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All we can see in the live feed is a man -- obviously, Lukas Kučera -- who is tied down to a metal table. He isn't moving and I think that he is unconscious still, either having been knocked out by force or by a drug.

I read the words aloud to everyone as they come eerily across the live feed, "This is a website set up, where a person kidnaps/abducts a person and uses them for an evil experiment. They'd drug them so that they couldn't move, and then remove their skin so that viewers could see how a living body functions beneath the skin."

Spencer continues to read, "The less-than-ethical experiments of an anonymous group of doctors and medical students hoping to prove that "Not all humans are equal, for some of them were born superior to others."

That's when an informational bar for the contents of the site appears at the top of the live feed. I am forced to click on the 'about us' section by the hacker.

Here, there is a description that reads: "In this website, we attempt to illustrate several experiments that are being conducted by our group on human subjects. The people chosen for this range of experiments are usually homeless people that are unregistered citizens to stupid pretty brat teammates of Radim Raddysh."

I gulp with unease as Spencer glances at me and then continues to read on, "Experimentations range from: starvation and water/fluid restriction, vivisection/pain tolerances, infectious diseases and organ effects, transfusions, drug trials, sterilization, neonate and, lastly, infant tolerances to x-rays, heat and pressure. The lab exams (full blood counts, urinalysis, chemistries...etc) are done at hospitals, where we take the samples and send them under other real patients' names. The results are carefully dispersed so as not to arouse suspicion. The bodies of the dead are dissected and then disposed of in dumpsters of meat shops where their bodies will never be found. No IRB approval was sought for this secret range of experimentations."

"IRB?" Tyler questions.

"I assume it's meaning the Institutional review board, which is a medical oversight committee that governs or regulates medical investigations involving human subjects," Spencer replies. "My mother used to be one of them."

I continue to read the last bit of information, "The high command oversees all operations and designates potential targets. Though subjects are provided food and water, the site admits 'nutritional status is usually irrelevant as none of the test subjects survive long enough, except the pregnant women.'"

"Wow," is all Fabien can get out.

"No thanks," Tyler and Jonni remark in unison, shaking their heads.

We are then immediately redirected back to the live feed of Lukas. He is stirring now, fidgeting and pulling at his bonds.

Hannibal Hacker walks in, his mask gone now to reveal his true identity as Dorian Maximilliaj, my evil schizophrenic cousin. He is dressed in a long white lab coat with a pair of black rubber gloves pulled up both of his hands. He rounds Lukas, dragging his hand along with him and mumbling something under his breath. In his other hand, he holds a clipboard with a few papers on it in one hand.

Then he looks up and faces the direction of the camera. He speaks to us, "Welcome to another episode of Experimental Pain. I sense there are some new viewers, though they haven't much of a say in the matter. Human Experimentation has always been a subject of interest to me. I know there's many methods and ways to conduct these, however, my passion lies in the understanding of pain tolerance."

We watch him as he spins around to face Lukas now. The poor defenseman is struggling. His movements are sharp and desperate. He is also grunting, which I can hear is muffled and panicked.

Dorian resumes his opening speech, "Our newest patient, Lukas Kučera, is going to be tested for three different pain stages. Given he is a young white slovak in his 20's and a defensive hockey player for the ridiculous Syracuse Storm, he has a pain tolerance level already to, what I would identify as, mild pricks."

Dorian checks the restraints to make sure they are secure. And then he operates a stick lever, which moves the metal table upward at a slant.

We can now see that Lukas is strapped to the table with his arms and legs spread open to the sides. A belt is wrapped around his head, inserted into his mouth. His wavy blond hair is disheveled and there is a bloody cut searing through the corner of his eye like Scar from The Lion King.

"I've meticulously concocted a trio of tests that will show us just how high his pain tolerance level goes. The first one involves hitting a certain male body part. Any male suffers from the pain of 'being hit in the balls', hockey athlete and all..." He trails off and brings a fierce punch right at Lukas' crotch.

Lukas jerks forward, his neck craning and every vein sticking out to show his efforts. He screams into the belt and then tears form in his eyes.

After a few tense seconds, he relaxes, lying back against the cold metal table and sobs, struggling to control the agony inside of him from the pain stimulated by Dorian's punch. But he is able to quickly overcome that, showing that the pain -- at least from the looks of it -- only lasted about five minutes for him.

Dorian scribbles down the notes of the experiment on the clipboard, just like he is an actual scientist. Then he resumes, saying, "Our second pain tolerance test will consist of me breaking two of his bones. Hockey players break and sprain and pull things all the time, they also get hit by ice cold flying black discs, but what about dealing with two of the worst injuries to have in the sport ever at the same time?"

Dorian walks off screen, setting down his clipboard and instead returning with a baseball bat in his hand.

"So let's see how you'll react to me shattering your kneecap and ankle?"

This latest statement makes Lukas squirm in place. But the restraints keep him from his escape. Dorian smirks as he raises the baseball bat up above his head and then brings it down with a sickening, brutal force. The impact is bone-crushing, literally. We can hear the pop and he hammers the bat at least three times against his knee.

Lukas wrenches himself back and forth, screaming into the belt. His face is plastered by his tears from the pain.

But once, Dorian is satisfied with breaking his left knee, he moves down and whacks the bat against his right ankle. There is a series of wicked cackles and a twisted enjoyment that I can see tickling the sides of his face.

"Oops, busted ankle and knee, might be out for the rest of your career, Luki Boy," he taunts, stepping back and mocking him with the bat.

Blood soaks the metal table and I can see that bones are sticking out of his lower body, which is mangled, bloody and rather nauseating to look at.

I have to look away for a second. Seeing the agony that is displayed all over my teammate's face, is making me nauseous.

When I look back up, I can see Dorian has removed the belt from Lukas' pale mouth and is forcing blue pills to him to swallow.

"Morphine is great to counteract the pain. Since he's full of that right now, we're going to dull that feeling so that I can really go hard at him with my last test. If he can survive this final experiment, then he's got a high pain tolerance."

"You monstrous bastard!" Lukas manages to croak out after the pills are forced down his throat.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet..." Dorian sneers.

The evil man then drops the bat to the ground and proceeds to put his hands on Lukas' waistline. "Now comes the final test. How about the pain tolerance of sex with another man?"

Lukas screams and tries to kick but his mangled legs don't move. He instead just screams out a bunch of no's and shakes his head back and forth trying to block out the impending act.

Dorian controls the table to return to its horizontal position via the stick lever and then strips naked and climbs atop the table and on top of Lukas' Broken and bloody body.

He begins to glide over the clothed body of Lukas at first and then he gradually begins to remove his clothes, much to the young man's dislike.

With Dorian's back to the camera blocking out the view of what he can see, we can hear the horrors of what follows.

A lot of screaming, no's and useless struggling proceeds. It is enough to haunt the most innocent and virgin of minds.

It lasts for maybe thirty minutes or a whole day, I don't know. I can't turn around or leave though. I am stuck staring at the back of my evil cousin and listening to the horrors of a sexual rape of my teammate, Lukas.

At the end, there is a chilling silence and Dorian's heavy breathing. He then slowly climbs off and stands on the floor to the side of the table.

I can see him looking over the lifeless, bloody and mangled body of Lukas.

"Well, turns out his pain intolerance didn't last past test three..."

I then watch as Dorian picks the bat up and walks out of view once again. He returns once more a few minutes later with a jagged chainsaw. He dissects the remnants of Lukas' body, chopping up his limbs.

"I can sell some of these, but as for the mangled foot and knee, I'll feed those to a butcher's stray dog." He chuckles as he says this to himself and my stomach turns (as if it can turn anymore). "Or better yet..."

The feed ends, flashing to blackness. And in the chat to the side, there is one message that pops up.

"Head to this address to pick up parts of your friend Lukas if you care so much about him: 3366 Insanity Drive, Syracuse, New York, 13203."

Spencer types in the address to his maps app on his phone. "We'll notify the cops about this, but let's head there now. It's our best shot at finally meeting this madman and confronting him..."

"Or fighting him!" Jonni adds on, clenching a fist. "I'm game to go!"