Congratulations to the handful of people who found the first private chapter. Just so you know there will be a private chapter between each of these "video" chapters and I will always post a private chapter right after posting a video chapter - so when you see one of these chapters up always remember to go back to the summary page and look for the next chapter too!
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Ah, First video. Of course the first person I met—Sammy. This video was dated 2009, so a four years ago now. I still don’t know when Sammy was picked up, it may have been shortly after this video or it may have been more recently. Four years in that place seems like a long time, so I think this video is old, and when I say old I mean well before the Witch picked her up.
This video, like all the videos I have is on a massive hard drive. I was able to grab three of these hard drives from the Witch during my escape, each with somewhere between five and ten terabytes of data. This particular video just looked old. It’s recorded on what appears to be some cheap pocket camera with plenty of pixilation. The video started pointing at some ceiling, I can see a popcorn roof and a slowly rotating fan before the camera swings violently and lands flat on a desk. The camera is now aimed at someone’s poke-a-dot chest, some sort of dress. The mass of poke-a-dots swings down and a young face appeared in front of the screen, Sammy from four years ago. She looked happy. She had a bright smile and her hair was in two pony tails.
She kept her face close to the camera and said in a bouncy voice, “Hi Boy’s! Jack, Joe, Daniel, Kevin. Miss you! Just want to give you guys an update and show off my new dress. Look at it—don’t you just love poke-a-dots? I think it was a steal, five dollars at the thrift store!”
She pulled away a bit and backed up until most her body was in the picture. To one side she had a messy bed and to the right side she had a dresser with a few of the drawers open and some of her clothes hanging out. She did a light spin, allowing the end of the dress which was just past her knees float up gently in the air. “You boy’s don’t know what you’re missing and I know you just love these videos. So, I’m just planning on going out tonight in this dress, maybe a movie—maybe text me if any of you are interested!”
She smiled and bent over to get her face closer to the camera. “I love your dedication! And I hope to see you on the next dress-show-off video! The next one is fabulous!” She backed away and again and twisted her body around to show off more parts of the dress, letting the camera get good long shots on the frills part-way down her arms and the V-neck trim which allowed the top part of her breasts to be seen near the middle—they weren’t big, but she tried hard to make them look bigger on the camera.
She kept quiet for some time just watching the camera before moved up close to the camera and grabbed it, turning it towards her unmade bed. She then lifted a leg up onto the bed and teased, “This is for the ones that stayed tuned to the end!” She ran her fingers up her elevated leg, pulling the dress up with it. Soon she was all the way up her leg and a small bit of her pink underwear was visible on the camera.
Then she moved her hand and the dress fell back down. “Bye guys!” She reached for the camera and it turned off.
The video was only black for a second before it was turned back on. The camera was shaky but it was pointed at Sammy. She was in the center of the room with that exact same dress on. But she was strapped to a wooden X, her legs and arms bound by black Velcro. She was covered in dirt and by the sight of her red cheeks she’d been crying. That pink underwear seen in the previous video was cut and its remains were hanging off one of her legs. She had red lines across her arms and legs, whip marks, and her head was looking at the ground. In the background there were chuckling boys and some voice kept echoing from far away “Look at you, look at you now…”
The dress was torn and ripped with even cuts that could have come from scissors and there were even a few burn marks on its frilly ends. The top part of the dress and her hair was wet, like she’d had water thrown at her and her makeup had run part-way down her face.
The camera flickered black again and reappeared with her face and part of her arm. The scene was back in her room—she was bubbly and happy again and in some sort of different dress. “Hello boys!” She said as the camera focused on her face. She had red lipstick on this time and a lot more makeup. “Time to showcase another dress! Look at this one, I found this red beauty in the mall. Very pricey. And look,” she moved up a bit causing the camera to go out of focus on her neck and fumbled around for a bit before pulling something out. A white tag filled the video and it took a moment for the camera to clear up enough see it, a price tag, 189.99 for the dress. “I still have the price tag attached; going to return this one after the video, but it was so adorable I had to try it on for all of you first!”
She backed away; this dress had no arms and was strapless. It was tight on her breasts and stomach but loosened up at about her hips, turning into a wavy mass of fabric that went all the way down to her ankles. The waves were mixed with pinks and whites and they rolled as she moved around in it.
Sammy rocked back and forth in the dress admiring the red ocean effect it created, “I simply love this dress, but it’s just so darn expensive and that price, it was half off! Crazy huh for clothes? I think this dress makes me look real good!” she said as she rubbed her hands against her smooth stomach, letting the camera see her red nails that she obviously did for the video. “And these waves! When I saw pink I knew I had to have it, at least for you boys!” She bounced a bit more with the camera rolling and turned around to show the back where all the fabric merged into one point in the center.
She turned back around stepped up to the camera to get her face into it. “Anyways, that’s all for today, now I’m going to go back and return this dress, pity I can’t keep it!” She frowned and held the pose for a moment before the video went blank.
Once again it wasn’t black for long. A new scene, the camera was trained on her; she was face-first in some sort of muddy grass. Mud covered that red dress and there were what looked like boot prints on her back from when whoever was standing over her filming had stepped on her.
The dress was pulled all the way up and most of its waves were bundled up around her hips, exposing her rear and thong to the film above. Both of her butt cheeks were deep red as if she’d been hit with a paddle repeatedly and covered with droplets, rain from above. The camera couldn’t see her face this time but her hair was filled with mud thicker than it naturally could be by rolling in it—like someone intentionally piled it in her hair.
This time there were no voices from the boys as the camera spun around her several times. She didn’t move from her pose in the mud the entire time before the cameraman finally decided he had enough and the video turned off.
Again the video was on, she was already away from the camera this time and with a bright pink frilly dress that looked like something out of a fairytale. I paused the video and the total timer came up, I was three minutes forty-three seconds into a three hour video. I hit fast forward, it was the same thing over and over again. First it was her showing off some dress, always talking to these boys and the next scene was always her in some humiliating pose with the dress from the previous video being torn, destroyed, and her body exposed to whoever was filming the video.
But time and time again there was some sort of respect to these videos. Her private parts were never shown in the videos and it didn’t look like she was raped or sexually abused. This just seemed like a bunch of boys with a weird fetish of beating a girl and destroying their clothes. Sammy seemed to play the part perfectly, allowing these boys to humiliate her and beat her over and over and always show their work in a “wrap up” video.
But the videos and the resulting scenes did slowly become more elaborate, her videos of herself became crisper and more complicated. She’d be seen walking around some city or film herself eating dinner, she’d had video effects, fade in-and-outs, an intro and an outro, her later videos would have many scenes and many different angels. She’d do the videos outside of her room and in abstract places.
The abuse videos also followed this more refined trend, they’d also have many more scenes and angels and the abuse done to her grew more elaborate—hanging from the bottom of a bridge, tied upside down over spikes, or beaten in the middle of a circle of dozens of onlookers. I stopped, I wasn’t going to watch the entire video, it’s just too long and there were too many scenes…