Netted: The Beginning (The Silent Red Room Saga Book 1) by K. T. Rose

Author:K. T. Rose [Rose, K. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Jessica turned to find her phone face up on the mattress. 9:06. There was still a little time to get set up for the show.

She turned on her rump and lifted her laptop from the foot of her bed.

She signed into the Tor browser after checking her IP settings. Private. But the last few times, she hadn't bothered. The whole anonymous thing had to be a myth and if not, great. It would make it easier for Father Paul to notice her. Like the groupie who dressed the least and screamed the loudest at a rock concert, she yearned for him since the first night she’d seen his show.

One night, after Brandy left, the wipeout videos turned into Illuminati-worshipping conspirators. From there, YouTube recommended videos on satanic cults which then turned into darknet expeditions. The world beyond Google seemed interesting enough. Not the sick porn, but expelled government secrets, the black market, and Red Rooms.

With nothing to do on a lonely Thursday night, she did some exploring herself.

She downloaded the Tor browser, per the YouTubers suggestions, and used a list of backlinks, also from the YouTubers, to navigate. There, she ran into The Silent Red Room. Initially, the screen had gone dark. Jessica remembered thinking her computer had crashed or that she’d hit a link with a virus attached to it. But then a message popped up in red letters: TO ENTER, YOU MUST PAY THE SITTING FEE. She smiled. Ron sent hundreds of dollars a month in child support to Granny, who’d give over half to Jessica. She had thousands saved. But what the hell was Bit Coin? A quick search on her phone gave her the answer. Before she knew it, she traded 1500 USD for 0.25 BTC.

Afterward, she waited.

She chuckled at the dark loading screen; a white skull rotated in the center. After a half hour, the screen went powder white, forcing her to squint. Then, a message popped up in red dripping letters:

Place your bets and your method of torture. The highest bidder gets their method chosen. There will be as many rounds as needed. The match ends when the highest bidder chooses a killing blow. Sexual torture will not be prohibited. All available tools are laid out. If your tool is not on display, request it and we will make it available for next month’s show. We recommend viewing in an isolated area while browsing incognito. Enjoy.

The camera cut to the blue room. In the chair was a pale woman. Tied by hemp rope, she didn’t move, nor did she try.

This shit is fake, Jessica remembered thinking.

Father Paul came into view. His name stitched in white across the breast of his fitted sweater.

At the bottom of the screen, the message popped up: PLACE YOUR BETS.

Less than a millisecond later, a thread popped up. One read: Slice her nostril: 0.012 BTC. Another read: Ax her arm off; 0.018 BTC. And another: Scoop out an eyeball: 0.032 BTC. The bets came in so fast, that she lost sight of the commands and before she knew it, the text disappeared from the screen.

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