I once wrote a novel. One of the sickest kinds.Far away, hidden in the countryside, stood an old farmhouse. Far from prying eyes, inhabited by darkened, troubled people, people of a different species, people of a closed group. The farm was completely closed off. No windows, just a steel door. 9 strict disciples of perhaps one of the most extreme Red Rooms on the Dark Web... "Auto-Cannibal Unlimited ". A twisted Red Room in the deepest recesses of Darkweb. There are people who use a Webcam to watch the 9 Auto Cannibalism freaks to see how things are going with the people who are visible online visibly eating oneself. Viewers can give orders about which part of their body they have to eat. they're lying on clearly visible black beds. All nine are about the same far stadium, with two-thirds of their bodies already eaten l living carcasses with the remaining meat, organs and any gnawed bones. 214 He's in the worst shape. He also has the most viewers. He's already cooked and eaten almost all of his own two feet. Only his two feet still have some blackened remnants of rotting flesh. The same with his hands. His arms completely eaten away. Onlythe.remains of chest, his flesh-free organs, and his head, where 214 have devoured his ears, nose, and lips, remain. His goal pushed beyond the limit. The darkened farmhouse. The door that stands open... Nothing good awaits inside... Three backpackers walk in. Horror in the living remains of gnawed people. Puking. Sick as hell. Soon the police and an army of cameras arrive. Everyone who saw the live footage is sickened by it... Just one man. A loyal viewer of the Red Room. Saw it as his duty to keep all this sick stuff going... A calf and a tattooed upper arm have already been eaten.... (Not the end)