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Browsing the dark web had become a pastime of Eric Cartman’s.
It was a hobby that would make the average person scoff.
But no, not Cartman. He was above the ‘average person’ who could stomach the gorey, fucked up, and downright disturbing videos on there.
Or at least, that’s what he thought.
It was a late Saturday night that was fading into early morning, and Cartman was browsing a particular website that he favoured quite a bit. The website was named NOTHINGWASTED.ORG .
It was a live cam-show website, except the people on there were in front of a camera (usually) against their will.
Cartman had seen all kinds of women be raped on the site, with their cunts ripped and tits cut. He had seen a few men and even children on the website too.
Usually, the victims died by the end. Cartman had watched a lot of people die, whether from the abductors killing their victims violently, or quickly, or whether they died slowly over the course of many hours. No matter what, they usually ended up dead by the end.
Cartman thought the shows where the victims didn’t die were the most interesting though. But that might be because necrophilia wasn’t really his thing.
He also had a preference for watching men on the site. He avoided the children zone at all costs- believing himself to be above that- and he didn’t care much for the women area. Men on the site were rare to come across, which made it that much more exciting. The sight of a man in pain, under the mercy of someone else, made Cartman excited .
It had been hammered into his head all of his life that men were dominant and superior, who could never show any amount of weakness. It was always exciting to witness a man in physical pain, begging for mercy and whimpering like a pathetic weak bitch. It always made Cartman hard.
This particular night, his cock was already hard and waiting. His hand was in his sweatpants, wrapped around the shaft, stroking lazily. He was browsing the front page, waiting for a male to pop up in one of the live thumbnails.
One particular show stood out to him the most, as the small pixelated thumbnail showed a slim redhead bound to a chair with a rather buff looking man standing next to them. Cartman squinted, unsure if the abductee was a female or male.
Why not? Clicking the link couldn’t hurt; plus, gingers were just his type.
However, as the black screen finally loaded into a video, Cartman’s whole stomach dropped. He was met with a face that was all too familiar.
“... Kyle ?”
Sat in a wooden chair that was hardly holding itself together, naked and bound, was Kyle Broflovski.
Cartman would be lying if he said he had never fantasised about seeing someone he knew on a site like this, but Kyle ? That was so not fucking okay.
Kyle was his most prized possession, even if Kyle didn’t know that he belonged to Cartman.
Cartman could only compare how he felt to how it would feel if you just watched someone else blow out your birthday candles, or if someone objected at your wedding.
When the fuck had Kyle been kidnapped? That night? Cartman hadn’t heard anything about Kyle going missing and with South Park being such a small town, news would’ve got around fast, so how the fuck was Kyle there?
His boner practically deflated as he removed his hand from his sweatpants, lurching forward in his seat to stare at his screen more intensely.
The man looked older, but not too much older than Kyle and Cartman; probably in his early to mid twenties. His hair was dark brown and there was clear stubble on his chin. It wasn’t a face that Cartman recognised. The man was circling around Kyle, eyeing him like a hungry shark.
Deep, nasty, blue and purple bruises were forming across Kyle’s body and there was even intense swelling in some of the areas. There were clear burn marks from cigarettes being put out on Kyle’s shoulders as well as huge blisters accompanying them, implying something much larger had been used to burn Kyle at some point.
Cartman was quick to take note of the condition Kyle’s body was in, but what struck Cartman as odd was that Kyle’s face and neck were left untouched. It was weird to see Kyle’s face and neck without a scratch while the rest of his body made him look like a prostitute from the eighties.
His eyes darted to examine the rest of Kyle’s body and he saw a pair of scissors were jabbed into the inside of Kyle’s elbow, deep. Blood was still seeping from the wound and it reminded Cartman of tree sap as it wiggled its way around the blades to rush down Kyle’s arm. Dried blood was stained around the blades, so Cartman could only assume the scissors must’ve been in Kyle’s arm for a long time or that they must’ve been used elsewhere previously.
Nails and screws were poking out of Kyle’s ankles and up his legs; they looked even deeper than the scissors. Some of the nails were bent in Kyle’s flesh, around long jagged cuts, as if someone had hit them with a hammer while they were submerged in Kyle’s skin.
Intense cuts were coating Kyle’s body, some deep enough to reveal thick strands of muscle. Blood was covering the exposed muscles, pulsating out of the wounds from the beat of Kyle’s heart and dripping down his body.
If Cartman squinted, he swore he could even make out white tissue peeking out from behind the shredded layers of Kyle’s skin.
Cartman felt sick. It was the first time on the site he felt nauseous, like he wanted to throw up and claw out his own eyes.
“ Let’s start bidding again,” The older man chuckled, leisurely striding over to the computer. (Cartman took quick note of the unusual accent of the man; he was danish.) The top half of the man’s face was out of view the entire time as he typed. After around twenty seconds, a new button was added onto Cartman’s screen.
‘ Bid: 000.00 ‘
Within no time at all, the number shot up. A vote also appeared in the form of a poll, with four options to choose from:
- Break fingers
- Rape
- Break ankle
- Branding
“ Nothing too permanent, ” The man barked with quiet laughter, standing back to admire the amount of money pouring in. “ This kid’s a highschooler after all, you know? But I’m telling you, highschoolers are always the best to go after.”
Cartman saw red . He wanted to kill this guy, to make him suffer even worse than what Kyle was having to endure. Chewing on his lower lip in frustration, Cartman watched as the poll was quickly voted on. It seemed that, the more money people bid, the more their vote on the poll was worth.
Cartman watched as people voted for ‘rape ’ and ‘ankle’ , observing how for a while the two were tied. Then, suddenly the option of ‘ branding ’ shot up and was tied with the other two. The first option was struggling, severely falling behind.
The man let the poll run for two minutes. He chuckled quietly to himself, observing as people fought in the chat for their desired vote.
As the poll came to an end, the same two options were still tied.
Rape .
Break ankle .
Cartmans stomach churned— Please oh god fuck please don’t. Sweating, he gripped his mouse. He wanted to close the tab, but an unknown force stopped his hand from moving.
The man stalked over to Kyle, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. With little care, he released Kyle from his binds and ripped the scissors from Kyle’s arm.
Kyle yelled out weakly and Cartman’s heart throbbed. He had never heard Kyle so small.
Cartman watched as the man guided Kyle off camera, then came to retrieve the camera a few moments later. Now, Kyle was bent over a wooden table, standing on shaky legs.
Pens and pencils were sticking out of Kyle’s back, something that Cartman couldn’t see when he first joined the stream. Cartman hid behind his hand as the man plucked the pens from Kyle’s back, ignoring how Kyle winced and tried to twist away.
The sound of a belt unbuckling made Cartman drop his hand and lean back in his chair… Surely not—
Kyle yelped and struggled weakly, he looked beyond exhausted. Evidently, Kyle had little fight left in him, but he kept on squirming and trying to move away. It was oddly fitting for Kyle to still be fighting, even if he had no possible chance of escape.
However, all of Kyle’s fight left his body as the man forced his cock inside. Kyle dropped his head, mouth popping open in a silent scream.
“ Tight bitch, ” The man grunted, grinning at the camera as he pulled back and then pistoned in again. His movements were sloppy, very obviously showing how little he cared about Kyle's well-being or comfort. His main goal was putting on a rough, violent show, and getting himself off.
“ No ,” Kyle sobbed, crimson fingernails digging into the old wood of the table. “ Stop… ”
Cartman grimaced, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and looking off to the side. He honestly couldn’t watch what was happening. But the choked noises from Kyle and the occasional pant or grunt from the older guy gave Cartman enough of a mental image of what was happening.
Kyle yelped as the man hooked his arms with Kyle’s, abruptly forcing Kyle back until his chest was pressed against Kyle’s back. “ Fuck, take it.” The man groaned, ignoring Kyle’s pained sob in response.
Cartman glanced at the screen, appalled at the display of Kyle being rocked into. But what was even more disturbing was the glimpse he got when Kyle’s legs were spread further, but then quickly shut again. Cartman studied the screen carefully, his brows knitting together as he waited for Kyle’s legs to move again. Perhaps he hadn’t seen right.
Soon, Kyle’s thighs were nudged open and that’s when Cartman confirmed what he saw: Kyle’s dick, hard.
“Are you fucking serious ?” Cartman muttered.
Cartman knew that you could get hard even if you weren’t horny or weren't happy- he had experience with getting hard while bored or even depressed- but this was a new kind of low. Surely, it couldn't be physically possible to be erect at a time like this, right?
It was then when the man reached around to grasp Kyle’s erection in his hand and give it a few hard squeezes. It was almost like the man was purposefully drawing attention to Kyle’s cock.
Cartman watched as the chat flooded with insults about Kyle being a ‘ Dirty whore ’, a ‘ Desperate slut ’, and mocked him for getting off on being raped. Cartman scowled.
They were remarks that he had seen many, many, many, times before. But it felt different with them being directed at Kyle. The words felt dirty to look at, so Cartman didn’t look again.
His attention was brought back to the screen after Kyle yelled out, clutching to the man’s arm and quivering. He had came, dry and pathetically. Kyle stumbled, trying to keep himself upright as the man thrust relentlessly.
Cartman watched as the man pulled out and stopped supporting Kyle altogether, which caused Kyle to collapse immediately. Luckily, he just missed hitting his head off of the table in front of him and the floor below.
The kidnapper grabbed Kyle’s ankle and dragged his bare body over to the camera, most likely to give the audience a better show.
He grasped his cock, giving it a few pumps, and forced Kyle to look into the camera. Every time Kyle tried to turn away, his kidnapper tugged at his hair harshly and pulled him back.
Cartman stared at Kyle’s deathly pale skin and hollowed cheeks. Heavy eye bags were also caressing beneath his eyes and were so dark that they could be mistaken for bruises. His hair was greasy and he was still shaking.
Kyle whimpered as hot jizz was suddenly splattered onto his face, coating his eyelashes, cheek, and even reached the bridge of Kyle’s nose.
Shaking, Kyle slumped in the man’s grip and almost fell forward. The man held him up and shook Kyle slightly, but Kyle was limp.
Without care, the man dragged Kyle back into the middle of the room and dropped him. Immediately, Kyle crumpled onto the floor and attempted to curl up into a ball.
Annoyed, the man kicked Kyle in the back which caused Kyle to yell in quiet surprise. The man tucked away his cock and walked off camera, leaving only Kyle in frame.
It seemed like days that Cartman was absentmindedly watching Kyle- completely still- on the floor.
When the man did walk back into view, he had a new item in his hands: a sledgehammer.
Cartman gripped his mouse as the man forced Kyle to lie flat, then stood on his knee to keep his leg down.
“ No, no, nonono! Please, no!” Kyle sobbed and tried to drag his body away, but it was deemed useless when the man brought the hammer down against Kyle’s ankle.
A sickening crunch echoed in the small room and the sound of Kyle’s bones splintering and shattering would stay engraved in Cartman’s mind forever. Kyle screamed, and screamed, and screamed as he attempted to bring his knee up to his chest to move it away. He didn’t want to face another blow of the hammer.
Kyle cried, pressing his face into the rough texture of the concrete floor. The man left view once more.
Suddenly, with no warning, Kyle heaved and then vomit erupted from his lips and spilled onto the floor. After his already empty stomach became emptier, he slumped against the floor. Kyle’s chest, head, and hair sank into the stinking substance.
He lay still, becoming part of the floor.
The man was quick to come over to Kyle, nudging him with his foot once all contents had escaped his throat. Kyle didn’t move, completely silent and still in his own bile.
Fear was quick to settle into Cartman’s stomach. He wanted to kill that guy, to throw something, or dive through the screen. Most importantly, he wanted to save Kyle. He felt violently ill as he sat in the desk chair, completely helpless as to what was happening on his screen.
Get up, Kyle, get up, Cartman wanted to scream. But Kyle made no attempts to get up.
The man crouched down, feeling Kyle’s vomit-covered neck with two fingers. It clicked in Cartman’s head that he was feeling for Kyle’s pulse.
The man tutted. “ I guess I’m going to have to stop the stream early. It’s a shame he couldn’t have made it to thirty-five hours. ” His tone highlighted his irritation, yet he spoke quickly, almost as if he was rushing to get out his words.
Thirty what? Cartman squinted as the chat exploded into frenzies of demands and pleas to keep going, to kill Kyle. The man either didn’t see them or ignored them, because he walked over to the computer and ended the livestream with nothing else said.
Once the screen finished its automatic refresh, the rest of the stream was available to watch. The end mark showed 34:08:29.
Had this really been going on for over thirty hours?
Cartman was panicking.
He got up, snatching his phone. He quickly began to spam Kyle’s cellphone, praying he picked up. He began to quickly pace his room, thoughts running wild in his head. Maybe Kyle had a secret identical twin he didn’t know about and that’s who was in the video instead. Maybe it wasn’t Kyle at all. Kyle would be fine.
But when Kyle’s cell phone kept going to voicemail, Cartman stopped his pacing and stood in the middle of his bedroom.
What the fuck had happened?
Why hadn’t he clicked off the video when he saw it was Kyle?
Images of Kyle being tortured, of the man’s sadistic looks, of the chat’s insults and of the money piling up flashed through Cartman’s mind.
He almost fainted, but luckily caught himself before he could.
Cartman sat on the edge of his bed, suddenly feeling exhausted. Maybe this was all a sick dream or a very realistic hallucination.
Cartman wasn’t sure.