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The next day at the office, three more tapes sat on my desk. Dean, sitting in his chair dealing with other files, I knew I’d have to look at these without him. That didn’t mean I’d be watching them alone, however. It was my one demand. Never put me in a room alone with these tapes. They wouldn’t come out in one piece.
Jared was the resident tech intern, working more hours for less money than any of us. He was useful for the case because he knew all the terms. We knew he could probably hack our emails at any moment, so none of us ever dared to ask why.
Jared sat to my right as I put in the first tape. Just like all the others, the white snowy static turned quickly into a shaky scene. There was no graphic, no intro. Never any faces. It took me only a second to find the victim, a young, naked brown-skinned woman with her wrists tied above her head by a metal chain. As if tied to a fishing line, the woman was dangling from the chain, her arms in obvious pain, her face twisted to show her suffering. The camera closed in on the woman and panned her from head to toe. When the camera got to her feet, it became obvious they were a few inches off the ground. It was never clear where the chain above her ended. For several moments, she just hung there, like laundry waiting to dry.
“You can find stuff like this on youtube,” Jared said. “Other than the nudity, of course. Obviously, there’s no direct sexuality going on, so they’re allowed to air it. It’s a kink thing. Some guys like to tie up their girls.”
I said, staring at the naked woman, “I think this goes a little farther than kink, Jared.”
“Oh, absolutely. At least, in the ways we think about it. You know, most people think of kink as games couples play when they think their marriage is on the rocks, but kink is ultimately about power. Whether it’s tying up your girlfriend with a silk cloth or kidnapping and hanging someone out to burn in the desert heat like this, it’s all about setting dominance over someone you want to control.”
“Let me get this straight,” I said. “You’re saying that they’re all one in the same? Some couple spanking one another are basically doing the same thing as whoever is doing this to these women?”
Jared touched his nose, an old habit from when he wore glasses. “Essentially, yes. It’s all about asserting power and control, like I said. Whoever is sending us these tapes, they’re just ramping it up to eleven.”
The tape appeared to fast forward by itself into the evening. The woman stayed in the exact same position. She couldn’t fall asleep, but she never really cried out, either. Either it was staged, or she’d realized there was nobody within 100 miles that would ever help her.
The tape fast-forwarded again to the morning. The woman appeared exhausted, but incapable of losing consciousness due to the pain in her arms. It seemed like this torture would go on forever, but then Jared noticed something.
“Look,” he said. “Pause it. Bring it back.” I rewound the tape slightly. He paused. Was it because I bent over? I stood back up and caught his eyes dart back into place.
“Hey,” I said. “Watch it.” Jared looked apologetic, but a good bit of me wanted him to own the moment and be a man. A good bit of me wanted this dark room to be darker, more lockable.
In my head, I’m thinking “Jared, lock the door.” I’m thinking “Jared, come closer.”
“Why?”
“Just do it Jared. Turn off the snuff film, and unzip your fly. I want that cock of yours lodged deep in my mouth, and I want it right fucking now.”
In my head, Jared stands above me, my hair in a ponytail made by his fists, my jaw cracked open with his bulging dick ramming the back of my throat. My hands holding themselves behind my back, unable to stop the onslaught of come on my tongue.
“Amy?” Jared asks. “Are you okay?”
I snapped out of it. “Fine,” I said. “Let’s watch the next one.”
I sat back down and let Jared show me the little thing he noticed, the fact that although this woman was in intense pain and agony, there was a trickle of fluid running down her thigh. It wasn’t blood, and it wasn’t spit.
“Pre-cum,” Jared said. “She’s turned on.”
He said, “She’s been turned on the entire time.”
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