Returned - Kenny x Reader

Recognition

Kenny's POV

I woke up back in bed, like always, heart racing. But for a different reason than the rush of returning to life.

It was her.

I couldn't get the image out of my head from the day I first saw her.

Around three months ago, at school.

"You guys wanna see something fucking crazy? Seriously." Cartman had shaken the entire lunch table as he sat in his seat next to me, across from Stan and Kyle.

"Not another angle of 9/11, dude," Kyle had complained.

"No, bros, I'm like, so seriously. This is some fucked up, wild shit from the dark web," Cartman continued.

"Porn?" I asked, intrigued. Cartman had come to school before with some pretty crazy fetish porn videos, along with random other clips of Japanese girls getting vacuum-sealed inside plastic bags, people getting their fingers cut off, and a bunch of other sick shit. I swore he got off on showing people those videos and watching their disgusted, disturbed reactions.

"Just get the fuck over here and watch, you guys!"

I leaned over to watch his phone screen as Stan and Kyle got up and stood behind him, looking over each of his shoulders. He pressed his thumb to the screen to play the video.

A naked girl was slumped in front of the camera.

"She's pretty hot, right? But wait, it gets better," Cartman said like he was livestreaming as CartmanBrah again.

"Jesus, this better not be a fucking rape, dude!" Kyle replied, already worked up.

Our eyes were glued to the screen as a man dressed in all black grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face back to look into the camera. She looked exhausted, her face and body covered in bruises. We watched in horror as she took another beating in front of the camera, the right side of her face taking the majority of the hits.

"This is fucked up, dude, I'm not watching this," Stan announced as he stepped back, disgust written all over his face.

"Relax, dude, it's not fuckin' real. They just do this shit and make it look real to sell the videos to sickos on the Internet," Cartman explained, still watching the clip.

"You paid for this?!" Kyle asked in shock.

"Yeah, with your mom's credit card. I do it all the time. She never notices."

"Dude! Are you fucking serious? My mom's fucking card?!"

"Shh, Kyehl, we're about to get to the good part!"

We stared, jaws dropped, as the girl in the video spit blood at her attacker. He pulled her closer to the camera, forcing her to look directly in the lens. Blood gushed from her busted eyebrow and lip. Then, the man drew a blade from his pocket and in a single, swift motion, slit her throat. Blood gurgled from the wound that had almost decapitated her, and the camera showed the light leave her eyes. The man threw her limp body to the ground by her hair, and the video ended.

Cartman broke the shocked silence, turning to look at each of our mortified faces. "That's some fucked up shit, huh? She was a pretty bad actor though. Totally fake."