On neixen les ombres

Alex's body is shrunken in front of the screen. His face has turned into a mask of reddened eyes that cook for a while that makes him not blink. He is amazed and, above all, sorry to have sneaked into that website. His stomach swells and he has some basques that he barely manages to repress. Never in his life would he have imagined the atrocious images that follow one another before his eyes, locked in the computer screen and under a background sound of inhuman noises that almost twist the small speakers of the computer. Suddenly, a blackout leaves the house in the dark...