The October Music: Fourth Verse - Day 5

Temptation

            Conleth looked around before quietly shutting and locking the door. He was going to do something bad and didn’t want any witnesses. With a sigh of relief, he sat down at his computer and pulled up the browser specifically designed to prevent anyone from tracking him. He needed to be a shadow. After loading up the main page, he began to flip through random pages.

            They were the standard dark fare to begin with. Hitmen who were almost certainly feds trying to bait idiots. Garbles of numbers and letters hiding what was likely videos of things even Conleth was repulsed by. Even if he had wanted to see, he would have had to prove himself to the monsters therein and he didn’t have the prerequisite knowledge or material.

            Boring. Boring. Boring. He shook his head as all the sites that he unearthed were the same standard fare he was used to seeing. The same sites, the same users, the same overdone content. He wanted something new. Even the faked red rooms weren’t doing it for him anymore. He craved novelty.

            He was about to log off for the night and resign himself to just standard normie fare when the last site popped up. It was a black screen with a white bar in which something could be typed. No sign of what the site was about or anything. Intriguing. Conleth knew he should click away, but the white bar kept calling to him, begging him to write something. Despite his better judgment, he cautiously typed in the word ‘hello’.

            A long, loud screech poured from his speakers but then the site refreshed. It was the same black screen, but now a video was embedded. He clicked ‘play’ and watched as a light was flipped on. The room was sterile and white and bright. A table covered with gleaming steel tools sat next to what appeared to be a dentist’s chair. Well, Conleth thought, this was new.

            A moment later, two large, masked figures dragged in a third masked figure and placed it on the chair, securing the wrists and ankles with restraints Conleth hadn’t noticed before. A tingle of excitement ran through his veins as he watched a fourth man, this one wearing a doctor’s mask, walked in, grabbed a scalpel, and began to cut frantically at the figure in the chair. The person rocked back and forth, trying to get away, as blood streamed from the gashes. Oh yeah, Conleth thought, this was the stuff.

            He was about to undo his pants and engage in his filthy work when the doctor on-screen pulled off the mask of the person in the chair. It was Conleth. Ice froze his heart as his eyes widened. It wasn’t possible. He was watching this. It couldn’t be him.
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            The doctor turned to the screen and pointed at the timestamp in the corner. The date was tomorrow. He waved at the screen and the computer shut down and Conleth was suddenly very, very alone.