Fantastic Views/The computer

The screen lit up, asking for a password. You picked up your grandfather's letter. He had left the password. CaptiveLover69. You typed the letters carefully. The computer chimed, revealing the desktop. You clicked on one of the files. In it were hundreds of photos of young children in various states of torture and rape. You were immediately turned on by the images. Your grandfather really was a dirty bastard. You could feel the excitement building in your chest. Whatever your grandfather had built in this bunker guaranteed that you wouldn't be caught, no matter what you did.

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