" 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 "
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A man/woman struggles daily to survive, caught in a cycle of frustration and hardship. They despise the idea of a typical 9 to 5, either because they find the routine stifling or because their difficult attitude prevents them from holding down a job. Their life is a constant battle, barely making ends meet, overwhelmed by what other people handle effortlessly.
One night, out of curiosity or desperation, they stumble upon the dark web. Suddenly, they’re confronted with a hidden world full of dangerous opportunities; local contacts seeking someone to sell their illegal goods, or anonymous bidders willing to pay thousands to watch live gore and violence. They observe without shock or disgust, their emotions dulled by the darkness they’re witnessing. Nothing truly interests or repulses them; they remain detached, simply observing the possibilities.
Their fleeting curiosity is interrupted when they receive a 30 day eviction notice. Panic sets in. Desperate to pay their rent, they try to find quick work, applying here and there, jumping from one short term gig to another. But their attitude or inability to conform makes it impossible to keep a job. As the days slip away, their options dwindle. They’re running out of ideas and time, with homelessness looming just around the corner.
In their desperation, they recall the dark web’s promise of easy money, the illicit opportunities they glimpsed before. With no other options left, they indulged.
2 months in, they have customers coming to the alley just a few blocks away from their house to buy the drugs they're supplied. They're shipped the illegal substances, sending half their profit to the shipper every week. The man/woman even indulged in going live as they beat a person to death for attempting to rob them. It was a quick 200,000, and they liked the thrill. Day by day they get pulled deeper into the dark web.
Out of all their customers, there's one they see almost everyday, a slightly younger man/woman. The younger person often struggles to come up with enough money for the drugs they buy, but desperation helps them find a way to get it. Whether it be selling their body, or street gambling. Their addiction was obvious as they were often sick and shaky when coming to the alley. They were often a bit nervous around their talkative dealer. After some time, the dealer notices the addict's homelessness and offers them a way to get easy money.
One night, out of curiosity or desperation, they stumble upon the dark web. Suddenly, they’re confronted with a hidden world full of dangerous opportunities; local contacts seeking someone to sell their illegal goods, or anonymous bidders willing to pay thousands to watch live gore and violence. They observe without shock or disgust, their emotions dulled by the darkness they’re witnessing. Nothing truly interests or repulses them; they remain detached, simply observing the possibilities.
Their fleeting curiosity is interrupted when they receive a 30 day eviction notice. Panic sets in. Desperate to pay their rent, they try to find quick work, applying here and there, jumping from one short term gig to another. But their attitude or inability to conform makes it impossible to keep a job. As the days slip away, their options dwindle. They’re running out of ideas and time, with homelessness looming just around the corner.
In their desperation, they recall the dark web’s promise of easy money, the illicit opportunities they glimpsed before. With no other options left, they indulged.
2 months in, they have customers coming to the alley just a few blocks away from their house to buy the drugs they're supplied. They're shipped the illegal substances, sending half their profit to the shipper every week. The man/woman even indulged in going live as they beat a person to death for attempting to rob them. It was a quick 200,000, and they liked the thrill. Day by day they get pulled deeper into the dark web.
Out of all their customers, there's one they see almost everyday, a slightly younger man/woman. The younger person often struggles to come up with enough money for the drugs they buy, but desperation helps them find a way to get it. Whether it be selling their body, or street gambling. Their addiction was obvious as they were often sick and shaky when coming to the alley. They were often a bit nervous around their talkative dealer. After some time, the dealer notices the addict's homelessness and offers them a way to get easy money.
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Pretty much I want the plot to progress with the dealer's acts becoming more unhinged, all for the money. The addict is more reluctant and scared to do such things, but the dealer promises them money and drugs. At some point the addict becomes attached to their dealer, associating their need for the drugs they supply to a need for them. They become willing to do anything to please the dealer and the dealer takes advantage of that.
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