On that hot summer holiday, I spent my Sunday at home. Randomly browsing the internet. I was bored. I didn't find anything interesting. Until I came across a random site and found a short porn film. The film shot in a found footage style.

The film showed a man, with a scary psychotic smile, brutally raped a girl that was tied to the chair. She still wore a shirt and a short skirt. I couldn't see the girl's face because it was covered by her long hair. And it looked like she was passed out, because she didn't show any motion throughout the film. The film somewhat didn't seem staged. It looked real to me. The film looked like it was shot from under a table. Whoever recorded the footage, they were there, watching from their hiding place, unknown to the man who raped the girl.

"Holy shit", I shouted. Even though the film was brutal, but I had to admit that it was also hot.

The next day, I came by my friend's house, Jerry. He was known as the porn film supplier among our friends in the neighborhood, so I asked him about the rape footage I found the day before. "Have you ever watched it?" I asked him as I showed him the film that I copied to my phone. Jerry stared at me, as if he was about to tell me something, but wasn't really sure if he would do it.

"Ya, I've watched it", he replied. He paused for quite a long time. "I watched it live", he added. I was shocked and confused at the same time by his answer. Then he explained that he was the one recording the footage and anonymously posted it online.

I was excited. Like I said, even though the film was brutal, it also looked hot. I asked him about how he felt of being there. "It was hot to watched it live, but also scary", he explained. "I was scared that the man would find me. He was much creepier than you saw in the footage", he added. "Thank god I was able to sneak out when he was in other room."

Jerry explained that he was in the man's house because he thought the place was empty, since the doors and windows were always shut. So he thought to sneak in and steal some stuff for him to sell.

"A man like that, he must still keep that girl there, right? Or, he must have another girl in there, right?", I asked him. Jerry didn't seem sure about it. I asked him to get me to the house. I was very intrigued by the feeling to watch the event live.

Jerry seemed reluctant, though he admitted that watching it live was hot, he didn't want to take a risk of being caught by the mad man. I pushed him to, at least, show me the house. He finally agreed to accompany me there, with one condition: if we didn't find anything happened there, we would go out and never go back.

The next day, we were there, sneaked inside the mad man's house. We're hiding under a table. Then the man walked in. He carried a seemingly passed out girl. Different girl than what I saw on the footage, I guess, since she had a different hairstyle and wore a different outfit. The mad man put her on the chair and tied her in a way that she couldn't escape, but he could do anything to her.

And then I saw the event happened. Live. It was brutal, but it also hot. Even hotter than when I watched it on the footage. The girl's hair covered her face, so I still couldn't figure who she was. I was curious about it though.

Then something even more horrid happened.

The mad man banged the girl so hard, her hair fell to the floor. Wait. It wasn't a hair. It was a wig. When I looked to see the girl's face, I was shocked. It wasn't a girl.

It was Billy Summers, a boy about my age, from my neighborhood, who was reported missing a few days earlier. And he didn't seem alive to me.

"Holy shit!" I shouted too hard from shock and horror, the mad man heard me. He stopped banging, walk towards the table where I and Jerry were hiding, and looked down. The man grinning from ear to ear when he saw us.

Consumed by horror, we cowered ourselves against the rear wall. The man reached out his hand, trying to grab us. I kicked his hand the best way I could, but he eventually grabbed my leg and pulled me out from under the table.

I was screaming in horror. I was kicking and punching. But the mad man was way stronger than me. I looked at Jerry, I reached my hand out to him, and I was screaming for help. Jerry just sat there, with a flat expression on his face.

After the mad man successfully held me down, he paused for a while and stared at Jerry who still sat under the table. The man grinned like a psychopath.

"Good stuff. Worth the money", the mad man said.

Jerry stared back at the mad man, and smiled.

"I told you."