Chapter 156: One to Lure, One to Initiate (1/2)

[Trigger warning: Please tread carefully. The video speaks of violent sexual abuse. If you are not comfortable with it, please skip.]

The notepad was ready and Nash and I sat together, prepared to watch this horrifying tape.

”Don't worry. They are already tracking the IP address from which the live stream is being done,” he said.

I sucked in a deep breath before pressing play.

”Hello there, bitch. Are you comfortable right now? I doubt it.” The man speaking sounded like he was in his late forties to early fifties. The rumble of his voice and the slow, almost amused way he addressed the captive female was disconcerting.

But the way he stopped and spoke made it sound like he had said this speech over and over again, but he still hadn't lost the pleasure of telling his victim exactly what was happening.

This was the initiation.

So far, a woman in her twenties could be seen on the frame.

”Wrists and ankles chained, gagged, probably blindfolded. You are disoriented and scared too, probably. Perfectly normal… under the circumstances.”

I held my breath. Definitely scripted. The woman in the video was indeed chained and gagged, but the blindfold was not on. I quickly wrote down the first point of identifying the man.

”You'll be fine. For a little while, at least. For now, you need to listen to every word I say. It is very relevant to your situation. I am going to tell you in detail why you have been kidnapped and what's going to happen to you, and how long you will be here.”

”I don't know the details of your capture because I don't care about it. The information is based on my experience dealing with captives over several years. Now, you are here against your will. Totally helpless. And you don't know what your future holds. You are either scared or pissed off. I know that you've already tried to get your wrists and ankles loose and know you can't. And now you are waiting to see what is going to happen to you.”

I pressed pause.

”This isn't a tape of his procedure, but he is saying it like he can't change it,” I noted. ”Like a ritual.”

Nash pressed his lips together. ”The blasé way in which he speaks about the condition shows that he is desensitized to it and it is not the act of capturing or scoping out that excites him, but the acts performed during the capture,” he added sombrely.

Then the idea sparked in my head. ”Have we identified the woman in the video yet?” I asked.

”Not yet. We are looking through missing person's reports and social media to see if her face matches with anything of consequence, but nothing so far.”

”We could triangulate a location where the women are being held if we got some of the other victims,” I muttered.

”Let's continue,” Nash prompted.

”Remember, our primary interest is in what you got between your legs.” I sucked in a harsh breath. So, crude. It was jarring listening to this in real-time. ”You're be taken thoroughly and repeatedly for all you are worth. You have been snatched and brought here to be trained and used as a sex slave. Sound kind of far out? Suppose it is to you general folk. But to us seasoned folks, it's just another day.”

More than one person involved?

”One to lure in and the other initiates?” Nash asked.

”I think so. He seems like the kind of man who wants to be heard. He wants to be the one in control. He is speaking in an almost soothing voice, which means that he wants to be the only one they think is merciful.”

”The captor becomes the savior…” Nash trailed off.

”You are going to be kept and used by force. You are going to be kept naked and chained like an animal, to be used at my disposal.”

And it went on and on for an hour.

The things the man said were horrifying. But more horrifying was the comments on the live-stream. The people cheered him on, anticipating what would come next. What would happen to this one?

And the comments suggested that this speech was something they had heard a hundred times.

The camera shook slightly and we could figure that the man was holding it up in his hand. Maybe he was using his cellphone.

He mentioned the involvement of women. Maybe a wife or a girlfriend was involved.

”We need to see the others,” I whispered. Nash had his head in his hands and I knew he was trying to erase the words from his head.