Lustful Imagination

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The ringing phone sound at the dead of the night echoed across the darkroom stirred the sleeping occupant awake. The middle-aged man frowned at the disturbing sound of the phone. Who the hell could be calling at such an ungodly hour? He asked himself as he reached for his glasses.

Picking up the phone from the bedside drawer, his frown deepened when he saw the caller's name.

"What is it?" He snapped the moment he answered the phone.

"Sir, there's a problem." The person on the other side of the phone replied.

"And this problem couldn't wait till morning?" He asked angrily.

"I'm sorry, boss, but I thought you'd want to know."

"Know what?"

"Mun has been taken." He said, making the boss scowl deepen by several shades. His change of countenance was so rapid, and his once-sleepy eyes shone brightly.

"What do you mean he has been taken?" He hastily inquired.