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I took in the link, pausing as I scanned down the length. Heat started to pour from my skin. It was legit, and it would disappear the moment the video ran its course. Was this my path? Was it a waste of my damn time? Fake, like all the others? There was only one way to find out.
I clicked the link, not prepared for what I saw. Where all the other fakes in the past had been set up in a room covered in plastic, this was a dungeon. A real one, mimicking a darker theme I’d seen in some clubs. They were nice, but they weren’t this. They weren’t real. The appeal to this fantasy…This was authentic. Despite why I was here, my sadist couldn’t deny the pull or realization as to why some would resort to watching this.
Leaning in, I observed as the camera zoomed closer. A woman lay nude in a fetal position on the floor, sleeping. Her hands were over her head, and her body was covered in large bruises, cuts, and burns. She was trembling, maybe even crying as she let out long, slow breaths. The features of her face were soft, not too prominent, and she looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure why.
“That can’t be fucking real.Is this real?”
The footage quickly changed to show her strapped to a metal table. Above her written in text had the words Day 1. The quick clips flickered to multiple angles, some even zoomed in to the act. The first was a knife slicing along her hip. Blood pooled over the laceration, spilling free before it quickly transitioned to a cigarette pressing into her stomach. The burn was one of many that covered the expanse from hip to hip. Her crimson covered body tried to jolt and twist under the straps, but she clearly couldn’t get free as he began to smear more blood from her wounds over her skin. All she could do was repeatedly try to fist her hands. As a brand lowered to her thigh, my fingers rose to push against my mouth. Multiple H’s were in different stages, some still sizzling her skin like acid. Her eyes rolled, and I could tell she was trying not to pass out from the pain. It had my head shaking for reasons I didn’t want to think about. Needs I refused to acknowledge in this moment.
When the scene changed back to the dungeon, I read Day 2 across the top. Another short clip played her getting beat. The masked man surged forward, screaming in her face as he lifted her from the floor, only to backhand her again. It was brutal. Not at all what I was used to seeing in the club environment, nor had I wanted to. There were better ways to bring pain. None involving a fist.
This was real. The torture had to be the pink he referred to. Red obviously was death. The big question was would it get that far? This show was graphic and up close, but was it consensual? It sure as fuck didn’t look like it, but women could take a lot if it suited their lifestyle. Some even enjoyed the atmosphere and torment. They needed it in ways most didn’t understand.I did,which helped me to better dissect the scenes as they played. But it wasn’t enough for me to know if I needed to step in.
A deep breath left me as the video disappeared. It couldn’t have been longer than ten seconds, but the impact to my brain wasn’t going away any time soon, and surprisingly it had nothing to do with the blood or cuts. The woman…she was beautiful. Healthy. She’d taken care of herself if you considered grooming, which I’d been trained to do. Her dark hair was styled with layers, and she had acrylic nails. A natural color with a hint of glitter that had glistened from the spotlight above. This was no junkie looking for cash for a quick fix. There could be something here. I wouldn’t know unless I saw more. Did I want to? I could close this window right now and never look back.
A groan left me. I was drunk. Too fucking drunk for my own good sometimes. I couldn’t walk away from this. Not if there was the smallest chance this was real, which it probably wasn’t. I had to see for myself. If it was fake, I could move on. I wasn’t in a rush. If not…
Handler1019:Interested?
I paused in answering the message as I began to work my way into his system. There were too many questions. Why wait to see what I was dealing with. If this was the same person who made that video, I’d see through those cameras he recorded her with. If not, and he was conning me, I’d know that too.
Handler1019: You’re still here. Yes or no?
VCTYNU: Yes.
Handler1019: Live stream stays on continuously for yearly unlimited access members only. 1 bit. Nonnegotiable. .10 bit for one show only. Still interested?
Fuck his set up was good. Any other person I would have already been in. I was losing my touch.
VCTYNU: Yes.
Handler1019: Prove it. .002 bit=One hundred bucks.
“What…the fuck?” I nearly shot to my feet as multiple windows from his device popped up on my screen. It sent my adrenaline soaring as I projected them to the massive monitors covering my living room wall. “He wasn’t lying. She does exist.”
Information posted to our message for me to pay. I couldn’t back out now. I needed to know more. I had to see what was really happening for myself, and I needed to keep this guy close in case anything changed.
I hit the button, cautiously eyeing the large screens as I went through the quick process on my laptop. The girl wasn’t as she appeared in the link he sent me. She wasn’t asleep and shaking, she was awake, and she was curled into the wall she was restrained to.
“Who are you? Talk to me.”
I captured her face, running facial recognition as I moved back to the message box.
VCTYNU: Sent the bit for the show, plus the good faith amount. What now?
Handler1019: Day 3 starts in three hours. That’s midnight, EST. You be here by 11 EST. Click on the link in the forum. I’ll send you access. If you don’t click by 11:15, you miss out. Don’t be late.
The message box disappeared with no way to bring it back. It was gone, just as if our conversation never existed. It was fine. I got what I needed in the meantime.I had her.Fuck, why did she look familiar?
I stood, walking around my desk to get closer to the large screens. There were multiple views from the cameras. I headed over to the one zoomed into her trembling frame, and my eyes went right to the ink peeking around her side. I couldn’t get a good view, but there was something there. A tattoo, and it was big.
Tattoo. Tattoo.My eyes scanned the screen in a half daze. This was familiar, like déjà vu. I knew this woman. How did I know her? Had we met before?
Her sniffle filled my living room. Chattering from her teeth followed, and still I continued to close the distance. Who was this beautiful woman possibly choosing this life? It was too hard to believe this was real. People really did need this sort of environment. Did she? Could she be like so many in my old circle? I was torn. Hell, I would have paid for the yearly unlimited access long ago had I known this was consensual and she’d live. This was hardcore, but it wasn’t life threatening if she was cared for properly.
“Whoareyou?”
My whisper had her head turning right towards me, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at the cameras. It was enough for my heart to nearly stop. I raced to my computer wondering if I hadn’t forgotten to mute my mic. I was tapped into his system. I technically could talk to her, but it wasn’t me who got her attention. I was safe with my silence.
