stripe, every age, every kink. She didn’t bother going into those sites, since she didn’t expect there’d be much there she hadn’t seen somewhere else along the line.
Then there were the identity fraudsters. They would provide you with a new passport along with all the other government-issued ID you might need. All you needed to do was send in your photo and they’d take care of everything else for a mere 20 bitcoins. You could be a new person almost overnight with a history created out of thin air just for you.
Along the same lines, you could buy 100 valid Visa or MasterCard numbers. Each group cost only 20 bitcoins. They came with a guarantee that they were legitimate and that you could use each one for an average of three days before they were shut down.
There were lots of areas for doing things anonymously. Cindy could have rented a house or a car without anybody knowing her real name, opened a post office box or a bank account. There wasn’t much security a few bitcoins couldn’t buy. The same site could track the exact location of a lost cell phone.
Elsewhere she could find out what sporting events were fixed and bet on the winners.
She could scare the crap out of somebody by sending a SWAT team to their house in the middle of the night.
Cindy giggled at that one. It sounded more like an April Fool’s joke than a serious threat, but she knew if it’d happened to her it would be scary enough.
She hesitated and then clicked on Organ Associates.
It was a site dealing in harvesting human organs. The site was as professionally created as all the others, so there was no hint of bad grammar that might help identify where in the world this was located. The promises on the site just said they’d deliver any organ that was needed within 24 hours.
They also had a network of doctors who would implant the organs to a needy person.
She looked at the prices for hearts (5,000 bitcoins) and livers (4,000 bitcoins), and she just knew in her gut that the donors were simply murder victims. Organ Associates harvested organs by slaughtering innocent people, probably in China or Vietnam or some other place with few human rights.
How many innocent people have been killed because of this site?
What Cindy struggled with was knowing how easy she had become part of the network. She didn’t think to call the police, because she knew it was useless. They scrutinized these sites all day long and had no way to track them. That was the beauty of Tor; there was absolutely no way to track anything. Or anybody.
Nobody could find out what she was doing.
Cindy’s clicking had slowed down as her mind tried to absorb the evil that hid beneath her fingers.
She almost didn’t go any further, but she wanted to know. She’d skimmed the dark depths of DarkNet a couple of days ago but was so shocked she hadn’t really tried to absorb what she was reading. This time she wanted to understand.
Her happiness could be found here, she knew.
She tried to stop herself from going into the Child Emporium, but her fingers clicked the keys. She had to see it.
There, she found the site that had made her feel so badly earlier. She read the home page and bit her tongue. It was a service offering children for men to fuck. The children would be available only in Thailand, but the customer could request that the child be of any nationality he wished, including American. The ad cheerfully offered to find a blonde blue-eyed girl, “Guaranteed to be a virgin!”
The price? Only 50 bitcoins. Less than $6,000 to rape a teenaged runaway. Pre-teens could be found too, of course, for only an extra 20 bitcoins.
She thought of Avril, sleeping in her bed upstairs. Rather than scaring her, the ad re-enforced that she needed to obtain freedom for both of them. They needed to get away from the life they led before Tony really hurt them.
Cindy left the awful site and clicked out to an alleyway. In her mind, the DarkNet was a labyrinth of virtual stores, and
Then there were the identity fraudsters. They would provide you with a new passport along with all the other government-issued ID you might need. All you needed to do was send in your photo and they’d take care of everything else for a mere 20 bitcoins. You could be a new person almost overnight with a history created out of thin air just for you.
Along the same lines, you could buy 100 valid Visa or MasterCard numbers. Each group cost only 20 bitcoins. They came with a guarantee that they were legitimate and that you could use each one for an average of three days before they were shut down.
There were lots of areas for doing things anonymously. Cindy could have rented a house or a car without anybody knowing her real name, opened a post office box or a bank account. There wasn’t much security a few bitcoins couldn’t buy. The same site could track the exact location of a lost cell phone.
Elsewhere she could find out what sporting events were fixed and bet on the winners.
She could scare the crap out of somebody by sending a SWAT team to their house in the middle of the night.
Cindy giggled at that one. It sounded more like an April Fool’s joke than a serious threat, but she knew if it’d happened to her it would be scary enough.
She hesitated and then clicked on Organ Associates.
It was a site dealing in harvesting human organs. The site was as professionally created as all the others, so there was no hint of bad grammar that might help identify where in the world this was located. The promises on the site just said they’d deliver any organ that was needed within 24 hours.
They also had a network of doctors who would implant the organs to a needy person.
She looked at the prices for hearts (5,000 bitcoins) and livers (4,000 bitcoins), and she just knew in her gut that the donors were simply murder victims. Organ Associates harvested organs by slaughtering innocent people, probably in China or Vietnam or some other place with few human rights.
How many innocent people have been killed because of this site?
What Cindy struggled with was knowing how easy she had become part of the network. She didn’t think to call the police, because she knew it was useless. They scrutinized these sites all day long and had no way to track them. That was the beauty of Tor; there was absolutely no way to track anything. Or anybody.
Nobody could find out what she was doing.
Cindy’s clicking had slowed down as her mind tried to absorb the evil that hid beneath her fingers.
She almost didn’t go any further, but she wanted to know. She’d skimmed the dark depths of DarkNet a couple of days ago but was so shocked she hadn’t really tried to absorb what she was reading. This time she wanted to understand.
Her happiness could be found here, she knew.
She tried to stop herself from going into the Child Emporium, but her fingers clicked the keys. She had to see it.
There, she found the site that had made her feel so badly earlier. She read the home page and bit her tongue. It was a service offering children for men to fuck. The children would be available only in Thailand, but the customer could request that the child be of any nationality he wished, including American. The ad cheerfully offered to find a blonde blue-eyed girl, “Guaranteed to be a virgin!”
The price? Only 50 bitcoins. Less than $6,000 to rape a teenaged runaway. Pre-teens could be found too, of course, for only an extra 20 bitcoins.
She thought of Avril, sleeping in her bed upstairs. Rather than scaring her, the ad re-enforced that she needed to obtain freedom for both of them. They needed to get away from the life they led before Tony really hurt them.
Cindy left the awful site and clicked out to an alleyway. In her mind, the DarkNet was a labyrinth of virtual stores, and
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