2 [SoM] | This is just a chatroom | <2> *NSFW*

[I obviously couldn't help my girlfriend, and they just wanted to watch me crumble slowly to pieces. Resigned to my fate, I crawled back to the chair slowly and with great effort, heaved myself up onto the chair, closing my eyes and ignoring the messages of mocking comfort that came in during my outburst, telling me that I'll be alright and the likes. I took a deep breath to steady my fingers and typed.]

You: What next?

Moderator: Ah, there you are. I was wondering where you had gone to.

You: Stop playing with me. What are you gonna do to her now?

Moderator: Playing? I prefer to call it 'teaching a lesson'. If you must know… we did warn you before.

You: Oh, you did, huh? You didn't define clearly that you were going to do that!

Moderator: What's done is done.

You: Just let her go, okay? You've done enough damage as it is. C'mon!

Moderator: Oh? We're nowhere near 'done'. We're getting started.

You: You're crazy, you know that? What are you, some sort of judgment God?

[The Moderator would usually reply immediately after my message, but this time, there was no reply for a whole minute, but as I stared blankly at the chatroom window, I saw a movement in the live video window.

I rushed to click the 'maximize' tab, only to see a muscular man with rings in his eyebrows and nicotine in his teeth grin—or rather, bare his teeth at the camera, his bloodshot eyes seeming to bore straight into my terrified and furious soul. I stared wide-eyed, as the man grabbed red-hot pliers and roughly took hold of my girlfriend's hands, before methodically ripping her nails out one by one.

The 'hand torture', however, if you like, didn't end there at all. He lit a cigarette and took a puff right in her face and cackled, before sucking the blood from my girlfriend's left thumb and stabbing the lit end of the cigarette straight into the nailless end of her thumb.

I could only stare wide-eyed in horror as the screams emanating from her throat were so loud that her voice broke halfway, but her mouth continued to open wide in a silent scream, her eyes wide too at first, but they shut halfway through her screams in a futile bid to slightly ease the burning pain. Now, I genuinely thought that that was the end of it. Alas, it was not to be.

I couldn't blink as the man repeated… whatever he had done to her thumb to her other fingers. I was so flabbergasted that I could no longer find the strength to scream. I could only watch in never-ending horror, as the man plucked her toenails out too, albeit slowly this time. My girlfriend, apparently, had given up screaming too, just wordlessly accepting whatever torture they tossed at her. This was truly the stuff of nightmares, and it was burnt into my memory forever—one of the rare moments where I hopelessly prayed and prayed that I wasn't eidetic.

I blinked in surprise and deep down in me, relief, as the live video window blanked out, and closed on its own. My attention returned to the chatbox, which now had one chilling message from the Moderator.]

Moderator: It's getting late, so we shall let you two rest. We'll continue in the morning. Sweet dreams, mister.

[I leaned back in my chair, trembling all over from a whole range of opposing emotions. I was angry, disgusted, confused and upset all at once, but with the mental battering my brain and soul had taken tonight, I needed to rest.

I slammed the laptop lid shut, and rested my head on the table. I closed my eyes but I was unable to fall asleep, not knowing how my girlfriend was doing. Images and flashbacks of the tossed aside bloody nails and echoing shrieks flashed in my mind and I opened my eyes in resignation, unable to fall asleep. I stared straight ahead at the wall as I tried to push those memories to the back of my head… until I finally drifted off to a night of restless sleep.]