I finally decided to find out the truth.
I bought a small hidden camera and carefully concealed it in my room. I knew that if he found it, he would break the agreement, and the consequences would be unpredictable. But continuing to live with that uncertainty was even worse.
That night everything happened exactly the same as always.
He appeared.
He handed me the pill.
I took it.
And the world went dark again.
The next day I waited for him to leave the house, locked the door, and played the recording.
For several minutes nothing unusual happened. I lay motionless on the bed, fast asleep.
Then the door opened again.
He entered slowly, approached without making a sound, and sat down next to me.
I held my breath as I stared at the screen.
With a disturbing gentleness, he began to caress my hair.
He did it with a tenderness that was disturbing.
But there was something much more chilling.
A strange smile appeared on her face, a smile I had never seen on her when she was awake.
I wanted to stop the video, but I was unable to move a single finger.
He continued sitting next to me for what felt like an eternity.
And then he did something that left me completely paralyzed with terror…
Suddenly, he pulls out his cell phone and starts recording me. He slowly circles the bed, searching for different angles with the calm of someone performing a perfectly rehearsed routine. Then he places a camera on a tripod, turns on his laptop, and opens a website.
As soon as the screen lights up, I feel a knot in my stomach.
There are dozens, maybe hundreds, of videos. The same room. The same lighting. The same bed. The same scene over and over again. The only thing that changes is the young women who appear unconscious, completely defenseless. Beneath each recording, thousands of comments and donations from people who pay to witness this macabre spectacle.
At that moment, all the pieces fall into place.
That’s how he amassed his fortune.
