had made folders with client numbers and the names of the clients. Ideally, he had been careless enough to include their names! She didn't know any of the names, only one name was vaguely familiar to her, but she didn't know from what.

Within each client folder he had created new folders, a new folder for each visit, neatly organized by date. That would make her search so much easier!

She decided to make a new folder, called "Client Overview", with in that folder for each client a folder, with number and name on it. She would store screenshots of those men in there later.

She started at the visit of his colleagues, opened the recording and started the video. She felt the revulsion she had felt at the time, which had fought with her physical desire.

The recording began with the insertion of the balls, well before the colleagues visited. Even that, Henk had filmed. "Asshole," she muttered. It was a good thing she hadn't known all that at the time, she would have felt even worse.

To her surprise she saw that he had filmed everything, everything, including her going to the front door to welcome his colleagues, even her walking up and down to the kitchen.

"Bah, those rotten balls really made me horny," she scolded in herself, seeing how she was walking. She looked on, bringing that terrible evening and night back to full life.

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Lisa noticed that she had become restless. It really did a lot to her, which didn't surprise her, but it did make it harder for her to look further. Still she persevered, she had to have a few pictures of all those guys, so that it would become clear who they were.

She decided not to look at the recordings in their entirety, it seemed pointless to her, teasing herself. Once she had a few good screenshots, she would move on to the next customer.

She went to the folder of the first client. She turned on the recording and watched the customer being taken apart by Henk. She did remember that he always took the customer aside to another room after she had let him in. He had named the administration room to her, although she had always thought it took a bit long.

Now, on the recording, she saw what this so-called administration entailed. Henk lit a special candle, a candle with all kinds of unusual signs on it. The client knelt on a kneeling bench and wrote something on paper, desires, not desires for her, but things he wanted in the future. With the first client it clearly had to do with money, he wanted to get rich through bigger transitions. Then she heard the man recite some kind of spell. So that was the administration!

Lisa stopped the recording and stared ahead. What had happened there in that little room? What had happened before she had to please that man? She didn't understand, but sensed that it must have been something very dark.

Suddenly she realized that she had been used as some kind of sex goddess to make others stronger, richer, more powerful. Disgusting! Just being a prostitute had been bad enough, but they had also used her to benefit themselves. Scary, disgusting business!

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At that moment Sjaak came in. Lisa went back to the recording for a moment whereupon Henk took the client for 'administration'.

"Sjaak, would you take a look at this? What do you think is happening here?"

Sjaak pulled out a chair and looked at the recording. He frowned, "Is that Henk now, the one over there?"

"Yes, with my first client... Henk always brought the client, after I let him in, to this little room first, for the administration, he said. But this is what actually happened in that office."

Sjaak growled, "What a miserable bastard! I think this is some kind of dark ritual to enrich or empower himself. Dear Liesel, this goes way beyond prostitution. Henk and those clients have used you for a very dark business! It looks like a simple version of satanic rituals. I am now extra grateful that you got out of that. In real satanic rituals it so often ends in murder. I don't think Henk would have done that to you, but I am very glad that at least now he doesn't have the chance anymore. And those customers... I really hope they didn't know they were being filmed, otherwise your life is no longer safe, they will do everything they can to get hold of the recordings and destroy them."

"I really think they didn’t know, Henk was way too secretive about it."

"I help you hope so!" said Sjaak. "Because this is really a very dark game! I'm glad Marcel is coming tomorrow. I think he should see this, to give you advice, about a lawsuit, but also to assess whether you need protection. I realize now, as I said it, that if it comes to a lawsuit, all those guys will have to appear in court. And then you won't be safe anymore. They'll do everything they can to get to you, to try to get out of their punishment. Maybe Marcel should already give orders for arrests, if he has the authority to do so, or have someone else set it in motion..."

Sjaak sighed deeply. "Lisa, we'll just have to leave it to Marcel and Ellen, they'll know what we need."

He looked at his watch, "It's almost time for coffee, come on, let's get out of the way of this shit!"

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Silently Sjaak decided to keep a closer eye on the surroundings, and especially on Lisa herself, and also to signal Huib and Simon. None of those customers were allowed to come near his beloved! They were criminals, no more, no less!

Sjaak took Huib aside while he was having coffee, and later he called Simon. He explained the situation briefly. Both men were shocked. Huib of course already knew about the abuse, about the prostitution. Simon didn't know anything about it, but he had vaguely sensed that Lisa had something he had also felt with the prostitutes he had been with for so long. But this, this really hit the mark. Both men felt a deep sorry for Lisa. They realized that she had been living in a deep dark hole and promised Sjaak that they would help keep a close eye on her and her surroundings.

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