There isn't a doubt I have. Lynette Spiegel HAS to be behind this! I don't know for sure if she's Hannibal Hacker, but she's one of the two villains playing around with me. I have to tell the others, but I'm scared to reveal my past with them. What if they blame me? But I have to tell them.

"Who the fuck is Lynette Spiegel?" Jonni asks out loud, staring right at me, like he knows from my face that I know who she is.

I clear my throat and tell them the story of Lynette Spiegel, the stalker prom date I once had. "I don't know details, but I'm like 90% sure that she's involved somehow with this 'game.' I don't know if she's Encrypto or Hannibal Hacker, but either way she's one of them."

"If she is the one who raped my girlfriend, Radimiekins..." Jonni growls, knitting his eyebrows together. "I have permission to not speak to you for a good month or until you EARN it back."

"Jonni, please, he didn't know she was going to be an obsessive, creepy little bitch," Spencer snarls, before sympathetically looking at me.

"Do you know her area of interest, anything that might be able to help us out with being able to figure out her role here?" Tyler suggests, lifting his head up. He is still sitting and hugging Fabien.

I shrug and then an idea hits me. "I can see if she's got any websites on the dark web. If she's really involved, she's bound to have some connection to the dark web."

Jonni pushes his chair and himself to the side and allows me to take command of the keyboard of my laptop.

I pull myself and my chair up to the desk with the computer sitting on it and then proceed to type 'Lynette Spiegel' into the search engine and allow it some time to generate. The first site that comes up and that I instinctively click on is one called, 'Bountiful Bootlegging.' A red and black themed site with an ebay look to it greets our eyes. There are a number of products that are listed.

I can see: a haunted chair being sold for roughly 100 bitcoins and a creepy porcelain doll being sold for 50 bitcoins.

At the top, I see that in a dark font is the words, 'Website made by: Encrypto.' My mouse moves up and the arrow hovers over the word 'Encrypto.' The screen dissolves away into a new page.

An information, biography-like page is before us and in the center, in bright white text over the red and black is:

"This is a website run by a professional kleptomaniac "Dangler," who, for a negotiated price, will steal nearly any item from a directory of handpicked stores listed on his page. Her name is Encrypto, the owner of this page. Simply email her the product you want along with the bitcoins you're willing to pay and she'll nab it for you.

Once she does, a photo or video of the item alongside a placard that reads "Dangler" will be sent your way as proof. There is an inventory of stuff she's willing to sell due to a combo of clients backing out of their payment at the last minute.

Encrypto looks forward to the next item she has to steal for you."

Right after we read that, the page dissolves once again and shows a picture of 'Encrypto', the black haired girl, Lynette Spiegel, sporting a hunting rifle that is pointed right at them.

Then the image fades as quick as it appeared and the screen flashes bright white, before fading into another creepy website.

"Welcome to Human Meat 4 Sale, a Cannibalism Site" appears on the laptop screen now.

Then italicized red words flash across the center of the screen: "This is literally a site devoted to/about the act of Cannibalism, having tutorials and guides on how to cook and eat people. There is no turning back now, unfortunate soul."

I gasp, horrified, as images begin to spam the screen from the new site, as well as a brief video of a large, hairy-chested man cooking over a stove. He is throwing in parts of someone's chopped up body. And the body parts are still bleeding.

"What the--ewwww!" I shout out and shove myself back from the computer. "I'm gonna get sick!" I jump up to my feet and race for the bathroom, down the hall.

I throw the door closed behind me and hurl into the toilet. After a few moments, I stand up, gaining control over my body once more. I wash myself off and walk out of the bathroom, back into the hallway.

At the far end, I can see the front door is creaking open. I walk past my room, where Jonni is clicking vigorously to get the site off the screen, with Spencer demanding him to close out of it at once behind his back and Tyler and Fabien are sleeping together on my bed. I reach the front door and peer outside.

Something moves in the corner of my right eye and I snap my head to the side. Then I step outside and walk toward a patch of tall hedges with flowers growing in the leaves to the side of our property.

As I am about three feet from them, I feel something is behind me and, before I can spin around to check it out, a gloved hand snatches me by the wrist. Another gloved hand reaches around my head and clamps over my mouth. I can see some kind of cloth in the hand pressed to my mouth.

A damp, slightly sweet smell filters into my nose. Like if you were to mix red wine, rotting paper towels and rum together. Chemical-y but also somewhat fruity.

That's when panic floods through me.

"Hello, Radimie, you miss me, baby?" a familiar feminine voice greets my ears. "I really have missed seeing you."

And then I black out, falling limp in her arms.