Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26867018-20151118144437

Each person has that story that haunts them. To some its the Holocaust, others may be horrified by the story of Ed Gein. For me it was an event from 3 years ago. I was working for the FBI and was told to use the laptop given to me by the agency to search for a deep web live cam site that at the time was only seen as a myth. The rumors included it as a place to spend money on death. My days became strictly work related and because of this I started drinking a mixture of cola and whiskey each night before I went to sleep. My friend Sebastian tried to set me up on two dates to try and get me to think of something other than work. I admired his dedication to helping me but it was no use, I was lost in the darkest corners of the Earth.



After months of searching chatrooms I was brought to a website that I am legally not allowed to name. The site was labeled like any normal live cam site (I have had plenty of pop up adds for those from my years on the internet) with a list of categories to choose from. The difference was the types of categories, with such choices as, pain, cannibalistic domination, bestiality and baby mutilation among others. This was when I sent the news to my handler, but I was unable to copy or paste the web address.



I was told to figure out if the site was true. I selected pain and the first video was called “Sandy.” the thumbnail was non existent. The video was a angle looking down on the victim, a boy, tied to a chair, shouting in arabic. His face and hair made it clear he was kept there for some time. An overweight middle aged man dressed in leather and wearing a ski mask entered with a piece of paper. He began masturbating the boy who was screaming in agony. The man was crying and it was shown that the man was using a piece of sand paper. This was peeling off the skin around the child's penis and causing him to scream in hope that it would stop. After I realized this, I saw the Dominating man leave from behind the camera. The man was left there crying and caused me to begin drinking. When the captor returned he came back with a 22. caliber revolver. The boy begged and was crying but mid sentence was put out of his misery by his captor shooting him point blank generating a pink mist from the opposite side of his head. The gunshot echoed in the room and created an eerie silence. The dead boy's chair was knocked over and the captor dragged it off camera, screeching on the ground with each tug. At that point I thought I had seen enough to know it was real. The camera was still running though, it was live and I had just watched the torture and execution of a 6 year old child and I did nothing.



My phone rang and my head turned fast and I picked up the phone, it was Sebastian. I answered the phone, I wondered what he needed. “Sebastian,” I exhaled into the phone, “I'm working.”

“When are you not these days?” He had something on his mind. “First Nate, that girl I set you up with a few weeks ago actually wants to go on a second date with you.”

“Look dude, I admire what your doing but I don't have time to go on another date.” I was trying to be as nice as possible, because I actually wanted to take that girl on a second date. “If I can close this case I will see about it,” I stated positively into the phone, “once I shut down this sight and find it's owner then I can think of dating some more.”

“Fine man, but make sure you don't wreck yourself mentally.”

“Too late.” I said sarcastically, we both let out a small chuckle and hung up on each other.



After that pleasant chat I went back to my laptop, which was logged into my email. I was hacked, and left this message on my email.



Dear Mr. Nate,

We have been watching you just as you have been watching our friends. The only difference is that we have been able to track your computer to pin down a street address. That is all.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">I spent no time calling my handler, but I stopped to consider the possibility of them listening in right now. If I closed the computer something could still happen so I decided something that today I realize was a little extreme. I pulled out my handgun and pulled out a silencer. I fired three shots into the monitor and emptied the rest of the shots into the keyboard to destroy anything inside it. I then took the computer to my kitchen sink and drowned it with water. I lived for the next 2 months on “Vacation” I returned to my apartment and was told by my landlord that some stuff was stolen. I guessed this would happen and I was prepared for anything with my gun in hand. The place looked like the Gestapo decided to throw a rave there. My laptop was still there but was removed from the sink, the rest of the place had stuff removed from places, clothing was on the floor and they took my TV. While investigating the crime scene of my own home, I noticed a package which had a small letter attached to it. I didn't want to open it, at all, so I read the letter first.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">Dear Agent Nate,

<p style="margin-bottom:0in">With love,

<p style="margin-bottom:0in">From me,

<p style="margin-bottom:0in">To you,

<p style="margin-bottom:0in">For our Anniversary

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">I took my boxcutter from my junk drawer, approached the package and held it in my lap. I was alone in my apartment about to open a suspicious box which most likely is from people who want me dead. I sliced the tape away, and opened it looking for a string or something that would show me it was a bomb, it was three things. A tape recorder with a tape already in it, another note and a bloody piece of sand paper. The note was the boy's name was Lamar, his dead face was printed onto the note, the note also said, you watched him die and you did nothing. The tape was the final straw, I pressed the play button and was meet with the haunting sounds of screaming and begging in arabic. Thats when I fell to my side in the fetal position and began crying.

<p style="margin-bottom:0in">Even now that I still see that boy's face, his short black hair and his brown eyes that were full of fear and pain, they were beautiful and innocent. He was begging for me to save him. His eyes were caught, forever expressing the last minutes of his life. His death has been stored into history along with many other people, each died, alone on the deep web.

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