Tinder Trap Of Doom

A Tinder Horror Story







WARNING: Contains Strong Language, Disturbing Abhorrent Horror Scenes, and Rape. Absolutely NOT for viewers under 18!







This happened to me about a year ago in the state of Oregon, but it feels like only yesterday since that horrifying event that forever changed my view of dating sites online. It was around the beginning of summer and I had just graduated from high school at age 19 and would be moving onto collage in about two months. However, shortly before graduation day, I had broken up with my previous girlfriend who had been cheating on me with some other guy she had met at a bar and I was going through some slight depression because of it. Yet despite this, I was eager to try and start dating again to try and get over the breakup.

To do this, I decided to try using Tinder to try and find a date online. Some of my friends had used Tinder in the past and said that the site was how they met their current girlfriends. Seeing as how Tinder had worked for them, I decided to give it a go. If only I had known then what I know now, I never would have even touched that site, or any other dating site for that matter. After fueling up my Dodge Charger one Monday night around 6pm, I returned home and downloaded the tinder app to my Samsung galaxy phone and set up my own profile, then I scrolled through other profiles on the app in hopes of finding a match.

There were about six young women around my age who matched my profile, but they either lived too far away from me, living out of state, or didn't fit my tastes. It took me awhile, but I finally found a perfect match about an hour later, and boy was she a beauty; I took a screenshot of her with my phone to save to my pictures folder. The girls name was Anna Simmons, a 21-year old woman with long blonde hair and a face that looked like it was carved by angels. She lived in my state about twenty blocks away from my house and had the same interests I did, which included art, Italian food, video games, and creative writing.

We both chatted for a few hours, exchanged emails, then Anna asked me if I wanted to meet up with her for dinner the next night. I was excited by this request and agreed immediately. I asked Anna where the best place to eat should be and she suggested that we go out to dinner at the Macaroni Grill which was about an hour away in a small town from where I live. I told her that that was a perfect choice and that I'd meet her there the next night, and Anna agreed. She then told me that she had a surprise to show me and that I should check my email.

Shortly afterwards, my laptop alerted me that I had a new email and I set my phone, eager to see what it was. Sure enough, it was from Anna and a quickly clicked on it, wondering what surprise she had sent me. Once I clicked on the email though, the computer took a long time to load up the page. It loaded very slowly, much slower than usual, which I didn't find too out of the ordinary since my laptop was a bit old. Right before the page fully loaded, the screen flashed on and off for a few seconds, then it went back to normal.

"Okay, that was odd" I thought as the page finally opened up.

The surprise Anna had sent me turned out to be an online gift card to pizza hut which had fifty dollars on it. I sent a thank you reply back to Anna and told her that I was looking forward to our date tomorrow night, but for some reason, she didn't reply back. I simply suspected that she had gone bed since it was late at night and I shut my laptop off for the night, then I went to bed as well, excited to meet my new date the next night. Little did I know of the horror that would soon follow.

The following night around 5pm as I prepared to leave for my date, my 28-year old brother named Scott asked me where I was going and I told him that I had a new date and was going at to dinner with her. He grew suspicious when I told him that I met her in Tinder and even show him her profile image. Scott told me to be careful since the people you meet on that site may not be who they claim to be and that they might be a catfish. Now to give a bit of info on my brother, Scott is a cop, so he gets very on edge when it comes to dating and social media sites and all the dangers that comes with it.

I assured Scott that Anna seemed legit and that he was probably just letting his "cop instincts" get the better of him, then I headed out. As I drove down the road in my car, I couldn't help but think about what Scott said about the possibility of Anna not being who she appeared to be on Tinder, yet I didn't notice any signs that would suggest that. Anna had talked normal, acted normal, and didn't do anything strange when I had chatted with her the other night. Now I knew for a fact that it was true that some people on various dating sites weren't always who they appear to be, but all my other friends who had used Tinder didn't have that problem and all their girlfriends were legit just as their own profiles claimed them to be, so I thought that Anna would be no different either. If only I knew then how wrong I'd soon find out I was.

After an hour of driving, I made it to the Macaroni Grill and I messaged Anna on Tinder that I was there and waiting for her. She replied back saying that she would arrive in a few minutes and told me to wait for her. I asked her what vehicle she drove and Anna told me that she was driving a silver Cadillac Escalade, then she asked me where I was parked and I told her to look for a black Dodge charger with a packers decal near my left break light. She thanked me and I sat in my car, feeling more excited than ever to finally meet Anna in person. She already looked beautiful in her profile, but I couldn't imagine how good she'd look up close. After ten minutes had passed, Anna still hadn't arrived and the sun was already setting. I began to wonder what was keeping her and I prepared to message her on Tinder again, but I stopped when I noticed a silver Cadillac Escalade matching the description Anna gave me through her message entering the parking lot and approaching my car.

I noticed something odd as it got closer, two things actually. One, the windows were so heavily tinted that even in the light of the setting sun, I couldn't even see a silhouette inside the Escalade. The second thing I saw was that the vehicle had no license plates on it, and that made me a bit uneasy. Once the Escalade reached me, it pulled into the space next to my car and I heard the drivers door open. I braced myself to finally meet Anna in person, but who I saw wasn't Anna, and it wasn't even a girl. Approaching my drivers side door was a fat Hispanic man wearing beat up black shorts and a sleeveless black shirt.

He looked to be in his mid 50's or 40's and had various tattoos of skulls on his forearms along with Hispanic writing on them. I immediately got very bad vibes from this guy the moment he stopped outside my car door, but luckily my doors were all locked, so I didn't have to worry about him pulling my door open. He tapped on my window and a rolled it down just enough for me to hear him, but not enough to fit his hand through.

In a deep and intimidating voice, he asked, "Hey Ted honey, I'm here".

I quickly felt my heart skip a beat when I heard him say my name and I asked, "Excuse me?! Who are you?".

The man smirked coldly and said, "I'm Anna, and I'm fucking horny! Open up and let me see that sweet ass of yours".

The moment this guy said that, I nearly fainted in sheer horror as I realized the magnitude of the situation. I didn't want to believe or except it, but deep down, I knew I had to. This guy has been Anna all along, and like an idiot, I had fallen for it. I had a pretty good idea of what his intentions were from he just said, but I had no way of knowing what else this guy planned to do to me, and didn't want to find out.

I said to him, "Get away from me! I don't know what you want, but I'm not giving you whatever it is you came here for! So get away from my door and leave me be".

The guy got pissed, then said in a threatening tone, "I'm not giving you a choice, you little shit! I'm ordering you to open up! My dicks been hard as a rock all day while thinking of you and I won't be denied any fun tonight! Open the fucking door now, or I'll have my men open it for you!".

"Get the hell away from me now, you freak!" I yelled, then shut the window.

The guy waved his hand at the Escalade and I saw the two passenger side doors open up to reveal five men wearing ski masks wielding assault rifles inside. As soon as they stepped out with their weapons in hand, I knew that this situation just got far more serious than it already was now and I knew I had to get out of there. Seeing as there were no cars parked in front of me, I quickly threw my car into drive and sped out of the parking lot and onto the road faster than a race horse running a marathon, hoping to get away from those psychos.

However, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the men following me in hot pursuit. I began to panic and sped up in hopes of losing the Escalade, but it continued to pursue me and started gaining up on my car despite me going at over 90 MPH. I rushed through the town, blowing through several intersections way over the speed limit while trying to lose the Escalade and avoid other cars ahead of me. Yet no matter how much I tried, I couldn't lose the SUV; I was running out of options at this point. There was no way I could return home with those men following me, otherwise they'd know where I lived and I wasn't letting that happen. If these men learned my home location, odds are that they'd probably try to kill me and my entire family.

As I desperately pondered on what to do, I eventually exited the town and reached a very long road with trees along the sides and a set of train tracks at the far end with a set of crossing gates on each side. Just then, I saw the rear windows of the Escalade slide open and two of the masked men began opening fire on me with their assault rifles. I swerved back and forth to avoid being hit, but a few bullets grazed my bumper and left rearview mirror, send glass shards flying everywhere; this was insane, like something out of a movie! All I had wanted was to have peaceful dinner with a hot girl, not all this.

As the Escalade continued to gain on me, I saw the railroad crossing gates start to flash red and I glanced over to the left to see a very long freight train approaching. As soon as I saw the train, I knew what I had to do. It was probably the most dangerous and foolish idea I could ever come up with, but I had no choice; I had to lose these men. I knew for a full on fact that they'd never stop following me, and if they managed to run me off the road, I'd never survive due to how fast I was currently going.

I floored the gas and raced towards the tracks at well over 150 MPH, a speed I had never exceeded until now. The Escalade started to fall behind despite trying to match my own speed, but it was a much heavier and bulkier vehicle than my small Dodge Charger, so I was easily able to go much faster than those psychos. As I came up towards the tracks, the freight train began blasting its air horns as it too got closer to the crossing. The crossing gates were now all the way down as I sped towards the crossing, then heard tired screeching behind me, but I didn't have time to look.

I sped right through the crossing, ripping the crossing gates clean off the signals and just barely missing the front coupler of the large train engine. Once I was in the other side of the crossing, I glanced in my rearview mirror and felt a rush of relief run through me when I saw the SUV stopped on the other side of the crossing between the passing freight cars; it hadn't made it across. Not wanting to stick around any longer, I headed back towards home while pondering over everything that had just happened, occasionally checking behind me for any sign of that Escalade.

Luckily though, it never showed up behind me again and I eventually made home around 8pm after an hour of driving. Once I pulled into the driveway of my house, I decided to park my car inside the garage. Normally my parents would park one of their cars in there, but due to my newfound paranoia thanks to that Hispanic catfish psycho, I wanted my car hidden out of sight. I knew I'd have to explain this to my parents once they got home, and I'd definitely be letting my brother know about this as well since he was a cop.

I had no doubt that they'd all be shocked and pissed that I had nearly been killed by some dating site catfish because I had done something as stupid as dating someone on Tinder. My parents were always against dating sites for this very reason, and so was my brother, and he had only just warned me about the dangers of that site. Once I was parked inside the garage, I closed the garage door and got out of my car, then inspected the damage inflicted on it. The front bumper was slightly dented and scraped up from hitting the crossing gates and there were also several bullet holes in my bumper and my left rearview mirror had been hit and shattered as well.

The adrenaline in my system was wearing off at this point, causing the reality of all that had just happened to sink in, and I nearly fainted because of it. I didn't know who that Hispanic guy was, but I could only guess from those masked men of his that he must have been some human trafficker that lured people into his grasp using dating sites, or perhaps even some sort of sex slave driver boss. It made little difference as to who he was, but all I knew was that he had very bad intentions and I didn't want to know what would have happened if he got his hands on me.

I quickly texted my brother and informed him that I needed to speak with him right away, and about a minute later, I got a response. However, it wasn't a text from my brother, and it wasn't from my parents either. The text was from an unknown number, and what it said nearly made me lose control of my bowels.

The long text message read, "Do you honestly think that jumping train tracks and cutting us off by a freight train is gonna save you, Ted? It doesn't matter. I already know where you live, and I know where your friends and relatives live as well, and I also know everything about you and them".

To my horror, I saw my full name, home address and the names of my parents, my brother, and the names of my friends and relatives below the message. Their personal info was also listed there along with my personal info as well as their home addresses; the rest of the message continued on after that.

It said, "I had such a fun night planned for us all, but you just had to ditch us like a fucking party pooper and leave me and my boys all horny and hungry as hell! You've made me very, and mean VERY fucking angry, and your going to pay for it! Me and my men will be seeing you very soon. Oh, and just so you know, your home phones and cell phones are all hacked. Whatever calls you and your family make will be monitored by me, so don't you dare, and I mean fucking DARE even think about calling the cops. You do that, and me and my men will pay your friends and relatives a visit, and I assure you that they will all die slowly and in agony! If you value their lives, then you'd better do as I say and keep quiet, and you'd better return to the Macaroni Grill tomorrow night by six. If you don't show up, your grandparents will be the first to die, then we'll will move on to the rest of your fucking family and then your friends, so you better not defy me if you know what's good for them!".

I had no words to describe the horror that I was feeling at that moment. How the hell did that guy get his hands on all my friends and family's private info? I had not shared any of it with him the night before when I still thought he was Anna, so how he got his hands on it was a complete mystery to me. However, as I thought back to the night before, I remembered the email I had received with the pizza hut giftcard and that's when the answer hit me; the guy must have somehow hacked my laptop! I didn't know how he did it, but I knew that email had something to do with it.

At this point, I knew I had to go to the police, but I wasn't sure if using the house phones or my cell phone was safe. I didn't know if that guy was just saying all that crap about bugging the phones to scare me, or if he really meant it. Either way, I didn't want to risk it in case he wasn't bluffing, or I could be placing my friends and relatives in terrible danger. Hell, they were already in danger due to the fact that those dangerous men had all their personal information and addresses.

Not wanting to use the phones and risk being spied on, I decided to drive to the police station where my brother worked to inform him of everything that had happened. Before I left though, I took my laptop with me and shut my phone off in case the catfish guy was tracking it somehow, then I headed off to the police station. Along the way, I occasionally checked my rearview mirror in fear that the SUV might be following me or laying in wait to ambush me, but it thankfully never showed up. Once I reached the police station, I gathered up my laptop and entered the building where I found Scott in the lobby in his police uniform sitting at a nearby table.

"Ted, where have you been? I got your text earlier and you never responded to mine" Scott asked me.

Ignoring his question, I set my laptop down in front of him and said in an urgent tone, "Bro, we need to talk. It's very serious".

When Scott asked me what was going on, I told him about everything that had happened that night. I told him about how when I got to the Macaroni Grill, I learned that Anna was some sick perverted Hispanic guy who apparently wanted to do sexual things to me, then I told him about the part where he chased me in his Cadillac Escalade and about how his men fired on me with assault rifles. Scott was visibly shocked as I told him all this, but when I showed him the text message the guy had sent me, Scott went into full panic mode. He was fully convinced that the guy had somehow hacked my laptop due to how much personal info he had gotten his hands on.

Scott called several other officers into the lobby and began explaining everything that I had just told him to them. Afterwards, Scott and a few tech officers took my laptop and phone to inspect them for any potential viruses and another officer asked me to describe the Hispanic man's features. I gave them the best description I could and when the sketch officer completed the sketch of the guy, I noticed several other officers glancing at each other with shocked expressions.

"Oh shit! Is that who I think it is?" One officer asked.

"Yeah, its him alright" another officer answered.

Confused, I asked, "You know this guy?".

The officers nodded and one of them said, "Kid, you have no fucking clue how lucky you are to be alive right now".

I asked them who this guy was and the two officers began to explain. Turns out, that psychotic Hispanic guy was an extremely dangerous gay sex slave driver boss named Miguel Diaz who had been serving a forty year prison sentence in the state of California for kidnapping several male minors and using them as sex slaves for filming illegal hardcore BDSM and snuff porn films in his apartment. However, he had broken out of prison one day by hotwiring and stealing a prisoner transport bus when the prison guards stupidly let him out of their sight while he was outside the prison in the reck area.

He managed to get about thirty miles away with over a dozen cops chasing him before they got ambushed by several drug cartels working for Diaz. The cartels attacked and killed a bunch of cops using military grade weapons that they had most likely obtained off the dark web, then they drove Diaz to safety after he abandoned the stolen prison bus and disappeared off the grid for five years until just recently when I met him. The police, FBI, and even the CIA had been trying to find this guy for the past five years since he had broken out of prison, but they had no luck.

I was even more horrified by this point after hearing this whole story. I had already known that guy was insane after doing what he and his men did back there, but I had never suspected that he'd been some sick minded rapist scumbag with a fetish for making illegal porn involving minors until now. As if things couldn't get anymore tense, Scott called me over into one of the offices where the tech officers were examining my laptop and told me that he needed to tell me something very urgent.

When I entered the office, I asked Scott what was going on and he then told me something that made my heart jump. He said that the tech officers did a full scan of my laptop using their police equipment, and as I had guessed earlier, they found a trojan virus embedded deep within the internal software which had been traced back to the email that Mr. Diaz had sent me the other night. Scott told me that this virus was the reason that Diaz was able to obtain all of my personal info about me, my family, relatives, and friends. I asked him why my internet security and virus scanning software didn't detect it, and Scott told me that the virus had been designed and programmed in a way that allowed it to bypass all of my laptops security, which included Norton and McAfee.

Apparently, when I had clicked on the email and opened it after it was sent to my laptop, I had unwillingly and unknowingly activated the virus; this was the reason my computer had acted strangely in that moment. Once the virus was activated, Diaz was able to instantly hack into my families wifi network and obtain all of our personal information on not just us, but also all of our relatives and friends as well; that wasn't all he did either. Scott told me that the virus had also infected my phone which would allow Diaz to track my every location and even listen in to whatever calls I made of to whoever was calling me. It was then that I realized if this was the case, then Diaz had already known everything about me before I'd even left the house many hours ago, so why didn't he just come to my place and try to kidnap me? Why that was, I'll never know, and maybe it was best that I didn't know. Yet I was very thankful he and his thugs hadn't chosen to do that, otherwise I'd most likely be kidnapped or dead at that moment.

Scott also told me something else that made my blood run cold. He had seen the screenshot that I had taken of the fake Tinder profile of Anna and told me that this woman's real name wasn't really Anna Simmons; her real name was Roberta Smith. After learning her real name, Scott revealed something to me that caused my heart to skip several beats in shock. He told me that Roberta had been brutally murdered two years ago and that her killer had never been caught, but they were now convinced that Diaz had been the one behind the murder since he had been using her profile to lure me into his grasp. And get this, police had learned from one of Roberta's friends during their investigation two years ago that Roberta had apparently used Tinder to meet up with some handsome looking guy that she had chatted with online for several months at his apartment; no doubt that Diaz was the one who lured her there.

After not hearing from Roberta for several weeks, her friends called the police to investigate into her disappearance. They drove down to the apartment complex where Roberta was supposed to meet up with the guy, only to find that it was run down and abandoned. The police began searching for any clues to the whereabouts of Roberta, but they weren't able to find anything. However, about five days later, her body had been found laying in a dumpster by the strip club manager who noticed a very foul odor coming from it when he went outside to dump out his office waste bin. Roberta had apparently been brutally raped, tortured, gutted alive, and then her body had been tossed into the dumpster.

I was absolutely sickened by this and fought the urge to vomit. Not only had Diaz murdered this beautiful woman, but then he stole her Tinder profile and used it to lure me and possibly other guys into his grasp to do God knows what to them. Like an idiot, I didn't take Scott's warning seriously about the dangers of Tinder, and now some sick minded gay sex slave driver boss had all of my friends and families info. Yet I knew that it wasn't entirely my fault, and Scott knew this too. He said that I couldn't have known that the person on that profile was a dangerous wanted criminal, and Scott wouldn't have known either if he were in my place.

I asked Scott what to do about all this and he said that my phone and laptop would have to be formatted to remove all traces of the trojan virus after saving the text message and Tinder profile screenshot to a flashdrive for evidence, then he'd show it to the police chief. Later on when the chief looked over the text message and the Tinder profile, he told me and Scott that given the nature of what this text said, he'd send several unmarked police cars down to our house and to our friends and relatives houses to make sure that Diaz didn't show up.

The chief asked me to give a description of the vehicle that Diaz and his men had chased me in, and I told him that it was a silver Cadillac Escalade with no license plates. After giving the description, the chief told me that he'd also send several unmarked police cars down to the Macaroni Grill tomorrow night to try and catch Mr. Diaz since he said he'd be there expecting to see me in that threatening text message. The tech officers had attempted to trace the original text message from my phone before formatting it, but as anyone could guess, it was untraceable. Once me and Scott returned home a few hours later, he performed a full reset on our wifi network transmitter as a precaution in case the phones were still bugged, then he informed our parents of the situation. When they learned about everything that had happened, they were horrified and fearing for all our lives, but Scott assured them that the police would have several unmarked police cars watching the house overnight to make sure we were safe and that there'd be a few others watching our friends and relatives homes as well.

Thankfully, Diaz and his men didn't show up overnight, and the unmarked patrol car officers stationed at my friends and relatives houses didn't report seeing him either. He didn't show up in the day time either, but once night fell, that all changed. Around 6pm, I got a text on my phone while I was in my room watching Netflix movies on my laptop. When I checked it, I felt my heart turn to ice; it was from Mr. Diaz.

The text said, "I know you went to the police station last night, Ted. I thought I made it very god fucking damn clear not to go to the fucking police; now you've gone and made me fucking furious! I warned you what would happen if you did, and I also warned you what would happen if you didn't show up at the Macaroni Grill; guess you need to be tought a lesson about what happens to people when they disobey my orders! Oh, and by the way, you think I don't know an unmarked police car when I see one? I'm not as stupid as you think I am! I saw a bunch of them waiting at the Macaroni Grill when I arrived there, and I knew they were unmarked patrol cars because of the police light bars that my men noticed in the front grills of each vehicle. You did exactly what I said not to do, and now your gonna pay for it! I hope you enjoyed whatever time you had with your grandparents, because this is the last night you'll ever see them alive again! As soon as I'm done with them, your friends and family will be the next to die! As for you, I'll be sure to make you our personal cum dumpster sissy boy for the rest of your life once every last member of your family is dead! That's the price you pay for defying me!".

The message ended there. My mind was flooded with questions as to how Diaz knew I had gone to the police, but it didn't take me long to figure out the answer. I remembered turning on my phone at the police station in order to show Scott the horrifying text message and I realized that the trojan virus must have allowed him to track my location just as I had feared; the virus hadn't been removed yet at the time that I turned the phone on.

That also brought another question to mind; how did the officers miss Diaz if he was at the Macaroni Grill? They surely must have seen the Escalade since I had given them a perfect description of it. I had to warn Scott about this. I quickly called him and told him that I had just gotten another threatening text from Diaz. When Scott asked me about the details of the text, I told him that Diaz apparently knew that I was at the police station the other night and that he had also been smart enough to notice the unmarked police cars parked at the Macaroni Grill. Scott grew confused and said that he and a few other officers had been at the Macaroni Grill and had seen no sign of Diaz anywhere. I asked Scott if he had seen any sign of the silver Escalade with no license plates anywhere in the parking lot and he said no.

This really began to scare me at this point. Diaz had clearly said that he had seen the unmarked police cars at the Macaroni Grill waiting for him to show up, yet none of them noticed him. This lead me to believe that Diaz had probably been using a different vehicle to get there, and Scott had to agree with that speculation when I told him. I asked him if he or any of the other officers noticed any strange or suspicious vehicles at the Macaroni Grill while patrolling the parking lot and he said no. If Diaz had been there, then he had probably hidden out of sight or had blended in too well to be noticed by the police.

I then told Scott that Diaz said that the text also said he was heading for our grandparents which was about thirty blocks away from our house and Scott assured me that he'd inform the officers watching their house about it. He also told me that he'd request for backup to assist them in case Diaz and his men were armed, though I knew they probably were armed since they tried shooting at me the other night. I asked him what I should do next and Scott told me to make sure all the doors and windows to my house were locked, then he told me to arm myself with his revolver that he kept locked in a gun safe in his bedroom closet in case Diaz showed up. I knew that a single nine shooter revolver wouldn't do me much good since Diaz and his men would clearly outnumber me and most likely be armed with heavy grade weapons like the ones they used last night to try and shoot me, but at least I'd have a chance to defend myself.

Afterwards, Scott hung up and I went to fetch the revolver from his room. Luckily, Diaz never came for me, but I still remained on edge after remembering everything that message had said. I couldn't understand why this band of sick minded bastards would go to such extents just to get their hands on me. I knew it didn't make much of a difference, but I also knew that I didn't want to know what their true intentions towards me were, yet what Diaz said in the message about him and his men making me a quote on quote "cum dumpster sissy boy" gave me a pretty clear idea what they'd do to me if they got their hands on me; I was nearly sick just thinking about it.

After sitting in my room on high alert for about two hours, I got a call on my cell phone from Scott. I expected him to tell me that he had managed to catch Diaz, but I was wrong, horribly wrong. Scott and his team were currently at our aunt and uncles house with the fire department and the Coroner; he had tragic news. Scott informed me that when he and his team arrived at our grandparents house, they found no there except the two unmarked police cars watching the house. When he asked the two officers in the unmarked patrol cars if they saw a silver Escalade matching Mr. Diaz' vehicle, but they said that no vehicle of that description had showed up around there.

Right as Scott asked if any other suspicious vehicles came near my grandparents house, his police car radio came on and he heard the horrified screams of the officers stationed at my aunt and uncles house about thirty blocks away from my grandparents house saying that they were under attack and requested immediately backup right before the radio went static. Scott and his team headed to their house as fast as they could, and once they got there, they found the two unmarked police cars engulfed in flames and the two officers laying dead on the ground; their bodies were nothing more than charred skeletons at that point.

The front door to our aunt and uncles house was found laying on the entrance way floor and broken into splinters of wood, and when Scott and his team entered the house, he found something that has since then haunted me to this day. My aunt and uncle were found dead from multiple gunshot wounds and nailed to the wall in an upside down crucifix position, both dead from blood loss. There was also a message written on blood on the wall addressed to Scott.

It read, "Your family is next, Scott!".

I nearly vomited after hearing all this and my eyes welled up with tears of rage and hate. This sick bastard was toying with me and my family, and now he had just killed my favorite aunt and uncle. I could tell that Scott was on the verge of a breakdown as well because I could hear the distress in his voice as he spoke. I asked Scott through tears if any of the neighbors noticed Diaz and he told that there were quite a few witnesses who'd seen all the commotion outside earlier, but there were two witnesses who had managed to see everything go down outside. An elderly couple tending to their flower beds near the side of their house mentioned seeing a black van with complete tinted windows and no license plates pull up near my aunt and uncles house earlier.

The moment the doors of the van opened, the two unmarked Ford Fusion police cars threw on their lights and the officers drew out their guns and ordered the occupants to step out of the van and get down on the ground. However, five masked men inside the van responded by pulling out several RPG launchers out of their van and firing several RPG's at the two patrol cars, destroying them both and killing the two officers. Afterwards, the couple said that the men all rushed out of the van with machine guns and their leader followed them with a mini gatling gun in his hands, and the couple identified him as Miguel Diaz since he wasn't wearing a mask.

Diaz blasted the door down with the gatling gun and he entered my aunt and uncles house with his men, and that was when the couple panicked and ran back into their house. By the time they calmed down enough to call the cops, Diaz and his men had left; Scott and his team arrived several minutes later with the S.W.A.T team after that. I asked Scott what to do now and he said that several police reinforcements would be arriving at my house and at the houses of my friends and grandparents due to how heavily armed Diaz and his men were. He also advised me to lock myself in the attic in case Diaz should overpower the reinforcements since the attic door in the ceiling had a lock on it.

Mom and dad had already been informed of what had happened and were being escorted to a hotel by police until Diaz was caught. Since Scott had updated the police with new info about what vehicle Diaz was driving, they now had a better chance of catching him. And sure enough, about one hour later, the police called to inform me that Diaz had been caught; four of his five men had been killed by the S.W.A.T team. Shortly after Scott had hung up an hour ago, another team of police officers spotted the black van headed in the direction of my grandparents house and began chasing it. Several of Diaz' men opened fire on the pursuing cop cars with machine guns and one of them blasted several of the cop cars with an RPG launcher, but Diaz and his men were eventually run off the road and into a tree when one of the officers in another pursuing cop car shot out one of the rear tires on the van, causing it to lose control and crash.

Of course, Diaz and his men wouldn't surrender so easily and they instantly attacked the officers with gatling guns and machines guns the moment they surrounded the van. They had managed to kill a total of over 48 cops before a heavy tactical police force arrived and overpowered them, killing four of Diaz' henchmen and then tasering Diaz and his last remaining assistant. I sighed with relief, knowing that that madman was now in police custody along with his other thug, then Scott hung up.

The following day, my entire family mourned the loss of our aunt and uncle and my parents had begun planning funeral arrangements for them at a nearby funeral home while I stayed home, too upset and disgusted with myself to even show my face to my family. Scott had been called to the police station by the chief to investigate something that apparently come up, but I didn't know what it was since Scott had been talking about it over the phone with the police chief. I would eventually find out what it was though later on, and to be honest, I'm not sure if I'll ever sleep well anymore knowing what I know now about it. Several hours later around 6pm, Scott had returned home looking very disheveled and traumatized, and his skin was bone white. He also had a very forlorn and sickened expression on his face as he sat down in the living room where I was, not saying a word and just staring ahead.

When I noticed how Scott looked, I knew that something bad must have happened, so I asked him, "Bro, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost".

Scott turned to me, still keeping that disturbed look on his face, then said, "Not a ghost... something worse, much worse".

"What was it? What's going on, Scott? This isn't like you" I pressed, wanting to know why Scott was like this.

Scott looked up, sighed, then said, "Of all the messed up shit I've seen in my career as an officer of the law, I never thought I'd ever encounter something that fucked up in my life. Hell, I've seen my fair share of death many times before, but none of the fatal vehicle accidents or murder scenes I've seen could come close to the sick, messed up shit that was in that place".

"What place? Scott, your not making sense. Where were you? And what place are you referring to?" I asked him, desperate for answers.

Scott looked at me again and said, "Ted, I need to ask you something before I explain it all to you".

Confused, I asked, "And what is that?".

In a serious tone, Scott asked, "Do you truly believe that Satan walks amongst us?".

That question caught me a bit off guard. I was never much of a religious person, but after everything that had just happened to my aunt and uncle, I began to question my faith in God. But to answer Scott's question, I truly believed that such a thing was possible after everything I had been through.

"Yeah, I do, Scott" I replied.

"Well, so do I," Scott said. "And I truly believe that Diaz is a devil after seeing everything in that mansion".

"Mansion? What mansion?" I asked, confused.

"What I am about to tell you is going to sound very hard to believe, like something out of a bad horror film, but trust me when I tell you that what I saw was very real and very messed up. Normally I'm not allowed to reveal what I've seen during my investigations, but since your my brother, I think you have the right to know. However, I need to warn you that what your about to hear is extremely disturbing and sickening" Scott began in a serious tone of voice.

Scott then began to tell me his story of probably one of the sickest, most twisted tales I'd ever heard in my life. When Scott arrived at the police station, the chief told him that Diaz' remaining henchmen had confessed to the interrogation officers under duress that their hideout was located in a large two story mansion hidden in the woods a few blocks away from the police. Scott and his team were ordered to investigate the mansion for any potential evidence that would aid in their case against Diaz. Scott and four officers headed over to the woods in their patrol cars and eventually found the mansion secluded in a clearly deep in the woods away from civilization. One might expect the mansion of a sick criminal to be abandoned and run down looking like in a cliche horror film, but that wasn't the case with this one. It was a large, luxurious red painted mansion with stone pillars at the front entrance, and the windows had been heavily tinted to the point where it was impossible to see inside the place.

Once there, Scott and his team busted down the door and entered the mansion to find all the lights still on. The first floor of the mansion was laid out in a cross pattern with the front door being at the far end of the large corridor. A set of stairs leading up to the second floor could be seen at the far end of the hall next to a large door that supposedly lead down to a basement, and a set of four very short corridors connecting to several other rooms could be seen in the left and right walls of the corridor. When Scott and his team checked the first door on their left, they found that it lead into a large living room with a Victorian style fireplace near the far left of the room and a set of two large sofas and a lamp table next to it, along with a large HD TV near the right of the room with two smaller chairs near it.

Not much seemed out of the ordinary in that room when they searched it, so they left the living room and searched the next one. The second room next to the living room appeared to be the kitchen which was also connected to the dining room. Everything seemed normal until they noticed a foul smell coming from a large stainless steel fridge near the sink. When the officers opened it, they found several bags of rotting meat inside which appeared to be several weeks out of date. The dining room also had several used plates and utensils sitting on the table which also had traces of dried sauce and pieces of strange looking bones on them.

Scott immediately took a look at them and noticed that the bones didn't look any normal animal bone. Upon closer inspection, Scott realized in horror that they were human finger bones and he immediately alerted his other team mates to call for backup. Afterwards, they checked another room across the corridor and found something that sent a chill down my spine. This room appeared to be a large family room, or in this case, a sick and perverted BDSM roleplay room. The room was shaped like a rectangle and had two large chairs with red latex covering them completely on the far right of the room where a camera and tripod stood between them.

In the center of the room was a large coffee table with several BDSM sex toys which included a large anal vibrator, a leather whip, two large bottles containing enema and vomit inducing serum, latex gloves, and a ball gag; that wasn't all Scott found. On the far left of the room was a dirty old mattress attached to an old rusty bed frame bolted into the floor, and sitting next to it were two male dominatrix outfits and two black gimp slave suits which were both hollow in the crotch area. There were also several sets of hand cuffs and leather cuffs hanging from a set of hooks screwed into the wall next to the heavily tinted window along with a few whips hanging from another set of hooks, but that wasn't the sickest thing in the room. Next to the bed was what looked like one of those portable toilet seats used in convalescent homes with traces of vomit and dried up diarrhea on it, only it had no bucket under it.

Beneath the toilet seat was one of those rubber BDSM restraining beds with steel metal cuffs used to restrain a victim. I didn't even have to guess what this abomination of a contraption was used for, and neither did Scott; it was clearly designed for people with very sick fetishes involving feces, urine, diarrhea, and vomit. I now had a clearer idea of what Diaz had planned for me if I hadn't escaped that other night, and it made me shutter like a frightened little kitten being cornered in a cave by an angry wolf.

This story was already very disturbing as it was, but the worst part was yet to come. After leaving the room and heading for the stairs next to the basement door to check the second floor, Scott noticed a feint, yet very foul odor coming from the other side of the door. Finding this very suspicious, Scott called his team from out of the other room and told them to come check the basement next, then he tried opening the door. Finding it locked, Scott smashed the door open with his foot, and that's when the most horrible stench imaginable came slamming into his nose like a tidal wave from down below in the basement; it was the smell of death.

The smell got worse as Scott and his team moved down the stairs into the basement, but the lights were off, so they couldn't see anything. However, they did hear strange sounds coming from below. It sounded like a combination of whimpering, moaning, and grunting; they sounded almost animal.

Scott called out into the basement, "Police! Anybody down there?".

He and his team got no response as they continued down the stairs, excepting for more moaning and whimpering. Once Scott and his team reached the bottom of the stairs, they came into the entrance of the basement and found it completely pitch black, so Scott felt around the side of the wall for a light switch. Eventually, he found the switch and flipped it on, and that's when he paused his story again, this time with a sickened and disturbed look on his face.

"What did you see, Scott?" I asked him.

Scott said nothing at first. He just swallowed in a sickly manner and I could have sworn I saw his face turn slightly green with disgust.

"Scott, you all right? Talk to me" I begged Scott.

Scott stayed silent for a few seconds, then he said, "Dear god... to think that human beings are capable of... all that...".

"What? Scott, what are you talking about? Your not making any sense" I asked him, becoming slightly impatient.

Scott finally regained his composure and continued his story, but this was the part where things got... ugly. When Scott flipped the lights on to the basement, what he and the other officers saw was probably one of the darkest, twisted, most fucked up sights he had ever seen in the history of his entire life. What Scott described to me made me truly understand why he was acting so disturbed and estranged from the world around him. Before I explain what he saw, I'll describe what the basement looked like. Now, this basement wasn't like the typical type of basement you'd see in an old mansion.

This basement was enormous, so enormous that it easily could have passed for being a small airplane hanger bay as Scott put it. It was square shaped and about as tall as a firehouse, but this basement didn't have any vehicles in it, and I didn't see that being possible since Scott said it had no large doors in it except for three large metal doors far across the basement. I was both intrigued and surprised by how large this basement was. I had never heard of any mansion with a basement this big, but it was what was inside the basement that made me nearly sick to my stomach. On the left side of the basement, there were a total of 27 large square iron cages the size of an SUV lined up against the cement wall, the same type of cages used to transport zoo animals.

But it wasn't zoo animals that were in the cages; it was something far worse. Inside 22 of the 27 cages were a bunch of young men who all appeared to be in their early twenties, and a few of them looked no older than fifteen years old; the other cages were empty. Every one of them had been stripped completely naked and had dog collars around their necks, and a few of them also had ball gags stuffed in their mouths, but that wasn't the most disturbing part. Some of these boys had actual animal ears, noses, and tails actually sewn onto their bodies with traces of dried blood on them. One boy had his human ears cut off along with his nose and pig ears and a pig nose had been stitched in place of them, and a pig tail had also been stitched onto the area just above his anal cavity.

I was beyond horrified by all this. It was like a scene from right out of an X-rated horror film, and it only got worse from there. Scott proceeded to explain that he also saw what looked like dog food bowls and water dishes inside the cages which had been filled with dirty water and pig food, and the cages were also very filthy. There were traces of feces and urine all over the floors of each cage; I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These poor young men and teenage boys were being caged up and treated like actual livestock, and they had even been abused like livestock. There were traces of whip wounds all over their backs and a few of them also had cuts on their faces that had scabbed over.

It took every amount of willpower for Scott and his team to keep from vomiting as they approached one of the cages which contained a teenage boy who appeared to be no older than fifteen. He was clearly malnourished and had a bunch of scabbed over whip wounds on his body, and he also had pig ears a pig tail sewn onto him like some of the others. When Scott came up to the cage, the boy came crawling over to him on all fours like a pig and even made actual pig sounds. Since the boy had no ball gag in his mouth, Scott asked him how long he and the others had been down here, but the response he got was probably the most horrifying thing that he had heard since entering the mansion.

The boy made a few pig sounds and then said in a malnourished voice, "Please don't hurt me! I be a good pig! Master says I need be a good pig!".

What that boy said had sent deep chills down Scott's spine. It was clear from that response that his mind had been shattered from whatever torture that monster Diaz had put him through, yet he wasn't the only one like this. Another teenage boy in the cage next to the pig eared boy with cow ears and a cow tail sewn onto his body simply moaned like a sick cow when he was asked the same question. Several others in the cages did the same thing as well; they were too mentally and psychologically shattered in mind, body, and spirit to speak properly.

Scott immediately told his other officers to call for more backup and for several medical units as he made his way past the cages towards the right side of the basement, and what he saw only made him sicker. On the right side of the room sat various medieval style torture devices such as a Judas Cradle with a saw edged blade on the top which had dried blood all over it, two large metal medical tables with restraints on them, and a large metal tray with various torture devices on it. These devices included a pear of anguish, thumbscrews, a branding iron, a scourging whip, a razor wired club, and a battery powered Ryobi circular saw. A second tray next to the first one held a surgical skull saw with its blade covered in dried blood, a de-nailing device, a nail gun, a large hypodermic needle filled with greenish fluid, two metal jugs filled with sulfuric acid, and a large battery powered drill.

There was also a tripod with a camera sitting behind the two metal tables that Diaz probably used to make snuff films, but there were even more horrors awaiting Scott and his officers. Once they walked past all the cages and more of those metal medical tables, they came up to three metal doors at the end of the basement; the middle one was the largest and the thickest. The other two smaller doors had labels on them that read "MODIFICATIONS", and "PREPARATION CHAMBER". I wasn't sure what those rooms were at first as their names seemed odd, but I soon found out when Scott told me what he found inside them both.

Scott told three of his officers to stay with the emaciated men in the cages until backup arrived and he and the remaining officer at his side entered the preparations room and flipped on the light, and almost vomited at the sight they were greeted with. The room was about the size of a house garage and was what appeared to be a slaughter room. On the right side of the room were six large meat hooks hanging from chains bolted into the ceiling with large metal buckets beneath them containing stale blood that stank horribly, and on the left side of the room was what appeared to be a large butcher's table with various tools laying on it, which including knives, meat cutting circular saws, scoops, dissection tools, metal buckets, and even several sets of large brisket scissors commonly used in slaughter houses.

Scott was absolutely sickened when he realized that this room was a slaughter room, and then he thought back to the teenage boys and young men in the cages just outside the room, and Scott nearly collapsed in sheer horror when he figured all of this out. Diaz was keeping those poor victims all in cages and using them as human livestock to be raped, abused, tortured, and then eaten; this man was a cannibal, and so were his men! This speculation was confirmed when Scott and the other officer opened the big metal door which lead into an enormous walk in freezer, and what they saw made them both vomit. Hanging from meat hooks bolted into the ceiling were at least thirty four limbless, headless human corpses. They were all sliced open from the chest down to the crotch and all of their internal organs had been removed, but that wasn't the only thing Scott noticed.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed from looking at the crotch areas and chests of the corpses that some of them were female, and to his horror, a few of the corpses were that of children. Any person would have gone insane from all this hell that Diaz had created in this mansion, but what Scott and his other officer found in the modifications room would nearly drive him to the depths of despair and insanity. Like the preparations room, this one was about the same size, only it had a large dirty surgical table equipped with restraints in the very center of it with surgery lights above the table.

Next to the table was a large metal tray lined with various tools which included large scalpels, a dentist drill, amputation circular saws, injection needles, and a skull saw. There was also another tray which held a gas powered chainsaw, and several other torture devices Scott didn't recognize. However, these things weren't what nearly drove Scott into madness. It was what he saw in five sets of cages near the far right corner of the room that made him vomit again. Inside the cages were what appeared to be human beings, young men to be exact, but they could hardly even be called that anymore. Unlike the other victims in the cages outside the room who only had animal ears and tails grafted onto their bodies, these five men had been surgically altered into what could only be called abominations; Scott referred to these victims as the Mutations.

The first three had their forearms and forelegs amputated and had pig hooves surgically grafted onto the stumps where their forelimbs had once been, and like some of the others outside the room, they had pig ears grafted in place of their human ears. They also had pig tails surgically grafted onto their rear ends, but it was their faces that terrified Scott the most. They had been surgically reconstructed and altered to look almost like a real pigs face, not quite entirely, but close enough. There were still traces of their human features left for one to tell that they had been fully human once, but most of it was obscured by the nightmarish surgical modifications made to these poor souls.

Some of the others victims in the cages had been castrated and given sex change operations, and they also been given cow horns, hooves, tails, and ears, but that wasn't the most sickening part. Their breasts had clearly been injected with female hormones, because they were so engorged that they sagged, and there were traces of milk dripping from them. The inhabitants of the cages simply stared at Scott, but said nothing; Scott wasn't even sure if they were capable of speaking anymore. When he slowly approached the cages, the Mutations grunted and started rapping on the cage doors with their horns and hooves, clearing wanting to get out. This abhorrent nightmare was too much for Scott to take and he ran out of the room with the other officer, nearly soiling himself from blind terror.

The forensics team, Coroner, and several medical units arrived shortly after, and getting the victims trapped in the cages out of the mansion proved to be difficult. It was determined by the investigation team that these young men had probably been forbidden by Diaz to walk like human beings since they only walked on all fours and went into a panicked frenzy if the paramedics tried to get them to stand up; they had to be restrained to the stretcher beds because of this. Getting those men out of the mansion and into the ambulances that crowded around the mansion was hard enough, but getting the Mutations out was probably the most difficult and unsettling part of it all. Some of the paramedics hesitated to enter the modifications chamber after the forensics team and Scott's team described to them in full detail about what was in there.

When they saw the Mutations, some of the EMT's and the forensics team actually screamed in horror at the sight of them. Because of how psychologically and mentally unstable the Mutations were, the EMT's had to sedate them in order to restrain them to each assorted stretcher bed which proved difficult since the Mutations had no forelimbs, only cow and pig hooves in place of them. It also took awhile for the Coroner to remove all the frozen corpses in the walk in freezer. After that was done, the forensics team came out of the mansion with some very shocking evidence. Scott and his team hadn't been to the second floor of the mansion, but the forensics team had, and what they found was absolutely disgusting.

In Diaz' personal bedroom, they found two desk lamps with lampshades made out of human skin, and they also found several shrunken human heads sitting on his bedroom window sill along with a journal sitting next to them. There was also a long list of names with red X's through them plastered on the wall above a desk which also had a dehydrator sitting on it filled with jerky along with a bunch of video tapes inside a drawer built into the desk. Finding the jerky and tapes suspicious and the list of names vital to the investigation, the forensics team confiscated them as evidence, and they also took the lampshades and shrunken heads with them as well. Photos of the BDSM room, basement, modifications chamber and the preparation chamber were taken as well, and DNA evidence was also gathered to aid in the investigation. Once enough evidence had been gathered by the police and the forensics team, they all left the mansion.

"And... that's when I headed back home" Scott finished.

I just sat there completely dumbfounded, disgusted, shocked, and horrified by the entire story Scott had just told me. I found some of it very hard to believe, like the parts involving the Mutations and the animal eared victims in the cages, but I knew that Scott wasn't the type of person to tell lies. If all of this was to be believed, then that meant I was beyond lucky to have gotten away from Diaz, and that also meant he truly was the embodiment of evil.

"What's going to happen now?" I asked Scott.

"The police and the forensics team will be going over the evidence tomorrow in order to help convict that sick bastard Diaz. I'll let you know what we find, but please do something for me" Scott requested.

"And what is that?" I asked him.

In a serious tone, Scott said, "Under no circumstances are you to tell mom and dad about what I just told you. Trust me, it's best they don't know".

I agreed with Scott wholeheartedly and we both went to bed about an hour later. The following day around the afternoon, Scott called me and informed me of what went down with the investigation, and it was horrifying. From what they gathered from the evidence and from interrogating Diaz far more harshly, they had made several horrifying discovery's. From what Diaz and his remaining henchman confessed from being under constant duress, the police learned some very sick pieces of information. Turns out, some of those young men and teenage boys trapped in that mansion had been held captive for over two years, including the Mutations.

Diaz and his men would use dating apps such as Tinder, Grinder, Zoosk, My Cupid, and various other dating apps as bait to lure their victims in. Once lured into whatever location Diaz chose, they'd capture their victims by force and bring them back to their mansion to train them as gay sex slaves. Those who managed to escape Diaz like I did wouldn't taste freedom for long though, and the reason for that was this. Like what happened with me, Diaz would always send his potential victims a giftcard to their email account with a trojan tracker virus embedded in it, and then they'd open it which would allow Diaz to hack into their computers and wifi networks.

He'd then obtain all of his victims personal information as well as the personal information of their family members, relatives, and friends. Afterwards, Diaz would head down to his victims homes at night, smash down the door and then kill the victims entire family. The victims would then be dragged at gunpoint back to Diaz' silver Cadillac Escalade and taken to his mansion. Another thing the police found at as well was that this mansion never belonged to Diaz, and neither did the Escalade. After some digging around, the police discovered that the mansion and the silver Cadillac had originally belonged to a wealthy retired couple that Diaz and his men had murdered five years ago after breaking out of prison.

Diaz and his henchman was forced to confess what they knew when questioned about it and what they said absolutely sickened me. Five years ago when Diaz broke out of prison, he and his gang stole a black van and followed the retired couple back to their mansion where they brutally murdered them. Diaz bragged in full graphic detail about how he and his men restrained the husband to a chair, sliced off his eyelids, and forced him to watch at gunpoint while they raped and tortured his wife. Then Diaz stated in a frustrated tone that when the husband refused and turned his head away, Diaz beheaded him with a chainsaw and then did the same thing to his wife. Afterwards, Diaz and his men cannibalized the couple and took mansion for themselves as a new hideout, as well as their Cadillac and all of their personal belongings and even their money.

They obtained the couple's personal information and gained access to their retirement accounts which held up to four billion dollars inherited to the couple by their wealthy parents. With their personal info and money, Diaz was able to basically impersonate the couple for five whole years, which now explained why he was able to hide off the grid so easily. With their newly acquired fortune, Diaz had converted the family room of the mansion into a sick BDSM roleplay room and also converted the basement into a hardcore snuff porn dungeon which Diaz and his men would use to film his victims being brutally beaten, raped, and murdered. The walk in freezer had already been included before Diaz and his men invaded and took over the mansion, and the other two rooms had served as storage chambers before being converted into a slaughter house and a sick body modifications chamber which had been used to create the Mutations.

The revelation of this horrifying discovery made me feel like vomiting. The fact that Diaz and his men had basically stolen the lives and ID's of this innocent couple by murdering them and going completely unnoticed for five years disgusted me beyond belief, but that wasn't even the worst of it. The police discovered shortly after leaving the mansion the other night that all the families of the victims held captive by Diaz were dead. Several FBI officers attempted to get in contact with the families of the victims, but got no response from any of them. Remember the corpses that Scott noticed in the walk in freezer? The ones that were female and some of the ones that were children? As it turned out, the forensics team discovered through DNA analysis that all those corpses were the bodies of all the victims family members.

The police learned through Diaz that shortly after kidnapping their victims, his henchmen had systematically murdered all of their families, friends, and relatives, then they brought their bodies back to the mansion to be used as food. The reason Diaz murdered the families of the sex slaves was explained in the journal they found in Diaz' quarters.

The entry read, "These young men no longer have any need for families. Me and my men are their family now, and any trace of their old lives are to be erased completely. As such, their families, reletives, and friends must be systematically exterminated from existence to ensure that they understand their place. These boys are cum dumpster slaves, and their only purpose is to serve the needs of me and my men. They are pieces of meat, pieces of butt meat to be used only to satisfy the fantasies of my men and our other associates".

The journal also contained a list of various crime organizations that Diaz sent the bodies of his victims to. Their internal organs, along with all the snuff films would be sold to various black market organizations such as the Russian mafia, Mexican drug cartel, Chinese mafia, Yakuza, and many other criminal organizations through use of the dark web while the bodies would stay behind to be eaten by Diaz and his men.

The jerky that had been found in the dehydrator in Diaz' room was identified by the forensics team to be made from the bodies of several dead children that had been members of the captives family, and this would also be sold to the black market as well. The list that was found above the desk also contained the names of all the captives family, relatives, and friends; it was a hit list. With all of this evidence, there'd be no chance of Diaz ever getting out scott free. Knowing everything he'd done, Diaz would probably be executed. A week later, me, my family, and Scott were called into the courthouse along with his investigation team to testify against Diaz.

When asked by the judge to give his plea after the long list of crimes he committed were announced by the prosecutor, Diaz said in a flat tone, "Not guilty".

The judge then asked me for my testimony and I described in full detail about what had went down with me and Diaz, from right at the point where he and his men chased me in the stolen Cadillac Escalade, and then to the point where I got away by speeding across the train tracks just as a long freight train was coming towards the crossing. I also told the judge about the threatening messages Diaz had sent me and repeated them in full detail. Afterwards, Scott presented the evidence that his investigation team had found at the mansion, as well as the evidence found by the forensics team.

This included photos of the BDSM room, the human bones in the kitchen, the captive victims inside the basement, preparation room, and the modifications chamber where the Mutations were kept locked up. Scott also presented the DNA results of the human jerky, the human skin lampshades, hit list, and the atrocious snuff porn films found in Diaz' desk. Diaz's lawyer requested to the judge that the court view the images and the six snuff porn films for proof of his clients guilt. Since the defense had no objection, the judge allowed it, but Scott warned the courtroom that the contents of the film were extremely graphic and disturbing and requested that my family not be present when viewing the footage.

The judge acknowledged his request and told my parents to step outside the courtroom while the footage was viewed, then a projector was brought into the room and a projection screen sheet was lowered from the ceiling as my parents left the room. The first thing to be shown was the photos of the basement and the modifications room. Once the images showed up, what I saw made me nearly wet myself in horror.

The screen showed various images of the captives inside the cages in the basement, and they looked as horrid as Scott had described them to me a week ago. The captives all bore dead like expressions on their faces and I could see what looked like pig ears and pig tails stitched onto their bodies, and a few others had cow ears and tails stitched onto their bodies. The most horried part about this was that some of these young men looked no older than fourteen or fifteen years old, but that wasn't the worst of it. The next images showed the corpses in the walk in freezer and the inside of the preparation chamber, and then finally the modifications chamber where I got my first look at the Mutations.

Up to this point, I was already shaken and disgusted by the descriptions of the Mutations that Scott had given me from his story a week ago, but seeing them with my own eyes for the first time was something I'd never forget. These... "things" were as horrifying as Scott described, yet they seemed so much worse up close; it was like something from a bad horror film. Unlike the other prisoners who had just animal ears and tails, these ones had been surgically altered to look almost animal like, though I could clearly see traces of human features on them when looking a bit closer. Their faces had been surgically contorted and twisted into pig and cow like faces, and their forearms and fore legs had been amputated above the knees and elbows, and in place of the stumps were animal hooves. They also had animal ears and tails surgically attached to them like the other prisoners, and the cow Mutations had horns grafted into their skulls.

Three of the Mutations had pig hooves in place of their forelimbs, and the other two had cow hooves. It had also been confirmed that the cow Mutations had indeed been given sex change operations since Diaz had confessed it to the police under duress. He had hired a group of criminal surgeons off the dark web to give two of his slave boys sex change operations, and to also transform them and several others into Mutations.

The sick purpose of these inhuman transformations was to satisfy one of Diaz's clients fetishes, which happened to be a furry fetish. His sick plan was to eventually transform all of the other prisoners in his basement into Mutations and sell them to an extremely dangerous, bloodthirsty Yakuza boss named Seto Miyeda, who was also a savage cannibal killer who worshipped the devil.

After these images were shown, the jury played the six snuff porn films, and that's when the real horror began. Due to how graphic the nature of these films were, I'll try to explain it the best I can without going into too much detail, but I may not be able to do that with all of them since they're all very graphic as it is. Believe me when I tell you that these films were so gratuitous and graphic that it would make all those hardcore porn videos on Heavy-R and look like a simple paper cut with lemon juice poured on it. Unlike those, these films were a literal nightmare, like something from one of those red room deep web stories. The first film seemed almost like a typical gay BDSM video that you'd find on sites like Heavy-R, Brazzers, or Pornhub, only the men in them weren't actors.

Two naked black teenage boys in dog collars were being forced to perform oral sex on several of Diaz's henchmen at gunpoint inside the BDSM roleplay room. Their hands were cuffed and the boys had bloody whip mark's on their backs and bruises on their faces. It was clear that they had been beaten up and whipped for resisting.

In the background, I heard the men say, "Don't you two faggots even fucking dare think of biting our cocks! And don't you dare, and I mean fucking DARE think about spitting out our cum! You do that, and this video becomes a snuff film! You two gay ass faggots are gonna swallow everything and anything that comes out of our cocks if you value your lives!".

The film went on for over four minutes until one of the slave boys suddenly vomited all over the floor, angering the men. They began screaming and cursing at them for ruining the carpet and also began yelling out very bigoted and racist curses about how being "cum dumpster pig slaves" is all that their kind are good for. I then heard Diaz yell out orders to his men to... "finish them".

To everyone's horror, a naked burly white man wearing only a gimp suit gas mask and black leather gloves approached the two black slave boys with a gas powered chainsaw in his hands. The two boys were then retrained to the floor and sawn into pieces. Everyone in the courtroom was green in the face and on the verge of vomiting after seeing what had happened. Why I didn't puke, I'll never know. The other two films were similar to the first one, only they didn't end with the victims being mutilated with chainsaws; they ended with them being beaten and whipped. The last three films were the worst out of all of them, but the forth one was the one that made me actually vomit.

It was a four minute long video of one of Diaz's slave boys chained to that rubber mattress with the portable toilet seat; he was whimpering and struggling. A fat guy in a male dominatrix gimp suit was seen sitting on the toilet seat with a revolver pointed at the slave boy, yelling at him to open his mouth, or he'd kill him.

"Open your mouth, you little faggot! I'm about to have diarrhea! I SAID OPEN YOUR GOD FUCKING DAMN MOUTH, YOU FUCKING SLAVE!" the male dominatrix thundered with rage.

I then heard Diaz say, "You better do what he says, slave! Swallow that diarrhea like a good little toilet, or you will die slowly!".

The gimp began groaning and farting painfully, then his rear end exploded with thick diarrhea filled with bits of corn which completely covered the slave boys face. Two other gimps aimed shotguns at the slave boy and thundered at him to open his mouth, or they'd kill him.

"SWALLOW IT! YOU WANT TO DIE SLOWLY?! SWALLOW IT, GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU!" Diaz thundered, kicking the slaves ribs.

He ordered his men to force the slaves mouth open, and one of the gimps pried it open with a crowbar, forcing the slave to swallow everything. Unfortunately, it was impossible for the slave boy to do this for obvious reasons and ended up vomiting all over the feet of the two gimps and kicking Diaz in the balls, angering him and his men.

"AGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH! YOU DEFIANT LITTLE FAGGOT! NOW YOU'VE MADE ME FUCKING ANGRY! BOYS, KILL HIM SLOWLY!" Diaz thundered.

Diaz and his men killed the slave with a chainsaw, hacking off his limbs and gutting him alive with a set of brisket scissors and a butcher knife. I ended up vomiting on the floor from seeing that nightmare, and so did several others in the courtroom; I couldn't blame them. The last films were so horrible and graphic that I don't even want to describe them, but I will say this. One of the last few minutes of the fifth film involved several slaves being forced to vomit in each others mouths at gunpoint, and the sixth film involved some of the victims being changed into Mutations, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to know the details of how that was done.

The sickest thing about all this was that Diaz actually sneered at the screen the whole time that these films were being played. It was as if he was enjoying everything that he had done, as if he were proud of his sick achievements, and it infuriated me. It was clear that this monster bore no sympathy for all the sick, evil, messed up garbage that he had done. When Scott had asked me if I believed the devil walks among us, I truly understood what he meant, and I believed that Diaz really was the devil incarnate. Once all the videos had been shown, the projection screen was retracted back onto the ceiling and the projector was wheeled aside, and then the judge ordered a ten minute recess to recover from all that nightmarish evidence.

I had never known until this point as to how evil Diaz really was. I had already known that he was a gay sex slave driver boss, a racist, and a very sick fetishist, but I had never suspected that he was a cannibal killer until hearing Scott's story and finally seeing the evidence for myself. Compared to all the crimes that Jeffrey Dahmer and John Wayne Gacy committed, Diaz made them look like petty thugs; it was beyond evil what he did in that mansion.

It really messed me up after that, but Scott was even more messed up after seeing it first hand for himself in that mansion. Later after the recess when everyone was back in the courtroom, the jury prepared a verdict and after five minutes, the court found him guilty of crimes against humanity, cannibalism, rape, sexual assault, sexual slavery, first degree murder, paedophilia, attempted murder, and cop killing; the judge sentenced Diaz to death by lethal injection.

Two weeks later, me and my whole family went to the penitentiary where Diaz's execution would take place. Around 1:00 PM, the curtains to the execution chamber slid open to reveal Diaz restrained to the lethal injection table with several IV's in his arms and a heart monitor hooked up to his chest. When Diaz was told to make his final statements, he spouted a bunch of hate towards me and Scott for ratting him out and that he wished he had killed me before my aunt and uncle. After that, the executioner flipped on the lethal injection machine and sedated Diaz, then injected two other drugs into him which eventually caused his heart to stop. Diaz died with an evil sneer on his face and everyone then left the penitentiary.

I wish I could say that things got better for my family after the execution of Diaz, but I'm afraid I can't do that. Scott ended up having to take a leave of absence due to PTSD from what he experienced in that mansion, and my parents became far more paranoid than ever before. I was also grounded for the rest of the month and also banned from ever using any dating apps again by my parents, but I wouldn't have ever used them again even if they didn't ban them; how could I after everything that had just happened?

My parents also refused to speak to me for a long time since they pretty much blamed me for being the cause of my aunt and uncles deaths. In a way, it felt like my fault since was the one who opened that infected email that allowed Diaz to hack my laptop and steal all our personal info. Scott disagreed and told me that I didn't know that the email was a virus, and he even defended me by telling this to our parents, but they still didn't care.

My dad had even yelled at Scott, saying, "It doesn't matter weather or not Ted knew! The fact is that he used a dating app after I've told him so many God damn times that use of those apps is strictly forbidden in this house! And because he disobeyed that rule, some sick homosexual cannibal killing motherfucker hacked our family's personal info and took the lives of my brother and sister! He's very damn lucky I don't kick him out of this damn house because of what he caused, and for what?! All because he wanted to date some girl he didn't even know!".

My mom shared my dad's opinion and banned me from using my laptop for the rest of the summer. It took months for my family to recover from everything Diaz had done to us, and to so many others, but Scott was a whole different story. Even now as I write this, Scott is still undergoing counseling do to PTSD even though it's now been a year since the whole event. He has had constant nightmares from what he had seen in that mansion a year ago, and it hasn't gotten better. I honestly can't blame Scott for being in the state he is now after seeing what he saw in that mansion. Hell, I'm surprised I haven't lost my own sanity after seeing those pictures of the Mutations and those horrid snuff porn films in the courthouse.

As for the victims held captive by Diaz, Scott informed me of their status a month ago before I began writing this story. He told me that they were still recovering in a mental hospital due to all th mental, physical, and psychological abuse and torture inflicted onto them by Diaz. Their animal ears and tails had all been successfully removed and they had all undergone successfully ear reconstruction surgery to restore their ears. As for the Mutations, they were sent to a special asylum for mentally and psychologically insane people; there's some good news and bad news regarding them.

The good news was that a team of elite surgeons had managed to reconstruct the faces of each Mutation as best as they could and had successfully removed the animal hooves from their forelimbs and fitted them with prosthetic human limbs. The facial reconstruction surgery wasn't perfect, but the surgeons had also been able to remove the animal ears, tails, and horns from each Mutation as well. While their faces looked a bit more human, they still bore a lot of surgical scars due to how extensive the damage done to them by Diaz had been. The doctors also weren't able to reverse the genders of the two cow Mutations who had been turned female by Diaz, but they were still able to remove their cow ears, horns, and tails.

Unfortunately, the bad news was that their minds had been so badly shattered both physically, psychologically, and mentally, they were too far gone to be saved. The doctors at the asylum determined through various tests on the five young men that their mindsets had been forever reduced to that of animals due to the extreme torture, abuse, and psychological damage done to them from being surgically altered into hideous Mutations. They couldn't even speak or function like human beings anymore and had to be kept locked up in padded cells due to their insanity.

I felt beyond horrible for these young men. Because of Diaz, they had been robbed of their humanity and their sanity. Whenever the doctors tried to communicate with these young men, they'd simply crawl on their prosthetic limbs and make pig or cow sounds, obviously not understanding a word spoken to them. However, if the doctors asked them if they remembered who they were and how they ended up being caught by Diaz, they'd do something very unexpected. They'd freeze in place and not even move or make a sound for several minutes, then they'd go into a psychotic frenzy, banging their heads on the padded walls of their cell and screaming like banshees.

It had gotten so bad at one point that the doctors had to sedate them, and one of the sex changed men (once one of the cow Mutations) even got out of their cells and had to be tazered by an armed security guard when she attacked one of the nurses with a surgical knife, nearly killing her in the process. However, that wasn't the worst of what the doctors had witnessed the patients do. One of the other patients defecated in his cell and began eating his own poop, making animal sounds as he did it; several doctors ended up sick to their stomachs seeing this.

I knew for a fact that they'd probably never recover from whatever horrors Diaz had put them through, but what was even more heartbreaking was the info I got from Scott about these patients former lives and what they had been before being abducted by Diaz and his men. Two of these five young men had been high school juniors who had families and future careers in sports and the other three had been single college students searching for a date, but when they were abducted by Diaz, they had lost all of their former lives. Their families were now dead, and their minds had been forever broken and reduced to something less than human.

This whole experience has forever changed my perception of humanity, and it changed me as well. I ended up with severe nightmares and I also ended up with PTSD, not nearly as bad as Scott, but it was bad enough to where I needed to intend therapy for over a year. This experience also tought me a very valuable lesson that I'd never forget. There are some very sick men out there who are capable of committing acts of evil that no one truly believed any human being was capable of doing. Diaz was truly a demon walking among us, and I'll always believe that. From what I hear now, that mansion has been stripped of every BDSM toy, animal cage, and every other item that Diaz had kept and is occupied by a happy family; there is no longer any evidence that Diaz had ever been there.

This story is a warning to everyone who uses any dating apps out there in the world. We take so much social media for granted that we never stop and consider the possibilities of just how much danger we may be putting ourselves in when dealing with online friends or dates we've never even met in person. While some of them may be who they claim to be, many other may not, and they could secretly be a very sick minded and evil individual like Diaz. I had to learn this the hard way, and I ended up losing two very important members of my family because of my foolishness, and it's a burden I'll have to bear with for the rest of my life. Be very careful when using Tinder, because someone on that site may very well be a Tinder trap like Diaz; a Tinder trap of doom.

@Copyrighted by Star Butterfly A113/SkyRunner SG-1