Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content He finished the last of his Pepsi, scrunched the can flat, and dropped it on the desk. Casually he picked up a remote, and hit the on button. Directly in front of him, on the expensive flat-screen tv mounted on the far wall, came up a video. His profession paid well, and had many other advantages. One was that he worked for himself and set his own hours. If he wanted to disappear for a while he could, without suspicion. Another was that he was often called in to block access to, or erase disturbing material, and a lot of that material ended up on his hard-drive. The curious thing was that the man had his own set of principles. Anything involving underage victims was immediately reported to the authorities, and he had been responsible for a number of arrests. What he did transfer to his home computer gave him the links to locate more. If you knew where to look, there was plenty to find. Most of it was obviously fake, but some of it came close enough to approximating what he had experienced to give him food for thought. Such as the one that played now. He increased the volume in time to hear a high-pitched female screech. The noise reverberated off the apartments sound-proofed walls, and echoed around him. On screen, a woman - naked and bloody, with arms and legs spreadeagled - was bound to a tree. A hooded figure emerged from off-camera to slash at the woman's torso with a large hunting knife, then shoved the handle into her pussy, before he disappeared from sight. One final insult to the woman's already battered and ravaged body. The viewers were left to watch her head loll back, eyes pop open, and torso first convulse, then go limp. Rivers of blood ran down her skin and pooled in the pile of dead leaves at her feet as the grainy film faded to black. The scream died with her. The man sported an erection as his eyes drifted back to the computer monitor, and he tensed when he saw the message waiting. Not one quick to anger, even when in the midst of perpetrating his acts - it was better to remain calm and in control, in order to properly savour them - he felt a flash of annoyance and irritation at her reply. Bitch. He muttered to himself. At least the response confirmed in his mind that the person on the other end of the conversation was a woman. One who taunted him with the same endearment he had used with her. Honey. Not to mention the rest of her message. Taunting him. Who the fuck did she think she was? Without conscious thought, he clicked reply, and his fingers tapped the keyboard Why have a girlfriend when I can take any woman I want? The last to refuse me a hummer had her tongue cut out. Did you know they can still scream? What about you, let me guess? Some lonely spinster, sitting there with her hand between her legs, wishing someone even cared enough to rape her? Getting off on other peoples fantasies. Or maybe you're a dyke? His lips curled into a smile, but not one of mirth, as he moved to click, 'send'. Then he hesitated. He'd spoken to plenty of men on the forum, most of whom claimed to have raped and murdered themselves. However, each and every time, it had turned into a competition and, as their claims became more bizarre, he'd known they'd been lying. He'd also known that they hadn't believed him, and that pissed him off. What was the point of telling the truth if no-one was to believe it? Of having a secret if there was no-one with which to share? Or boast to. The message still on the screen, he took a deep breath, then inserted another line So have you heard a pig squeal? I bet you just googled it. How did it sound? Can you imagine that noise coming from a human being? How long do you think they can last before their vocal chords give out? Tell me. Why are you here, what are you looking for? If you really want to know what I'm capable of, what I've done, how it feels, ask. If you can handle the truth. The man added one final comment before he sent the message into the ether Don't let fear stop you. I don't know where you live. With that, he positioned the mouse pointer on the tracking application installed on his hard-drive. Unless she was hiding behind some high-tech masking software, he'd have her IP address within minutes. From there it was incredible what he could find out. Technology truly was a wonderful thing.