Dr nicely.

For those not familiar with the concept, these places are basically kill sites that are designed

to allow viewers from across the globe to log in to the dark web and see people get tortured,

raped, gourd, murder, and God knows what else.

Think BDSM, necrophiliacs, hate porn, and times it by about a hundred and you get the basic idea.

Most of the people who wind up in one of these never come back out.

And then there's me, the janitor.

I think my job is actually the most important of all.

Usually when I go in in the entire place needs a

scrub from top to bottom. These perverts don't give a damn what they do as long

as they get their money. And I know what you're thinking. Why haven't I

reported this to the police, the FBI, or anyone else? Because I'm sure by

now you've got to be asking, how the hell does someone get a job like this?

It was early 1999, Craigslist was still a pretty popular thing.

I responded to an ad.

As simple as that sounds, I was desperate for money and didn't care what the job entailed.

I drove to a sketchy strip club just outside of Detroit and talked to a man named

Morrie. Actually to be honest, I don't know if that was his name. I was so high to calm my

nerves that I can't remember those finer details. And the rules he gave me were simple enough

to obey. Morey passed me in old school Nokia.

This phone is now your livelihood.

Every Sunday, you'll get coordinates.

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