Quinn was a reddit user who frequented the… darker side of the website. Not /r/shortscarystories or /r/nosleep; no, it was the genuinely sick stuff he liked. Pictures of corpses.
Sexualized violence. Things that only the most pathetic, disturbed individuals could take a perverted amusement in.
Imagine his joy when he found an album of alleged crime scene photos that someone had collected from their job over the years: close-ups of violent murders,
the aftermath of a car collision between families, suicides. Some bodies were so mutilated that he struggled to derive pleasure from identifying them as a dead human being.
He never stopped trying, though.
Notice how I said they were “alleged” crime scene photos? All I did was take some fairly innocent pictures from Google and Photoshop the shit out of them.
I made them progressively more extreme to test just how depraved Quinn was.
He passed every test, unfortunately.
Notice how I said he “was” a reddit user? That came to an end when the bastard glorified his final photo.
Quinn died doing what he loved: staring at his computer screen, transfixed by a bloody mess. Except that bloody mess was sitting in an identical room to his, in an identical chair.
I’d obtained a picture of his room and altered it so he could see his own corpse at the computer, which showed the same scene, and on and on as small as I could make it.
I slit his throat as he gazed at the infinite pattern of spilled blood on the screen, finally merging his electronic fantasies with his reality.
That’ll teach him to downvote all my comments.