vamos lá, uhuh, não corra para mim, não
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tipo de [ __ ] Eu sou antes de você chegar aqui
não brinque uh-uh relaxe nas últimas 24
horas O caso de P Diddy só conseguiu
pior e sua pena de morte está ficando
cada vez mais perto o agente especial John R
Whitaker do FBI acaba de vazar 10
áudios onde P Diddy confessa a todos
os crimes sem saber em cada um
áudio os comentários do rapper em um diferente
crime e foi porque seu telefone estava
aproveitou que o FBI conseguiu construir o
acusações e colocá-lo atrás das grades
neste vídeo mostraremos a vocês os 10
Áudios em detalhes e você verá que
Diddy confessa involuntariamente
crimes que você estará completamente
chocado com tamanha crueldade Whitaker a
Veterano de 15 anos do FBI confessa
que ele nunca viu tamanha crueldade em todos os lugares
seus anos na aplicação da lei ele diz que não
mesmo nos assassinos em série mais famosos
eu vi tanto mal felizmente devido a um
dica anônima começamos a tocar no Diddy's
celular meses atrás e hoje podemos
esteja aqui os primeiros meses de escuta
revelou apenas o comum
conversas negócios festas infladas
egos, mas então uma noite uma ligação foi atendida
por acidente mudou tudo e
confissão inesperada quase casual de que
abriria as portas para o rapper
Segredos mais obscuros que não consegui guardar
eu mesmo mais o que eu ouvi o que todos vocês
vai ouvir vai mudar tudo você
pense sobre poder Fama e Humanidade você
tem o direito de ouvir vamos lá isso
é o primeiro áudio vazado que você conhece em
vida sempre tem alguém que vai
além dos limites sempre tem alguém
que sorri para você um dia e no outro
tenta tirar tudo o que você construiu
Eu não tolero isso, eu nunca tolerei
na minha casa em Beverly Hills tem
um lugar que ninguém conhece lá no fundo
o porão atrás de uma parede falsa de
por fora parece apenas um
armazém comum, mas se você souber onde
to press the wall slides like magic
inside you find what I call the room it
is completely soundproof no matter what
happens inside no matter how loud
someone screams no one will hear this
was a requirement of mine when they
built it I spent a fortune to guarantee
this the best Engineers they didn't ask
questions that's what I like
professionals at first I just used the
space to store things you know things I
didn't want anyone to see but one day
someone crossed the line a guy I trusted
he stole from me betrayed me I remember
looking into his eyes as he explained
himself full of apologies I smiled
nodded and said everything was fine and
so that same night I took him there he
had no idea he said he wanted to show
something a new idea a project he even
seemed excited as soon as the door
closed I saw in his eyes that he noticed
it was at that moment that he understood
what he had done and you know what's
funny he didn't even try to run he stood
there shaking like a child I didn't need
to scream I didn't have to do anything
but look at him and say no one can hear
the screams in here and it was true no
matter what happened inside the world
outside remained the same people lived
their lives they laughed they cried they
did their business and he well he never
left that room after that I learned
something sometimes you don't need to
seek revenge you just need a place where
the world can't hear you where you can
solve your problems the way you want
today that room is just another tool in
my Arsenal it's not personal it's just
necessary when I first heard this audio
my skin froze it wasn't just what he
said it was the way he said it no
emotion No Remorse just a man explaining
something he believed to be normal but
what he called a necessary tool I could
only call it a CH chamber of Horrors and
knowing that this place could still
exist that that kept me up at night but
that's not even close to the other
leaked audio listen to the next audio
you know what I always found fascinating
how people react when they feel lost
when they don't know what's coming when
every step seems like the last it's in
these moments that you see their true
selves not the masks not what they show
to others but who they really are that's
why I created the maze not everyone
understands the art of fear
but me I understand this place is in one
of my old mansions in Florida one that
no one uses anymore down there deep
below the basement I had an entire
system of tunnels excavated an architect
friend of mine designed everything he
thought he was building something for a
show or an immersive experience you know
but I had other plans it's more than a
maze it's a game a test and you know the
best of all there are cameras in every
corner recording everything not just the
image but the sound too every sigh every
step every scream all captured in a high
definition I called it my personal
Cinema the process is simple the person
enters or is placed inside depending on
the situation they don't know where they
are or how they got there the lights are
dim just enough to see the surrounding
walls some doors lead to dead ends
others lead to to traps most just take
you deeper the first thing they do they
scream for help they always scream and I
just watch sitting comfortably in my
office with a glass of wine watching
everything happen on the screen
desperation appears quickly first they
try to walk quickly run but after a
while after hours they start to slow
down you can see the tiredness the sweat
the Panic this is where things get
interesting when they realize there is
no way out that no matter where they go
the Labyrinth only consumes them some
start to pray others start laughing as
if they are losing their minds and some
well some do things I never imagined
things that even I wouldn't have the
courage to do and of course I left some
false Clues a note on the wall saying
the exit is near or a distant sound as
if someone was coming to help them it's
amazing how false hope is cruler than
pure despair you might be thinking why
did I do that it's not that complicated
the world is full of people who play
games with you people who think they can
deceive you manipulate you so I gave
them the end game a game where they have
to face the consequences of who they are
and in the end no one really wins The
Maze wasn't made for that it was made to
consume to teach and for me well it was
just entertainment I still have all the
recordings saved maybe one day I'll
watch it again I thought I heard it all
but this this was something Beyond human
understanding he didn't just create a
private hell he watched it fed on it as
if it were a spectacle he was a monster
who turned despair into entertainment
and the worst of all he didn't even try
to hide how much he enjoyed it shall we
go to audio 3 well I promise you it gets
worse dinners have always been my
specialty not these public events full
of cameras and fake Applause no I'm
talking about something more intimate
more guys you know people don't pay
attention to what they eat they place
trust in the hands of the host a waiter
puts something on the table and they eat
it without thinking twice that's what I
was inspired by these dinners were only
for the select the privileged people who
thought they were Untouchable they
always came thinking they were about to
experience something exclusive unique
and in a way they were right I hired
chefs who didn't ask questions the kind
of person who works for art not morals
and the
ingredients well let's just say they
weren't found in any Market each dish
had a piece of a puzzle that no one
there knew they were putting together
one of my favorites was the Redemption
ravioli small elegant filled with
something special the heart of a a child
but not just any child I'll tell you
that
later then there was the bouquet of
Silence a soup with a special broth the
secret the broth was made using plants
that grew in soil enriched with the
ashes of someone everyone at the table
knew nobody knew of course but I knew
and watching them Savor each spoonful
laughing toasting
celebrating that was my true Feast do
you know what was most fascinating how
each dish seemed to affect them I
watched closely some laughed louder as
if they were trying to drown out
something inside themselves others
became more silent as if an invisible
weight was beginning to crush them and
then there were those who simply cried
tears flowing for no apparent reason
they never understood why but the best
of all was the dessert the final
connection a small cake delicately
decorated but with a very special
ingredient small fragments of an object
something that had belonged to them or
someone they had harmed in the past a
piece of a ring a strand of hair
anything with a
story after dinner reactions were mixed
nightmares existential crises one or two
even disappeared from society altogether
I never bother B to know why it wasn't
about them it was about what I could do
about control these dinners they weren't
just meals they were rituals a way to
give them back the Shadows they tried to
hide but me I just watched with a glass
of wine in my hand toasting what they
would never realize this wasn't just a
crime it was refined perversity
masquerading as art he manipulated
people made them accomplices without
them knowing and the worst of all he had
fun with it every word in the audio was
a reminder that for him control was more
than power it was a form of pleasure
shall we go to the next confession do
you know what happens when you turn off
all the lights when the world around you
disappears and all that's left is the
sound of your own
breathing in the dark there are no
statuses no faces no names in the dark
we are all equal that's what made me
create the dark room I wanted a place
where I could be in absolute control but
without the distractions of the world a
space where the only thing that mattered
was what I decided would happen and the
baby
oil well the oil had its purpose people
don't understand the power of touch when
you turn off all the lights touch
becomes everything sliding slipping
making it impossible to hold running
away fighting the oil was perfect for
this an invisible layer but present
everywhere it left no fingerprints or
traces that could be traced a clean
smooth surface as if nothing had ever
happened
there I remember the first time I used
it everything was ready the room was so
dark that even I couldn't see my own
hand in front of my face just the sound
their heartbeat
and the smell the smell of fear is
unmistakable I walked around letting the
silence speak louder than any words in
the dark their minds did the work for me
every step I took they listened every
movement every breath everything was
Amplified and the oil he guaranteed that
even if they tried to fight they
wouldn't be able to they slipped fell
hit walls without knowing where they
were it was beautiful actually pure
chaos absolute despair all captured
without a single light being turned on
and when it was all over it was as if
nothing had happened no traces no
evidence just the Silence of the dark
room and the sweet smell of the oil that
evaporated over time some say that in
the dark you can get lost I I say in the
dark you can find yourself you discover
who you really are and most importantly
you discover who others are and my
friend they are nothing that was
different this was raw he didn't just
control his victims he fed on their
vulnerability on the fear he created in
the dark he saw himself as a God and the
oil was the perfect symbol of his dirty
invisible irrefutable power it was
perversion in its purest state that
scared me for days but I know you want
to hear the next crime right
so let's go there are things you only
understand when you see the world as a
chess board Ordinary People are nothing
but Parts porns most of them disposable
movements easy to replace and when you
learn this you realize that you can take
pieces off the board without anyone
noticing it all started with an
experiment small discreet one
neighborhood here another there places
forgotten by the system where no one
asks questions where children run
through the streets without supervision
without protection it was the perfect
setting I call it the void Theory the
idea is simple if you start deleting
people slowly the community starts to
disintegrate first a child disappears
then another parents lose hope they
begin to close themselves off silence
takes over and people who could ask
questions just leave each disappearance
was calculated no one was taken at
random it wasn't about numbers it was
about impact the boy everyone knew the
girl who always rode her bike around the
block when these children disappeared it
was like ripping the heart out of a body
and the body could no longer function I
had my methods unmarked Vans
well-trained teams places where no one
would ever look but the real secret
that's what happened afterwards these
children were not just taken they were
erased not just from records but from
Collective memory I would make sure that
within a few months no one would talk
about them and you know what's most
impressive how people accept this how
they just move on Mothers cry for a
while neighbors put up posters but
eventually the posters tear the tears
dry and emptiness sets in over time
these neighborhoods became what I call
communities of the Disappeared places is
where the despair was so deep that no
one dared ask and best of all it was
irreversible when you knock the right
pieces off the board the game cannot
continue and why you might be wondering
why control always control nothing in
this world causes more fear than the
idea of being erased of Disappearing
Without a Trace and when you control
that fear you control everything that
was the worst of all he wasn't just
confessing Ming to disappearances he was
admitting to destroying entire
communities it wasn't just individual
victims it was a legacy of fear of
emptiness it was too monstrous to
believe but but I knew it was
real let's go to the sixth some people
keep old photos others collect trophies
I I prefer sounds for me there's nothing
purer more real than the music people
make when they're at their wit's end
when they realize they have no way out I
started by chance it was just supposed
to be a test you know something to
capture a special moment but when I
heard the recording for the first time
something changed in me the sound was
perfect the heavy breathing the Tremor
in the voices the muffled
screams it was raar visceral a symphony
of
Despair so I decided to save it not one
or two but all
over time it became almost a ritual
whenever say an event happened I would
put the recorder in the corner of the
room and let it do its work nothing more
I just pressed the button and waited
some tapes are more intense than others
there are those where the victim begs
they always say the same things please I
have a family I didn't do anything at
first I even listened carefully as if I
was studying but then it started to be
like background music something I could
leave playing while I Rel relaxed and
you know what's most interesting each
person has a unique sound some cry
others scream there are those who remain
silent but even silence says something
the sound of skin against the floor the
click of chains every detail is part of
the track my favorites ah there's a
ribbon I think it's number 17 that's
special a woman strong determined he
didn't scream once she just stood there
looking at me defiant but do you know
what she did she started to sing a
church song voice Out Of Tune but full
of anger I listen to this tape whenever
I want to remember how resilient people
are until they aren't anymore and I keep
them all cataloged numbered organized
like music albums sometimes I play one
just to remember other times I listen
when I need inspiration it's not about
cruelty it's not about pain pain it's
about control knowing that those voices
exist because I wanted them to exist
that song was only created because I
pressed the record button this wasn't
just perversity it was celebration he
didn't just inflict suffering he turned
it into art into personal
entertainment knowing that he not only
did this but listened to those tapes
over and over again as a hobby that was
something my mind refused to process I I
have always been fascinated by the
desert so vast so empty there's nowhere
to run there's no one to hear your
screams just you and the silence I knew
that if I wanted to truly test what
someone was made of I would have to take
everything from them the Comfort the
security the hope that's how the idea
was born picking them up and putting
them in the middle of nowhere no water
no food no map just a small radio one of
those battery operated ones and a voice
my voice it was simple the rules were
clear the radio would come on at
intervals and I would give instructions
sometimes it was a hint in the right
direction other times I would say things
to test their minds you're close you're
walking in circles you hear me don't you
some fell apart quickly the heat did
that to them They begged for my help
cried on the radio but I just watched
there was always someone nearby far
enough away to not interfere but close
enough to
record because I needed to see how
everyone dealt with it the desert has a
funny way of breaking you down first it
makes you feel small afterwards he makes
you feel worthless but the part I liked
most was what came after when they
started hearing things I didn't say when
they started talking to the the radio as
if I were a friend a savior as if I were
God I remember a guy big strong
confident he started laughing thinking
it was a joke but after a few hours he
was kneeling in the sand holding the
radio as if it were the most important
thing in the world he kept saying please
tell me where to go please just tell me
the stronger ones always last did longer
but no one no one came back the same
when they finally left when I decided
they had survived there was something
different about them the eyes always the
eyes they saw the world differently not
as a safe place but as an eternal desert
and you know what's funny I never needed
to force anyone all I did was put the
radio in their hands and watch they did
the rest because because in the end the
desert doesn't need me to break people
he was already born for this I just sped
up the process the desert a place that
has destroyed armies and that he has
turned into a tool of psychological
torture he didn't need to touch them the
environment did that for him what
Disturbed me most was not what he did
but how he talked about it as if it were
a scientific experiment something almost
inevitable and that that radio that damn
radio he didn't give orders he took
everything away leaving only fear
control has always been true power money
Fame this is temporary but when you
control someone not just their body but
their mind their will then yes you are
Untouchable that's what led me to the
marionette project it wasn't just
blackmail that's basic anyone can find
dirt and threaten to use it against
someone I wanted something bigger
something permanent so I started
investing in technology the science of
breaking someone down and putting them
back together exactly how you want first
I chose the target not just anyone of
course it had to be someone important
but vulnerable a politician an executive
an artist someone with Secrets everyone
does it's just a matter of digging deep
enough and when I found the weak point I
started working blackmail was the bait a
photo a video something they didn't want
anyone to see but that was just the
beginning because after that came the
transformation the implant a small
almost invisible piece placed exactly
where it needed to be it wasn't
something physical you know not a remote
control chip like in the movies it was
psychological something that reminded
them that I was always there always it
was a fascinating process first they
resisted they thought they could Escape
that they had some power over me then
all you had to do was press the button
not literally but metaphorically a call
in the middle of the night a subtle
reminder of what I knew and over time
they gave in everyone gives in I
remember one of them a brilliant loyer
the kind of person who could destroy
Empires with a signature At first she
tried to negotiate threaten even cry but
once she realized realized there was no
way out she became efficient I told her
what to do and she did it no questions
no hesitation and you know what's most
interesting after a while they stop
resisting they start to believe that
this is normal that I am an inevitable
force in their lives and at this point
you don't even need to say anything they
act alone they do what you want before
you even ask I had politicians passing
laws business people signing contracts
artists spreading messages it was like
having a whole Orchestra and I was the
conductor but best of all they thought
they were still free living puppets
that's what they were the wire wasn't
visible but it was there and me I just
needed to hold the cross piece and pull
when I wanted them to dance this was
more than control it was Total
Domination he didn't just destroy people
he recreated them in His image turning
them into living tools worst of all they
didn't even know they were lost an
invisible Army moved by the threads he
pulled how to fight this how to expose
an enemy that doesn't even seem to exist
there is a lake far from everything a
place that even Maps forgot I found it
by chance but since then it has become
part of me it's deep more than it seems
and dark so dark that you can stare at
the water for hours and never see the
bottom perfect for storing things things
the world doesn't need to find at first
it was just practical a place where I
could get away from trouble but after a
while I started listening not while I
was there no that's when I closed my
eyes in the silence I could hear the
sounds Whispers muffled screams voices
that didn't rest people say water cleans
everything I say she keeps everything
everything that was left there is still
there waiting
calling sometimes I think the lake likes
that that he wants more and I well I
only give him what he asked for it
wasn't just a hiding place it was an
altar he spoke of that place as if it
were alive as if the lake were for his
accomplice and those voices maybe they
weren't just the result of his fault
maybe they were real shall we go to the
last and most maab audio shows what a
manipulator P Diddy is did you really
think that was it that these audios were
a confession a collection of stories for
you to listen to in the comfort of your
safe little world no these audios were
made for one thing for
you you think I did know my phone was
tapped now that you've heard it you're
connected to it you know too much you've
heard things you never should have heard
and do you know what happens to those
who carry that kind of weight they don't
dormir eles não vivem da mesma maneira
não mais se tornam parte do jogo
diferença entre você e todos os outros
é que agora eu sei quem você é
e o mais importante eu sei onde você está
você nunca deveria ter apertado o play
não era só paranóia ele sabia que
sempre soube que esses áudios não eram
confissões eram armadilhas e agora até
depois de tudo não consigo parar de pensar
eu poderia ter sido pego também onde é que
essa história toda acaba esse cara é um dos
os maiores manipuladores assassinos e
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