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Just before we walked into the communal lounge I shrugged Chad’s Arm off me “I don’t want the others overthinking things. I just want to keep things between us until I am ready for more. “No problem” He grinned at me “Plain old buddies it is” As soon as I walked in I saw everyone hovering around Steve’s laptop and on the screen was girls who looked like they had been drugged, dressed in just their underwear. “What the hell is that?” I growled “This is the site that they are using to sell the girls. This is the link I found for the dark web” Steve looked up at me and I could see the pain in his eyes. “Have I received my invite to this party yet?”

"Yes, we'll tell you everything we know. Just spare us, please!!!" Ezekiel smirked coldly at the pair of cowards, " And all it took was just a bit of brutal force. Speak!!" " It's a deadly aphrodisiac, codenamed 'Tears of eros'. It's found on the dark web........and currently......it doesn't have an antidote.", the other thug stuttered. Zeke gave a wry chuckle, "Well....well, such a pleasant surprise -", that the same drug he'd been searching for would be circulating in his domain, without his notice.

Marion pressed. "I killed them all," Drake said. "It's illegal, and I don't leave loose ends. If I can't profit off it, no one else will." Debra stepped in. "But it's on the Illuminati's dark web for sale. You say it's fake?" Drake glanced at her. "Gotta be fake. Or you could bring me a bag to check." "You want me to swipe one for you?" Debra snorted. "Just open your mouth and ask, huh?"

"Moonflower essence, dragon's blood resin, silver sage. That's a revealing potion recipe. Illegal in most territories." He leaned closer, studying my face. "Why does Frostveil's Alpha need ingredients for exposing hidden magical signatures? Who are you trying to reveal?" "That's my business," I said coldly. The trader shrugged. "Your funeral. Just making conversation." He pulled out a small leather case from inside his cloak, opened it to show vials and wrapped bundles. "Moonflower essence is the easiest, expensive but available through proper channels if you know who to ask. I can get you that by tomorrow."

Dark web calls you ‘The Ghost Star. I turned it off, crushed it under my shoe, ground it into the dirt. The driver honked. I got on, ticket checked, seat 14A by the window. The border faded, river shining under weak sun. Three days later, in a quiet Montréal library, I opened the USB. 47 terabytes. Thousands of lives—models, escorts, runaways, heirs, powerful kids. Dates, places, buyers, secret talks. Mine was just one. I uploaded 10GB to a hidden dark-web site—no name, no trace. Then more. Then all of it. By night, sites crashed, people shouted online, police got alerts. Carter company stock fell 8% after trading closed. #SilkenCommands was everywhere on X.

This was the part she particularly enjoyed. “Then we found the real market for our baby,” she said. “Stuff the hospitals. Forget the ministries. Look for patients, and especially for their families. You have to target desperate people who no longer believe in official channels. You target your customer base via dark-web medical forums, invitation-only. That is where hope moves fast, and money change hands even faster.” “Elky, remember when you asked me where I disappear at night to ‘do business’?” she added, glancing at him. “This where I went.”

Everything would not happen in the first place if I did not plan this all. I hate myself for using her and taking advantage of her kindness. I think it will be better if I will go back to the City. I don't want to hurt her more. While I was waiting for Kiera I took my phone and took a picture of the purple liquid inside the tiny bottle and tried to search it online. After browsing the web for some minutes, I saw a picture identical to this. 'wolfsbane potion' This is the first time I heard this I am not familiar with the name. I click the picture and the description pops up.

I winced when Ingrid made another cut in my abdomen and the deadly Wolfsbane trickled down like a silver stream out of my flat stomach. “I will personally torture those fucking hooligans for dealing with such stuff,” Dy cursed angrily as he watched Ingrid prepare another patch to remove the silvery poison. “Cool down, Dad. We will clean up this drug dealing business soon,” I assured him. “The problem is magnifying with each passing day, princess. If cocaine and marijuana were not enough then Wolfsbane in quantities limited to 0.001 mg and lower have started doing the rounds in the public domain of the supernatural world,” Dy worriedly said.

Then slowly, white text appeared, like a shopping list at a supermarket. A dark web site. Alexandro scrolled down. I saw photos. Photos of people I didn't recognize. Men, women, young, old. All displayed there, with price tags beneath them. Hearts, kidneys, livers, eyes, all for sale, all with price labels. "Ale, I don't want to see this..." "You need to see it." He scrolled further, past dozens of photos and dozens of price tags, then he stopped. That photo was of me. "No," I said.

Neval said, voice thick with rage, “I was being experimented on. The witches formulated potions to sell in the black market. I went berserk when I took the one they were working on.” “What kind of potion?” Liliana stepped closer, eyes sharp. “And don’t hide anything from me. Just because I’m eight years old doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be able to kill you.” The information was valuable. She wasn’t letting this slip by. “Berserker potions,” Neval confessed. “A client asked them to make one. They’re buying everything they can produce in two days. Delivery on the third day.” Liliana’s eyes darkened. It was obvious who the client was.