Paternal Bonds Shattered

Disclaimer: Do I need to say it? I don't own iCarly

A/N:

Chapter 31 (Snowball Effect Begins)

The creator of the pornographic site sat in his kitchen, eating a meal he had prepared for himself. He had started the site with Jake in college as a research project, they hadn't intended for it to become a porn site, so videos weren't actually uploaded that often. It made it easy to regulate. They only let a few in, it was almost exclusive. He actually had a pretty good career in business and marketing, so he didn't spend a lot of time on his computer.

He took a bite of his dumplings when his cell phone, seated next to his plate, began buzzing. Raising his eyebrows, he lifted the phone up and sighed. Someone just posted a video onto the site. He walked to the living room, grabbed his laptop and carried it back to the kitchen. He carefully set it on the table and turned it on while taking a bite of the pork chops. He looked to the computer and waited for it to start up. "Come on, stupid computer, I don't have all day."

Finally it was ready for use. He opened his browser and clicked to his site. After about five minutes, he logged in and clicked the video, ready to see what it was. His eyes narrowed as he saw a familiar face, the girl looked like the old iCarly star, Sam. "Really? Tell me she's not honestly into porn…" Then again, hadn't she been kidnapped? She didn't look like she even knew she was being taped. Not only that, but this man was being really rough. Now he had to look closely, because a lot of 'rape fantasies' were usually uploaded, but there was always something to tell the difference between the fake ones and the real ones.

That difference came swiftly, as Sam started crying and asking her own dad why he was doing this to her. The man became sick and gagged, feeling like he was about to lose that meal he had just eaten. He quickly stopped the video and started hurrying to block the video. He was going to delete it, but something made him stop. This girl had been abducted ten years ago and the criminals were sloppy enough to upload a video of her online. She could be found! She could be saved! Not only that, but didn't Jake know her? He grabbed his phone and dialed Jake's number. "Hey Jake, I have something to tell you, but I don't think you're going to like it." Jake yawned, it was clear he was still asleep. The man sighed and rolled his eyes, Jake was often a slacker. "Get up and get to the site, quickly!"

"I don't want to watch anything right now," Jake muttered as he slowly sat up.

"You're going to need to see this." Jake frowned and gave in, getting out of his bed and moving to the computer.

"What are you going to show me?" He logged into the website and frowned as he clicked the admin button. When was this site going to be shut down? It wasn't so much that he wanted it to be, but he was surprised that it made it this far. "I'm not even awake enough."

"Oh this is going to wake you up…I'm sorry man…"

"Okay…" That was a bit suspicious, but he didn't care at the moment. He clicked the video, which had been blocked to the point where only certain people could access it. Only the two creators could see it, but if the cyber police wanted to come in, they could also catch it. His eyes widened as the video started to begin. "Sam? Sam Puckett? What the…" His eyes widened even more as she started screaming, begging her father to stop. "N-No…it can't…"

"It's her, the criminals uploaded a video of her after all these years." Jake quickly stopped the video and looked away, closing his eyes. He never wanted to see something like that. How could mankind be so evil? This video was too sickening for him. He almost wished he ate something so the urge to puke would actually cause him to vomit. He had that sickening feeling, obviously. "What are you going to do?"

"We could report it, but the site might get shut down permanently." The creator nodded, acknowledging that the site had probably run its course after all this time. They didn't need it up anymore, so if the police wanted to shut it down, then they wouldn't care. "I have to tell them. Freddie needs to know this, because that man is his editor now. He thinks Hector's clean…"

"Okay man, but only we can access it. I am not letting this video be seen on this site." Jake nodded his head as he hung up the phone and stared at the computer screen. He was starting to turn green, the ill feeling rising in his stomach. This video was bound to throw Freddie into action, he knew it. He slowly dialed the number to Ms. Benson, she was the officer in charge of closing sites like these. This was something the police department could use in furthering their investigation on Sam's kidnapping. Judging by the time on the video, she was still alive.

"Hello Jake," Della said with a frown as she answered her phone. She wasn't exactly fond of him, not appreciating the fact that Freddie had a pervert for a friend. It wasn't her place to criticize her son's friends, though, so she never said anything.

Minutes later, Della was rushing through her office building. She found Amy and Spencer talking in an office room. She shut the door and the two looked curiously at her. Della looked pale, sick beyond all measure. "Amy, I'm sorry, you're going to hate me for this. You need to see this, though…"

"What is it?" Amy asked as she raised her eyebrow. Della pulled her laptop from her pack and set it on the desk as Spencer and Amy surrounded her. They were wondering what had Ms. Benson going crazy like this. When her computer started up, Spencer raised his eyebrows. It was clear that she was on a pornographic site.

"Why are you on there?" Spencer asked while crossing his arms. He knew Della wasn't the type to browse. Maybe someone reported something. "Did someone report another video?"

"Yes…" Della closed her eyes and started the video up again. Amy gasped and cupped her hand over her mouth. Tears started to drip from her eyes, she couldn't believe she was seeing her daughter. "It's five months old, Sam is…still alive…"

"I can't believe this!" Amy cried while taking a step back. This was not only proof that Sam was alive, but proof that Hector was responsible for her daughter's abduction. "He's had her…all this time…turn it off! Now!" Della nodded and turned off the video as Amy placed her hand to her chest. Her heart was racing. How could Hector do this to her? How could he do it to her daughter? She had begun to suspect him earlier, but now it was cemented for her. "I…I let her go. I handed him off to her!"

"No, don't start blaming yourself," Spencer said as Amy closed her eyes. Anger, guilt, sadness, hate, these were just a few of the emotions that were starting to swirl about inside of her. Hector was dead to her now. All this time and he had been sending her letters, saying how sorry he was and telling her to never give up hope. He had given her that hope! Now, in just seconds, it had been shattered.

"That…that…bastard! How dare he put his hands on my daughter!" Della closed her eyes and sighed, knowing what was next. She needed to tell Freddie. Freddie actually worked with the police department sometimes, there were occasions when he would go and fetch a criminal for them. He wanted to find Sam so badly, then if he saw this, he would want to go search out Hector. The man would probably end up dead at his hands, though. Spencer stared at the computer and growled, he too was filling up with rage.

"Wait until I get my hands on him," Spencer said under his breath.

"What would you do?"

"Legally, I can't do anything but prosecute him, but I can put him to death." If he could only prosecute Hector, he could probably convince a jury to convict him and put him to death. It would be the greatest trial of the decade, and also the shortest, if he got to dip his hands into the trial. "Hector Puckett, sentenced to death by lethal injection, I can see it now…" Hector deserved so much more than lethal injection, but there weren't many execution methods that were sanctioned anymore. True, he did wonder about the days when criminals were executed on the spot. Those days ended in the late eighteen hundreds, only because there were activists stupid enough to say it was cruel and unusual. How the hell could a serial killer, a murderer, a rapist, get off scot free or not executed for it being cruel and unusual, when their crimes were even crueler!

"I will have to tell Freddie," Della said as she closed her laptop. She knew it was going to make him search Hector out. Hell, Freddie knew where he sent the manuscripts to. If anything, the old woman there might be willing to help him out.

And there you go, the reactions, it all begins.