By the time I turned fifteen and reached the end of my 10th grade, I’d grown used to the normal experiments and entertainment I was doing for myself.
Because no matter what I tried, the setting was the same every time and I was bored with it now. I wasn’t getting the dopamine rush I loved so much, and it was starting to frustrate me now.
I wanted something new, something different, something big. Yeah, that’s right. I wanted to do something big this time. But I didn’t know what I could do, therefore I started searching for new ways.
I began searching for new ways in every place, and for that, I started noticing things closely. The people that were around me, the things they did, the way they acted, the relationships they had, how they had them, and what could make things go south, I started observing every little detail.
Then one day, I found what I was looking for. And it was not somewhere out in the world, but rather in my own house.
It was the time of night, I’d woken up from my slumber to go pee when I heard some voices down from downstairs. I sneaked to the side and listened and tried to watch.
It was my mom and dad, they were arguing over something. After listening for a while things became a little clear. Mom found some messages on dad’s phone; he was talking to a woman in his office.
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That in itself was not wrong, but he was doing it in a way no married man should do. After listening to it a bit more, I got to know that the advances were made from the woman’s side. His mistake was that he got tempted easily.
My parents fought over it for a good while before things calmed down finally. They resolved the matters, of course. Dad apologized many times and messaged that woman at the moment and told her not to talk to him again, and blocked her contact afterward.
Things calmed down, and while a normal kid would have taken a breath of relief what I saw was an opportunity. I saw the path to a way where I would be able to see so much suffering and despair on the faces of humans that I’d never have seen even in my wildest dreams.
Thus from the next day onwards, I started working on it and planning things out. For what I was going to do, I needed money. Lots and lots of money.
However, that was not really a problem. Because from all the rats I’d had in all the schools I’d been to, I had collected a fair amount of money. Forcing the poor to give me a good sum of money had a satisfaction of its own.
But that was not enough, so I used the current rats I had and told them to bring me money. I didn’t care where they brought it from; stealing, snatching, begging, whatever they did it was their own problem. I just wanted the load.
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It took me about seven months to collect the amount I needed, and once that was done I moved on to the next stage.
I entered the dark web again that day. Actually, I’ve been using it for a while to find what I was looking for. But now I finally had the money, so I rented a woman from there.
And I’d say, it was pretty cheap there. I didn’t know you could rent humans for such a reasonable price. But then again, it was the dark web.
I’d have to spend a lot of money just to keep my laptop and information safe, or there were high chances that the next day someone would have rented me with a discount.
Once the payments were made I met with the womanโvirtually that is, I was not a fool to go meet someone connected to the dark web in person. I was also just a teenager, so I didn’t think it was right to meet with her in person even if no dangers were involvedโ and told her what she had to do. Her work was simple, really.
All she had to do was meet with my dad by sheer coincidence, do that multiple times and then start seducing him.
I had spent a fair amount of time stalking my dad so I knew the bar where he went every Saturday, thus the location of where she’d to meet was confirmed.
Things started well, but after four Saturdays my dad was starting to get trapped in her web. It was understandable, I’d chosen her because she was used to this kind of stuff.
During that time I continued squeezing money from my rats, and after a span of two months, he was cheating on my mom. And I knew this because she’d sent me the *** tapes of my dad as proof.
Three months later I finally got the opportunity I was waiting for. One day my mom was at her work, and I had school, but it was a holiday for dad.
As expected he called her homeโ though I am sure she was the one who pushed the idea since I’d told her to do thatโ and they had a nice little party. According to my instructions, she made sure to get him completely drunk.
Once that was done, she pulled him into the bed and informed me at the same time through a message. I played the final trick then. I called mom and told her to bring me something I’d forgotten; I told her that it was really important, and can’t be delayed.
She went home, and well, things went as I’d expected. To see the looks on their faces I’d also arrived home a few minutes after momโ I never really went to school, to begin with.
A lot of drama happened after that. I remember seeing my mom fall to the floor when she caught both of them in the bed. She was broken down to the core. No words were coming out of her mouth, only tears.
Dad tried explaining everything, but of course, he had nothing to explain. Everything was there in front of her. She sat still for a few hours as if something had snatched her life.
The look she had on her face was different, unlike dad who had pure despair, regret, and sadness. Her expression was something I’d never really seen before, and it left me perplexed as much as it thrilled me.
The intensity was just as I’d expected. I got back the dopamine rush, and this time it was much wilder, much harder, and bigger than ever and it lasted long. I felt like I was floating. I was really happy, really thrilled.
There was nothing else in the world I wanted right now, I was at my prime and was enjoying every day that went filled with sadness, suffering, and despair.
Three days later my parents got divorced, something I’d expected. I moved in with mom, although she was never the same after that.
However, a week after the divorce something that I hadn’t expected happened. Something terrible, something that made me fall into despair, rather than making me enjoy it.
