The deep web, dark net, evil internet. I find it interesting as a matter of fact. There is a lot of cool stuff to explore on there, my favorite being conspiracies and of course my discounted drugs from a small time dealer trying to make a name out on the markets. I don't consider myself a computer geek, but I understood the dangers and dark side of the deep web, I stayed clear and always tried to protect myself. I had thought that I was anonymous on the deep web, turns out I was wrong.
It was late night, my usual habits of gaming till 1 am, followed up by some porn, or surfing the deep web to catch up on the latest leaks or news. This was an unhealthy lifestyle, but I couldn't take college. I haven't told my parents I had dropped out since I moved out and barely even talked to them. If they found out, they would instantly move me out of the house that they pay for, and move me and my sister to the small city they moved to.
I still live in the same town I grew up in, same as my sister. But last year a decision was made to pack house and move cities since I was going away to college. My sister refused to change schools for her final year of high school, fighting till eventually my parents allowed us to keep the family house, letting me take care of her. Brooke, my sister, knows to keep this a secret or she would be moved away as well.
Anyways, I woke up well past noon. I see that Brooke had left for school already. With a robe and my bowl of cereal, I sat myself in front of my computer to check if my movie had finished downloading from last night. Pleased to see the bar at 100%, I proceeded to watch the opening credits to Hitman: Agent 47. Within a minute, I was disappointed to see that it was filmed in very crappy quality. I dragged my mouse to the bottom to uninstall when I noticed a notification on facebook. I rarely get any attention on facebook so I was intrigued. I clicked on the tab, bringing me to a friend request. I had no idea who the man was, but he looked my age, had a profile picture of a college party. Maybe I had met him before I quit college. I didn't think twice about accepting.
Right away, ping, a message from the newly added friend. Opening it up I chatted him for awhile.
One message sent a chill down my spine.
"do you feel so safe now DarkVigilante?"
I dropped my spoon and placed my bowl down.
"How do you know my ID??" DarkVigilante was my online ID when I surfed the darknet. Thousands of thoughts raced through my head as how he could've gotten my real name. Where was I lazy enough to allow my real identity slip.
"Do you feel like reporting us to the police again?"
I knew right there that this man was part of a group known as 9. 9 is an organization that "sells drugs" but ripped me out of a couple hundred. I sent an anon report about an drug syndicate and included some links for the police. I face palmed so hard, I had given them my address to mail the drugs to my house, but I had forgotten that part when reporting them.
"Get off your chair and go out to your door. You will find a small package. Don't you dare go running, you have no idea who we are, but we know every detail about you and are watching your every move. I look to the top of my computer and quickly unplugged my webcam. I went to my window and checked outside, as I could see, no one waiting to abduct me. I crack open the door and snatch the paper bag. I return to my desk and read the messages.
"Nice robe there"
He was definitely watching from the outside.
"I see you have a sister. Brooke Dragg. A very pretty girl. Just turned 18 a month ago too. Wish her a Happy Birthday for me Michael."
My heart sank, now I knew what they wanted. In my hands I held a fine white powder from the bag. The contents labelled "GHB, 20%"
"LEAVE MY SISTER OUT OF THIS", I was getting desperate now.
"You see, that's the only thing we want from you. Before she gets home, you WILL make her a little drink. You WILL dissolve that bag you received and message us when she falls asleep. If you do not comply, who will stop us from returning with more men. We WILL do the exact same act, only this time, she will be awake, and there will men lining downing the street to use that STI infected fuck meat."
I was frozen, I re-read his last message to confirm he was threatening a rape. Not like either option wasn't rape. I assume the later was the worse option.
"I will take that as a yes."