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I sit in front of the computer with a mixture of anxiety, fear, and joy. I can't believe they haven't caught me yet.
It's been six months since I executed the first part of my plan, and today I intend to carry out the second part.
The girl was rescued by passersby a few minutes after being left in that desolate place, and fortunately, she was immediately taken to the hospital. Since then, I have closely followed both her physical and psychological recovery; she has made significant progress in just five months.
Thanks to my long list of contacts and my extensive array of skills, I learned that the little princess's delicate skin was marked with a multitude of scars and that she suffered several infections as a result of the attack; these are difficult-to-erase marks that will likely bring back bitter memories for a long time.
I also learned that, against all odds, the infant has become pregnant: it seems that thanks to a lot of medical negligence she wasn't given emergency contraceptives on time, and because of her family's deeply rooted religious beliefs, she hasn't been allowed to abort the child she's carrying, despite the fact that it's very likely a high-risk pregnancy. I constantly find myself imagining what she must look like with a large, erotic pregnant belly, carrying the product of her misfortune in the warm interior of her young womb.
The stallion and I cut off communication for safety reasons, so I haven't been able to find out anything about him; the last I heard, he left town a week after the attack, and he seems to have done a great job of hiding. The dog that starred in the film was adopted by one of the women, and spends his days with her, hiding (and probably "enjoying" life together).
I haven't heard anything from the other men and women who participated in the filming either (apart from the adoption of the dog). Being probably the most wanted and hated people in the entire country, I'm shocked they haven't been caught yet.
Most of the elements used during filming (such as costumes, props, and even the mattress) were completely destroyed, and the set was thoroughly cleaned, painted, and remodeled to leave as little evidence as possible.
The film, my macabre masterpiece, a testament to an ordeal worthy of beatification, is finally ready to be released. I've spent all these months perfecting it to the point of exhaustion: choosing the best parts (almost all of them); performing color correction; adding titles and subtitles; equalizing, mixing, and leveling audio; replacing my voice with an electronic one; creating animations and transitions; eliminating unwanted metadata; etc. Every detail of post-production was meticulously calibrated to ensure a greater probability of success, and therefore greater repercussions.
The film has been teased on internet forums for some time now, and everyone is eager to see it. I've watched it multiple times, searching for even the smallest error to fix before the final release.
Every time I watch that childlike figure cross the threshold, I think, “It’s almost like she’s begging to be raped.” That sexy uniform, her small hips, and those adorable lips are more than enough to tempt me. Her melodious voice makes my heart pound with every sentence she recites in the introduction, and her screams at the end of the video give me the strongest orgasms I’ve ever experienced. Every time she’s deeply penetrated by the men, all I can think to myself is, “This little slut was definitely made for some big pedophile cock!” No matter how many times I watch her, she always makes me exclaim, “What a hot bitch!” over and over again.
Both the trailer and the full film include various details about the minor: full name, ID number, date of birth, home address, phone numbers (her own, her home's , and her parents'), school location, and social media accounts.
The trailer with the attached information will be sent to the minor's family, friends, and acquaintances, including her schoolmates. This will be achieved thanks to the information deceptively provided by the minor herself and also thanks to the extensive contact list on her cell phone.
I have also been responsible for distributing an image of a frame from the video that has been digitally altered so that the rapist (who penetrates the minor in the frame in question) bears the unmistakable face of the girl's father, whose photograph was taken from social media long before the incident.
Additionally, an Elizabethan dog collar and a rawhide bone were sent to the minor's residence, accompanied by a note indicating that the gift was addressed to her: "To the best bitch in the world!"
To add insult to injury, the vile gift was paid for with a fraudulent financial app account opened in the name of the minor's father, using his personal identification number, which had been previously provided by the girl.
This is just the first of several gifts that will be sent daily to the little girl and her family. Future shipments include: a bar of soap with the message “Use it, you look very dirty”; a box of extra-large condoms with a note that says “Use these next time”; a bottle of mouthwash with a label that reads “You'll need a lot of this to get rid of your bad breath”; a box of ultra tampons with a sign that explains “I don't know if these are big enough for you”; a bottle filled with a yellowish liquid labeled “ Premium Urine ” with a message tied to the cap that reads “Look! I finally found your favorite flavor”; a single-roll of toilet paper with a label that says “Now you don't have to use your tongue,” among many others that, like the previous gifts, are accompanied by degrading notes.
The full film, including all accompanying data, will be distributed free of charge through all available means, including online forums, WhatsApp groups, Telegram groups, download links, and personal sharing. Translated versions with subtitles will also be available for potential users who are not fluent in English.
I can already feel all tingly in the inside just by thinking about people's reaction: loathing, disgust, sadness, fear; although I know about a couple degenerates who will enjoy it how it's due. I just wish I had a camera to watch them as they react to my magnum opus, my "Chef-D'oeuvre". After all, as they say, "Applause is the artist's reward".
My trembling hand rests on the Enter key on my keyboard; the decision of whether or not to press the button rests in my hands.
I look at the screen and I look at my hand; I have the power to ruin her life completely.
With a wide smile on my face and a feeling of deep satisfaction with my magnificent work, I press the button and unleash chaos.