Sylvanna Devlin

I wrote about a dark web in my science fiction I was focusing on. I was inspired by an article from wired about a network of hidden sites full of things associated with the black market. Which these days means less than savory services and bulletin boards with a popular target.

I was asked not to bring up the 2009 (around) article. I don’t remember by who but I was going to be annihilated if I do.

Well I’m trapped by every arsehole doing everything they can to utterly destroy me, my reputation, and my family.

My sister has already been killed because of an exchange there. So fuck you. You already are doing it. I have nothing left to lose you haven’t already promised to take.

Oh I believe you.

Yes indeedy I do.

Ps

The issue I’m having now is my current digital stalker is an “employee”. Not clever enough to gain access any other way than being given it.

And it’s a thorn in her side.

And she has directly commented on jealousy of me.

TSK TSK

Little personal don’t you think?

She’s exposed every attack of the dark web – a spindly shadowy spaghetti monster in the visual side. And while there may be more she’s plotting my cats death so I just have to do my best to keep her alive till I get violent and commit suicide.

It’s not a threat.

It’s fucking biological.

I know law enforcement is curious about the heads of the hydra. But the employee and and employer are killing me.