She was an attractive girl you could spot in any town. Most people would look and see a harmless soul, but one man saw something else. He pictured her on the street corner, tears streaming, and felt a twisted thrill.
He was unaware of how far his sadistic urges had stretched. He started to shadow her, hunting for any sign that would confirm the image of a promiscuous woman. He needed proof.
Then a single DVD appeared in his mailbox.
The disc contained footage from a clandestine party at an affluent estate, where grown‑ups preyed on a young girl. The girl was named Sayaka. The acts were far more brutal than anything he had ever witnessed.
A few days later, the sender of the disc sent a message. "I know who you are. I need an amateur with your kind of twisted taste for a lesson." A substance was supplied, the same drug used during the filming. Sayaka craved it; she existed to savor it. Her craving drove her to beg and plead...
The hunger that had soaked his sadistic heart now turned toward her. His obsession grew, and he plotted the next encounter with cold precision.
