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With a bored sigh Jordon dropped his wallet and keys next to his computer on his desk, finally back in his apartment after a day of work. He didn't bother with locking his apartment door, it wasn't something he felt was necessary. If someone walked in, or tried to, he'd hear it. And he felt he was reasonably strong to defend himself, he'd lock it when he decided to sleep. A scowl rested on his face as he stared at his phone, reading the text as soon as it came in.
"Remember the dare, if you're not a pussy you'll go through with it." Jordon could swear that he heard Aron's taunting tone even through the lettering on a piece of technology.
Without a care, he dropped the old, second hand phone next to his stuff on the desk. Firing up his computer, stretching as he logged on. All the applications he had required for the dare were installed by Aron, and he was only the littlest bit reluctant to go through with it. After a week of teasing by Aron and his other friends about him being a pussy all because he wouldn't go through with their challenge he snapped, sick of hearing it, he had everything he needed to do it. It had all been set up last night.
"Go onto the dark web, go onto at least five different websites and give us evidence to prove you did it." Aron laughed, Jordon folding his arms. He knew they had to be kidding, weren't they aware how dangerous that place was? "And spend longer than five minutes on each."
They weren't joking. With a final stretch of his arms Jordon let out a sigh, placing his hand onto his mouse and following the steps given to him by his friend. Staring at the screen with a concentration he was never able to have with his work. And eventually, he found what he was looking for, the gateway into the darkest minds in humanity.
LAST CHANCE was written in big, red, capital letters at the top of the screen. Jordon let out a shaky breath as his eyes lingered on them for a while before moving onto the lettering below. If you don't know what's ahead already, you're probably in the wrong place. Below that, the letters turned a faint turquoise colour, standing out against the black background. His options were to leave or to enter. He felt way too reluctant to do either.
"I'm not a pussy." He muttered to himself, taking a deep breath as his heart raced. Clicking "enter" and watching the screen as the next page opened, his heart speeding up as his blue eyes widened in anxiety. The websites were all listed as if it was a normal search, but he definitely wasn't using Google.
He scanned over the lettering for a small while, before deciding he'd start easy. There were enough drug sites on the web, and he didn't feel like anything would horrify him about seeing drugs for sale. People sold drugs illegally all the time, no biggie. And as promised, he stayed on the website for a few minutes, clicking around for a small time before finding something hidden. Leading to an extra page that made him feel sick to his stomach, cringing his eyes shut as he regretted unintentionally reading the sentence and seeing the images of bodily fluid being made into pills. In a rush to click out of that website and back to the others, staying at the homepage. He felt like he had to bleach his fucking eyeballs after what he had seen, and it was only his first website!
"Dude, what the fuck? I'm on the first website and it's gross as fuck. I feel sick." Jordon decided to have a small break, texting Aron. For some reason he felt that the friend was laughing out as he replied.
"I'll believe you when I see the evidence."
"Sure, I'll just take a photo of pictures of cum pills on my screen and send it to you."
"I don't want to hear about your kinks, Jordy."
Fucking asshole. Jordon dropped his phone back on the table, his blue eyes travelling back to the computer. The next one he saw was one selling guns, something he was sure wouldn't bother him. And so, a few more minutes were spent admiring the weapons for sale, that he would never buy. And the next site confused him for the first couple of moments, seeing a person strapped to a bed with a time on the bottom corner of the video. It was live, and he felt himself shake as he realised what was going on. This person, whoever they were, had all their senses taken from them, and the timer, was probably timing how long it would take them to go insane. His arm twitched a little as anxiety and chills crept up his spine, staring at the gagged person for a moment before a loud noise of something falling over made him jump.
"Shit..." He cursed, placing a hand to his heart as it starting beating so hard and fast that he was convinced it would explode out of his chest. The noise was in the video, and a door off to the corner opened, a masked person walking in. The victim unaware of anything going on. Jordon frowned for a moment as he watched the man, wearing a stereotypical criminal mask walk around and grab something. Dread filled him as his eyes grew wide in horror once again, the items on a tray making him bail out of the page.
Without thinking about taking a moment to have a break, he clicked onto the next website. Still horrified with a racing heart as he stared at the website, all to do with kidnapping and assassinations. For a minute Jordon breathed heavily, as if he had been suffocated for the past minutes and was only now just receiving air. And a moment later his brain went back to the stream, of the tools and needles of a surgery given without consent to someone. That was going on right now, clicking off didn't change the fact that the poor person was now being brutally tortured by the creep who walked through the door.
Jordon's shoulders tensed as he thought about his own door, eyes journeying to his key. He left his door unlocked. A notification sounded on his computer, a small box appearing on the screen with "Hello" written. That was all. A small bar at the bottom giving him the option to reply. His eyes went from the key to the computer a few times, before he rushed to grab the key and ran to his door, locking his door and spending extra time on making sure there was no way anyone could get in. He didn't want to become a victim like the person on the previous website.
His key remained in the door as he shakily walked back, sitting down with a loud breath as he looked to the screen. Freezing at the text that appeared next.
"Wise choice."