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An icy shiver snakes through me.
I know that username, not from the streams but from the dark web.
Months ago, while tracing trafficking forums and hidden payment routes, I discovered it hidden inside encrypted boards tied to missing persons cases.
PrettyLittleDolls00.It’s a buyer account with outrageous funds and demands.
The kind other users avoid speaking about.
Cassidy picks up on the shift in my expression.
“What?”
I watch him without blinking.
“Where did you interact with that account?”
The trafficker starts quaking.
“I never spoke directly to them! Everything was anonymous and requests came through moderators sometimes”
“What kind of requests?”
He stalls.
That’s all Cassidy needs, she drives another chip in his asshole, deeper this time and as her gloved hand moves away, I see the blood coating it.
He yelps and shrinks back, anguish spreading through his features.
“What kind?” She repeats the question.
His voice breaks, “Specific appearances. Younger-looking girls. Costumes. Fear.”
The room drops into a heavy, unnatural quiet that hangs over everyone like a warning.
Cassidy’s hands clamp onto the edge of the poker table, the pressure turning her knuckles white.
I feel a dense sickness remembering the things attached to that username online.
Photos, rumors, whispers across encrypted forums, girls disappearing and bodies never found.
Every time the username has surfaced, threads they were part of end up completely gone shortly after.
As if some powerful being was scrubbing everything clean.
Monsterinyourcloset868starts openly crying.
“I swear I never met them and I only streamed what they paid for!”
Cassidy charges in front of him and snatches his jaw.
“You sold women to other monsters.”
“I didn’t fucking touch them!”
“You profited from it.”
I rise slowly from the chair, staring down at him while the realization sinks in.
