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Each click was like a heartbeat of each passing moment. It was haunting him. Taunting him in some way like never before. Licking his lip, the screens light created shadows that danced around his room, living life for only a brief time before the light comes to an end. He could feel his breath become shallower with each passing moment as the time went on. Why did he put himself through this? Why must he endure the torment that he must endure? He knew the answer of course, but he didn't want to admit it. He couldn't bare the thought that he was in some way, playing God. Time was running out and the lowly sole trapped in the devil's game was going to lose at the right this task was going. The sights that he was witnessing was more disturbing then the last and showed that society has a more twisted mind then people show.

He stopped himself when he heard a knock on the door. Who would be up at this time? It was three and the morning and any sane person would be fast asleep, resenting their work hours of waking up at the crack of dawn. He debated whether that he should check but at the same time, he was scared as to what the outcome could be. Was someone after him? Did someone track him down? I couldn't be the police since they would have already knocked his door down so that was out of the question. But who was it? Curiosity took full control of his body, making him move towards the sound of the frequent knock on his apartment door. Who could it be? Who would it be? He peered through the peephole to see no one other than Veronica Hales. A neighbor of his that had been relatively shy around everyone since she moved the apartment complex. He could see that she looked like she was in a panic and had been crying for a bit. From what he knew, she was living alone, so what got her in this state? Without even thinking, he opened the door and the next thing he knew, she was holding onto him for dear life, crying in his chest.

  "Thank God your home! I thought someone got to you!" She said in between her sobs.

 "What are you talking about?"

"Someone was at my balcony door and was peering in before they tried to unlock the door! I panicked and ran out of my apartment without thinking. I'm such an idiot."

"No, no you're not. You did the right thing. Here, I'll grab you a glass of water then I'm going to call the police. Just over there on the couch and try to calm your nerves okay?"

"Okay, thank you. Thank you so much for this John. You're a good man."

She sat down on the couch and stared down at the coffee table where he had some newspaper clippings from the research he was conducting. John went into the kitchen where he noticed her blank stare at the clippings, it was as if something triggered something, but he didn't have the courage to ask her. He grabbed a glass from his cupboard, went to the sink, and turned on the faucet while waiting for the water to become cooler then it was. He heard a little gasp from her making him look up from sink to see that she was staring right at his computer, making him realize, that he hadn't turned the web off.

"John, what were you doing this whole time? Do you know how terrible those sites are? The police have been trying to crack down on the usage of those sites since those murders took place!"

"I know. I know. I'm not using it to break the law. I'm trying to use it to save someone."

"What do you mean?"

John motioned her to come to the computer to see what he was talking about. She got up from the couch and went to the computer. He pulled up a live feed video of a woman tied up in a chair with a few medical tools, with a drill and a saw next to her. Votes were being casted as to what her captors should do to her. It was basically a vote for life or death. Veronica gasped at the sight of it and turned to John to see the pain in his eyes. She turned back to the screen, only to be frightened by a man in a mask tapping on the screen.