Out of curiosity, I typed “Snuff Film” in the search box. Right away a number of results appeared. I clicked on the first link and was brought to a clean website with a black background and cubes containing videos and their descriptions. A psychotic would have browsed through the hundreds of videos, but a psychotic I was not.
I clicked on the first video which was uploaded about a month ago. Somewhere in the world, a family member was searching for this loved one who was stripped down to her bra and panties, whimpering in fear. I didn’t know her identity and neither would the searching family. The victim’s head was covered with a black pillowcase.
“Please.” The woman cried out. I turned my speakers down even though I was the only one in the apartment. “Please don’t do this.”
Her murder stepped into the room which appeared to be an abandoned prison cell judging by the bars on the window. Or an apartment designed for these type of recordings. The bars kept their victims locked inside of the ropes didn’t hold.
I could tell the suspect, or torturer was a male. The chauvinistic sadist wore a plain white mask and he had a muscular build that his black suit was struggling to contain. One flex and the seems might burst. The poor victim wept uncontrollably when she heard footsteps approaching. He closed the rusted door behind him and placed his large hand on the top of her head.
“Would you like it quick and painless. Or slow and agonizing?” He questioned in a soft tone of voice. My entire body shuddered and a chill as if a millipede was descending down my spine.
“Don’t do this please!” The woman screamed once more. The plea angered her antagonizer and he slammed his fist into the back of her head.
“I wasn’t asking you.” He said and look into the lens of the camera. His black eyes locked onto mine. I couldn’t watch anymore once I felt my stomach turn into a knot. Not only was I witnessing a murder, the suspect was literally pulling me into the ordeal. Once I moved the mouse towards the X of the browser, an ad popped up on the screen.
Before you go, would you like to see a live video?
What the hell. There’s a live video! If someone was going to be murdered in my current time, maybe there was someway I could help.
I grabbed my cellphone with 911 already dialed up. I clicked on the OK bar and the video began to upload. The operator on the other end picked up and I remained silent until the video finished buffering. Why was I on the site in the first place? I was just curious, but now I felt this need to help. “911 what is your emergency.”
“Hello. I would like to report a murder.”
The video was complete and my own computer’s camera turned on. Behind me stood someone tall in a tight black suit. “Would you like it quick and painless? I prefer it slow.” He said and leaned over beside me to look into the camera.
