GirlHouse Page #4

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pretty sure I'm watching

a girl being murdered online.

- Where is she?

- I don't know! Um...

- Is she in Charlotte?

- I have no f***ing clue!

I'm pretty sure she's

somewhere in the state.

Well, if you don't know where she is,

how am I supposed to help her?

Sir? Sir?

That's it. That's it.

Why?

- He's putting on a show.

- I can't get a hold of Kylie.

- Did you call the cops?

- They can't do anything.

- What do you mean...

- We don't know where

the house is. It could be f***ing anywhere,

man. Did Kylie ever tell you? Dude...

No, no, NO!

DON'T, DON'T, DON'T!

- Ugh... - This is insane.

Dude, there has to be

- some way to find them.

- From a live video broadcast?

What about the website, okay?

It has to be registered, or...

Girlhouse prides itself on its

impenetrability, man. Trust me.

- I've snooped around.

- Well...

Okay, we know they're in Carolina, right?

Kylie goes to Selby in Milton,

- so it can't be far from there.

- That really narrows it down.

F***ing call the cops again,

man! Do something! See what

they have on the website, all

right? Business records,

licences, tax receipts, anything. And

then I need you to hop onto that computer

and work your magic. You're a

friggin' CompSci major, dig into

your bag of wizardry and then

hack the f*** into that site.

- Well what are you going to do?

- I'm gonna drive to Milton.

- Hopefully you'll have an address for me

by the time I get there. - That'll take

- an hour and a half!

- I'll be there in 45 minutes.

Don't let me down, okay?

Kylie's life may depend on this.

No pressure, right?

I'm so... Please...

MOM...

Oof..

- Damn!

- Close one.

: Are you married?

Happily?

: Who is happily

married nowadays?

Stop it, I'm trying to watch.

Come on, you buy this crap?

It's called love, dumbass.

Believe it or not, some people

still want that.

Please, there are far too many

distractions nowadays.

Porn sites, the dating

sites, cheating sites...

You really think if this guy

had Girlhouse

he'd have acted this way?

He'd be too busy watching you.

Okay, 20 minutes,

then we can f***.

Stop it.

Stop it, I wanna

watch the movie.

Sorry, 20 minutes is too long.

Yeah...

Yes, baby! Oh, again!

Yes! Huh!

Oh, yeah!

Bro, are you serious?

You wanna watch, log on

like everyone else.

Jesus!

Take it easy, guys.

F***! That's enough.

No, no, no!

Don't go in there,

don't go in there, turn around!

AHH!

NO! AHH!

Okay, I think that's enough

for me. I'm gonna rinse off

and head upstairs before I pass

out. You wanna come?

In a minute.

Okay, suit yourself.

Oh f***!

Hello?

- Yo, anything?

- Not yet.

- Come on!

- I'm trying!

Yeah, well try harder!

Help! Anyone? I'm stuck!

Help! Anyone?

Kat! Anyone?

I'm stuck!

Help!

KAT!

Ah... Ah...

Come on, come on, come on...

- Yo, anything?

- Dude, she knows.

Sh*t. Okay, uh, I'm almost at Selby;

You got anything for me yet?

- Negative. - Then try

something else, man, COME ON!

Okay...

She's alive.

Hi, do you know Kylie Atkins?

Do you know Kylie Atkins? No...

Do you know Kylie Atkins?

I know Kylie Atkins.

- Jesus Christ!

- She never said where this place is?

No, they keep it secret

for security reasons.

- Ah. Genius.

- Did you call the police?

- Of course.

- The Milton police?

- Mm! Mm...

- Shh.

- Argh!

- Mm!

Sh*t! There he is.

Help me move this.

Ahh!

Stop! Stop! Oh...

I thought you... were nice.

- Loverboy?

- Ahh...

No...

- Stop!

- HEY!

- Okay, come on!

- No, wait! Not without Devon.

Kylie, we have to

get out of here.

- You go. Call the cops.

- Okay.

Oh, my God! Big Mike!

Thank God you're here!

There's somebody inside that's

killing everybody!

- What?

- We have to get out of here.

Calm down. What guy?

Where is he?

Huh? No, no, no, no.

No, no, please, please, don't!

Please don't kill me! Please!

Please, please... AHH!

- We found it.

- You did?

- They found it. Where?

- I'm not at liberty to say,

but it's a property registered to Gary

Preston, owner and operator of Girlhouse.

No, no, you need to tell me.

My girlfriend is in there.

We have units on the way, they

should be there any minute.

No, come on, okay!

You've gotta tell me!

Sir, you can come to the

police station

and wait for her here.

- Devon, Devon. - It's me, Kylie.

Oh, God... Oh, God. Okay.

- Hold on... - Please, please...

- Oh, God. Sweetie, sweetie,

- we gotta get you out of here.

- No... Please kill me.

What? No. No, no, no.

I can't live looking like this.

We gotta go.

We gotta go right now.

Please. He's coming.

- Devon!

- Save yourself!

Okay, stay here, okay?

I'll be right back with help.

Stay here.

Oh, Jesus!

Where the hell are the cops?

- Where are they?

- They're there.

Uh, no, they're not, I'm

looking at the house right now.

Go, go, go!

All clear!

- How about you?

- We're going to need an M.E.

- Yeah?

- I got it.

- You're kidding! Where?

- I just texted you the address, man.

- How'd you do it?

- I wasn't able to hack into

Girlhouse at all, so I tried their ISP

instead. I got in to the Centuricast grid

for Davidson County and found

this secluded mansion

out in the sticks with a huge

bandwidth trail going there.

That's genius, man! Okay, call

the Milton Police and tell them,

because unlike me, they don't

have Einstein on their team.

Just hurry, dude.

She's the only one left.

AHH!

What the hell's she doing?

Urgh!

Urgh! Urgh!

I am never going to

another porn site again.

Not... nice...

...And I am definitely going

to need therapy.

- No cameras... No... - What did you say?

- Please no cameras.

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