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No mother wants to see her daughter's nude photo on the Internet.

A photo taken in private, posted for everyone to see.

When it happened to us, it changed our lives

forever.

It's being called revenge porn.

IsAnyoneUp.

IsAnyoneUp. -IsAnyoneUp.

Everyone was talking about it. Everyone was posting about it.

A site that's fueled by sexting pictures and Facebook information.

The most shocking, the most graphic, the most horrible.

You love it. Once you're on it, it's a different story.

You had the power to ruin someone's life with just one click.

I felt completely violated, in shock.

There were comments and comments

of people just mocking me.

"She's a whore. She's a slut."

And I wasn't worthy of being around my children.

All my links to social media, my phone number.

There's no hiding behind the Internet. You were fully on display.

That site was about destroying lives.

Who would create a website like this?

If you like the drama, I mean, it's gonna get a lot worse.

This guy is the Internet's most hated man.

Hunter Moore. -Hunter Moore.

Hunter Moore. -Hunter Moore.

He thought of himself as the king of revenge porn.

He didn't give a fuck if you hated him or not.

But, so you have no empathy? -No.

He was out of control.

This is Hunter Moore from IsAnyoneUp.com

fucking all your girlfriends.

He had thousands of followers willing to do his bidding.

I had to stop him.

But I didn't know what they were capable of.

If he feels threatened by somebody,

he won't let it go.

I never thought it was gonna come to this. I never thought it would go this far.

I win. I always win. That's what happens. You're not gonna stop me.

This mother was gonna prove him wrong.

d There's a reason d

d For the sun-shining sky d

d And there's a reason d

d Why I'm feeling so... d

My name is Charlotte Laws.

In January 2012, I was living in the suburbs of Los Angeles

with my husband, Charles,

a California lawyer, and my daughter, Kayla,

who was 24 years old at the time.

It was a very happy life. I was extremely fulfilled.

I've always been really close with my mom. I mean,

we kind of have�had, like, a sisterly relationship a lot of times.

My stepdad came into the picture when I was maybe seven.

He's fun. He's a great guy.

And he's British. Even better.

d And let your love show d

Kayla wanted to be an actress

and had been in college taking acting classes.

And then she had a side job as a waitress

trying to save up money so she could move out.

Life in the suburbs, generally speaking, was a peaceful life.

Normal, quiet. You know, we lived like millions of other people.

To and fro. �To and fro.

Do nothing in LA without your motorcar, and that was the kind of life we led.

Life was fairly predictable...

...until one day, I'm at home

and I get a call from Kayla.

I was at work.

I was told there was a phone call for me,

and it was the hostess that wasn't working that night.

She says, "Hey, I'm really sorry,

but... you're on this website."

She said,

"It's called IsAnyoneUp.com."

It was basically a website, um,

of nude photos.

I was racking my brain, like, "What? What photos could they have?"

"How could I be on this website?"

"I don't understand."

She says, "Look it up."

"You're on page two."

And there I was

right there, topless, nude,

um, multiple photos,

and my heart dropped.

It was embarrassing.

I never intended to show anyone the pictures.

So I decide to call my mom...

...because she's the one that I go to right away.

She was in tears.

She had, like, lots of layers of panic.

Like, "Oh my God, this is gonna destroy everything. It's gonna destroy my life."

She told me not to tell Charles. She was so embarrassed about it.

This is Kayla.

Gives you a lot of pain, as a mom, to feel your child in pain.

And I had to get that picture down as quickly as possible.

The type of person that I know my mom is,

is that she won't just sit on her hands.

I think right in that moment she got to work.

I got off the phone with Kayla.

I went to my computer.

I typed in IsAnyoneUp.com,

and the website came up.

I started scrolling through...

and found my daughter

and found her photos.

There were some clothed pictures and one topless picture as well

that were posted next to her name.

It was a jolt. It was kind of shocking.

And I felt like it just needs to be removed immediately.

Like, you know, two seconds is too long for it to be there any longer.

I started scrolling through the rest of the website

and seeing other women's pictures,

and it was just everything you can imagine.

It was from very young up to 70-year-old women.

It was people who were 300 pounds. It was people who were incapacitated.

You know, a blind paraplegic was on there.

Under the photos,

people were allowed to leave comments.

They'd be called whores, fat cows,

creature with nasty teeth,

slut, you know, just hate-filled comments.

It was very clear that site was about humiliating people as much as possible.

I was thinking, "Who would create a website like this?"

But he was plastered all over the site.

It was very clear that the man who owned that website and ran that site...

...was Hunter Moore.

This was not someone hiding in the shadows.

This was not someone who wanted to be anonymous.

This was someone who was enjoying being

"Internet famous" is what I guess people call it.

Why are you in love with me?

Because you're hard to get. -Ooh.

Did you come here tonight to find your significant other?

Hell no.

Did you come to have a one-night stand? -Yes!

This is Hunter Moore from IsAnyoneUp.com

fucking all your girlfriends.

You know, I felt like I needed to find out who this guy was

and how he could feel comfortable harming people in this way.

I'm Kirra Hughes,

and I was Hunter Moore's girlfriend.

I was 18 years old when I moved to San Francisco for fashion design.

I had one friend

who wanted to bring me out, celebrate,

to a party

that Hunter Moore was throwing.

As we were leaving,

Hunter grabbed me by the shoulder

and said,

"You don't wanna go out there."

It was such, like, a paused moment in time.

Even though it happened for, like, five seconds,

it seemed a lot longer.

There was an immediate attraction.

I think he asked me to be his girlfriend the next day.

I would say Hunter was ambitious,

but he is extremely impatient.

I feel like I could see his mind,

like, constructing all these things in his head.

One day, he tells me about a website he set up called IsAnyoneUp.

Well, it all started with, um, you know, me hating some dumb bitch who

broke my heart, really.

And that's how it started, dude.

Me and my friends would post a bunch of girls on IsAnyoneUp.

And, uh, we just got a bunch of traffic one day, and I was like,

"Yo, I can make money off titties and fucking people over."

I just thought it was bizarre.

I just never fully grasped what was going on.

But then he started posting nude photos

of popular bands, popular scene bands,

which grabbed a lot more attention.

The site went from 0 to 100 overnight.

I was a vocalist for a scene band called We Are Defiance.

We were based in Central Florida.

The music was very aggressive and had lots of screaming.

And, you know, that was my job was to, you know, scream into a mic for a living.

d My intuition tells me d

d Something ain't right d

d Ah! d

Scene was a subculture.

This was definitely the primordial ooze from which Hunter Moore came out of.

We had the brooding energy of the emos, the "fuck you" attitude of the punks.

It was all about the tight jeans, tight T-shirt,

as many tattoos as you could get, and the big hair.

The whole experience was wild.

Girls, partying, drugs.

Oh my God! Oh my gosh!

IsAnyoneUp took off at a time where smartphones first appeared.

And the Sidekick was a smartphone that everyone on the scene was using.

What do you do with a phone with a camera?

Take pictures of your dick and send it to people on social media.

It was a common thing for people to send dick pics,

or, you know, girls to send pictures of their boobs to people.

It was a way of flirting.

But at that point in time, the Internet just felt like this kind of fun festival.

Hunter Moore, he showed the world that the Internet is fucking permanent.

And it has the power to ruin your life.

I'm a scene kid at heart, so if you like to view boobs and penises

of your favorite bands or whatever,

I mean, it's gonna get a lot worse.

IsAnyoneUp was a super shocking thing.

Everyone was talking about it. Everyone was posting about it.

It was, like, viral in our scene before viral was viral.

My favorite thing

is "No Butthole No Care." Where'd you come up with that?

I was hella pissed 'cause, like, girls were just sending me titty shots,

and I was like, "Where the fuck is your asshole?"

I just put "No Butthole No Care" on a post, and it just fucking took off.

Hunter was very much, like, controlling the drama.

He was the, you know, ringleader.

"Are we gonna make fun of this person or are we gonna praise them

for these pictures?" And that would just snowball.

It was the Wild West days of the Internet before rules and regulations came in.

You could just unleash this vile on people that you didn't even know,

and there would be no repercussions.

But what really made IsAnyoneUp a unique beast was the way

that Hunter Moore would purposefully connect your social media accounts

to the photos that were being submitted of you.

People could easily access you.

They could look at your naked picture and then also go find your Facebook.

There is no hiding behind the Internet. You were fully on display.

I mean, you can post pictures, you know, of random boobs

and penises all day,

but just adding that social network to it just puts it to a whole nother level.

Kayla's social media had been posted

on the IsAnyoneUp site along with her photos.

And because her Twitter page was listed, and also her name,

people knew how to get in touch with her on other social media.

Very quickly got over 1.000 extra followers

because of those pictures.

Lots of guys reaching out to me...

...talking about my body sexually.

And I just wanted to

delete everything, block everything,

get rid of everything so that I didn't

receive any more attention.

Kayla shut down her social media.

But then she started getting phone calls.

She got calls from random men.

I was curled in a ball in bed, not moving,

upset, crying,

completely helpless.

I felt just

really violated.

Kayla and Charlotte were acting very strangely,

whispering in the corner, shutting themselves in rooms.

One's imagination runs wild.

What could it be?

Pregnancy? Drugs? Crime?

So I did ask, of course, after a while.

I asked Charlotte what was going on, and she declined to tell me.

And I think he knew he was being kept out of the loop,

but it was important to Kayla that he not be told.

I asked her how the picture had gotten on the site,

and she said that she had taken it in the privacy of her room,

but she had never sent the picture to anyone, and I believed her.

I was having some fun

in my bedroom

just taking some pictures, in the mirror, of myself.

And I decided to take some topless photos.

What's so wrong with wanting to take a photo of yourself

in the privacy of your own home

and saving it for yourself?

My cell phone ran out of space,

so I sent the photos to

my email address.

So I'm sitting there trying to figure out how my photos ended up on this website.

Kayla told me that a week earlier,

she had been locked out of her social media, out of her email.

She had to reset passwords in order to get access to some of her accounts again.

I was freaking out. Someone was taking over my account.

So I drew the conclusion that

her accounts had been hacked.

The person who locked her out of her accounts must have been

the person who posted this topless picture onto this website.

I felt that I didn't really have any privacy,

and that's even more mortifying.

You know, I just tried to tell her that I was gonna help her get the picture down.

Hunter's website claimed that you could send a request for content to be removed

and he would remove it.

Well, hopefully, we just have to send a letter, just send him an email,

per the website, and he'll just remove it. That's what I was hoping.

When I sent the email, it came from Kayla. We wrote it together.

And she made a plea to him to take it down.

I told him that the photos had been hacked.

And I never wanted them on the website in the first place.

We told him that the picture was copyrighted,

'cause whoever takes a picture of themself owns that copyright.

I felt like I could somehow

appeal to his human side

and express to him how this was really making me feel emotionally.

He sent back an email asking about the hacking, saying he wanted proof of it.

And so we were able to send that to him, and then it was crickets.

We never heard another word from him.

He just didn't care

and pretty much just

shut the door in my face, basically.

Every day, you wake up, you're checking IsAnyoneUp.

You're enthralled by it.

You love it, and once you're on it, different story.

I'm home from tour. I go out with my friends for some drinks.

You know, we're talking about the website.

You know, I leave my phone at the bar. I go to the bathroom.

I come back, and my friend, she's like, "Hey, I submitted you to the website."

I'm like, "Are you serious? Are you kidding me?"

She took photos off my phone and sent them in to the site,

thinking it'd be a joke that could be funny.

The picture was just a picture of me, you know, holding my penis.

I mean, I was talking to a girl. We're flirting, and a picture was taken,

sent to her, you know, just for her.

The submission form was incredibly simple.

It was anonymous,

which takes away any sense of responsibility

or repercussions for doing it.

You had the power to ruin someone's life with just one click.

I wake up in the morning, and my phone is flooded with notifications.

I'm like, "Shit." Yeah, I got posted on the site.

Having pictures of yourself naked on the Internet

just gives you anxiety, 'cause you have no control.

So I called Hunter, and I was like, "Hey, can you take my post down?"

And he's like, "It's nothing against you, nothing personal. It's just business."

Hunter was, like, the first, like, Internet troll.

I think he liked the power he had over people.

He was extremely talented at getting people's attention.

Now he's doing interviews with, like, mainstream media companies.

Hunter Moore is a 26-year-old web renegade,

and his website IsAnyoneUp was designed for public humiliation

on a scale only the Internet can offer.

It's, um, where

revengeful exes

come for a peace of mind.

He calls it revenge porn.

The website stopped being about kind of band people.

You started to see, like, moms or wives or nurses or doctors.

The silliness and the fun of it, it was long gone.

It became purely for revenge and exploitation.

I didn't think that what Hunter was doing was legal.

He actually posted information of who his attorney was.

And so I called his attorney.

My name is Reza Sina, and I used to be Hunter Moore's personal lawyer.

Out of nowhere in January 2012,

I start getting direct emails and phone calls from people saying,

"Hey, my picture is on the site, and it shouldn't be on this site."

"It must be taken down."

I definitely got the sense that he just didn't take me seriously,

and he was just kind of not really going to end up helping.

Charlotte Laws was mad and pissed off.

But according to the law, what Hunter was doing was not illegal.

Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act

basically says that website owners

are not generally responsible for the content on their website

if it's user submitted.

All he's doing is providing a forum for people to put it up.

"I'm just providing a platform. It isn't me, folks."

"It's other people who are coming to my site."

"They're the bad guys. Not me. Don't blame me."

And as for the guy responsible for IsAnyoneUp, Hunter Moore,

well, Forbes reports that Moore made $13.000 a month off the site.

Hunter had two revenue streams.

Selling merchandise and selling advertising.

The more users you have on a website, the more hits you have on a website,

the more you can charge for advertising.

So, you see, the problem is if Hunter keeps taking down pictures,

then he's gonna get less users. It's against his business model.

Do you consider yourself a scumbag or just an outlet?

'Cause, let's be honest, man, people hate you.

You're sending these pictures

to some cute boy you probably met on the Internet.

And then they submit 'em to me. I don't know why all these people hate me.

I'm just the one putting it out there and making money off your penis.

Oh my God, awesome. -But, yeah.

Most people seemed to think it was cool.

"Oh, look at this bad boy who's come up with a new way to make money."

For me and Kayla, it was just overwhelming.

You couldn't do anything to stop him.

He thought of himself as the king of revenge porn.

I got a question for you. Who came to see Hunter Moore?

Fuck you, Hunter!

Hey, just chill out, sweetheart. I'll get you pregnant later. Listen...

He was really trying to build this brand of the Internet bad boy.

He didn't give a fuck if you hated him or not.

You were still fueling this project of his.

So what's your vision with your career

now that you have established IsAnyoneUp.com?

I mean, I'm going to be literally the white P. Diddy, honestly.

I'm gonna be worth $100 million by the time I'm 30. I already know that.

Like, I'm literally gonna take over the world.

The website was so popular, it was getting

something along the lines of 350.000 unique views a day.

And Internet traffic has inflated, uh, tenfold.

So if IsAnyoneUp was happening in 2021,

that 350.000 unique visitors a day would be 3.5 million.

As much as I hate to say it, I think that Hunter tapped into something

that's deep inside us.

He made it appear that you would be very successful

by being a complete sociopath on the Internet.

I was checking the website,

and I came upon one of Kayla's friends.

And so I called this girl.

And she was just completely freaked out about being on the site.

She said that the photos had been stolen out of a private email.

Which kind of made me go,

"Oh, well, that's really weird,

because I only know two people who are on that website,

and they were both hacked."

She said that,

"You better not try to go against Hunter Moore. He's a dangerous guy."

She had great fear of being on Hunter's radar.

If you try to sue me, I'll make fuckin' fun of you.

You come to my house and serve me, I'll put your address out there,

and my audience loves that shit.

I was not about to be intimidated or deterred.

The hacking was a huge deal, but I'd need more evidence to prove it.

I had to focus on getting Kayla's photo down as quickly as possible.

I called Hunter's publicist, his agent,

some of his advertisers.

I was trying to kind of get as much pressure on him

from as many different directions as possible.

I was completely traumatized.

And all I could hear outside my door in the hallway was my mom talking.

She was going in all avenues,

any which way that she could,

to get my photos down as quick as possible.

I even called the office where his mom worked.

And that got back to him because Hunter posted something

on his Twitter feed about how someone had called his mom's workplace.

I didn't get any positive feedback from any of these phone calls.

Nobody had any interest in assisting in any way.

Then one day, there was this email from an anonymous individual.

I don't know who�it was, and it said,

"Back off, bitch, or else."

Signed "the Family."

It was really quite shocking,

and I thought to myself,

"What on earth is the Family?"

I'm about to go knock out the biggest guy I can find.

The Family, it was his cult following.

They're all calling Hunter "Father."

They're all, you know, kind of mindlessly following him

and, you know, doing whatever he says.

They would create new content for Hunter to post.

Princess toothbrush. Gotta have.

Dude, I'm crying.

Just let it be in my pee.

A little...

Yo, that's the same girl that brushed her teeth with shit.

Nasty bitch.

You know, a girl brushed her teeth after washing it in the toilet.

No! No. No.

People were just going through crazy lengths to get his attention.

Fuck you, Hunter Moore.

Oh, my car!

The Internet, it all comes down to numbers.

You know, how many followers you have, how many likes you have on Facebook.

Hi! We miss you!

The more you have, the more people

are gonna think you're cool and interesting.

So when you get posted on a site like mine

with so much traffic and so much attention,

your numbers are gonna skyrocket. It's, like, �15 minutes of Internet fame.

Oh shit!

There's no doubt that Hunter Moore was a master of manipulation,

and I think the most extreme example of that

was Butthole Girl.

I'm gonna step out of the way.

Scene one, take one and B.

Can you stop?

Count mark.

My name is Destiny Benedict,

and I'm known as Butthole Girl

on IsAnyoneUp.

Hunter was, like, very compelling.

Like, I wanted to be accepted by him

and, like, noticed,

and he had this way about him

of getting people to do whatever he wanted them to do.

I was 19 years old.

I wanted to get out of my mother's house

and kind of be more on my own and self-sufficient.

One of my friends told me,

"Hey, you should try webcamming. You know, you'd be perfect for this."

People tip you money to see your boobs.

Just sitting in front of a camera, I could make enough to pay my own rent

and be able to provide for my children.

I got a message from a friend saying, like,

"Hey, you know, you're pretty open sexually."

"Like, you should check out this site. Like, it's called IsAnyoneUp."

I just couldn't stop looking at it.

And I felt like being posted on IsAnyoneUp, it would attract people

to my webcam sites.

And if you're famous,

with fame comes money.

So I sent my nudes.

I wanted to be selling myself as this, like, beautiful, amazing woman,

this fantasy girl, and everybody is like,

"Did you see that new hot girl posted on IsAnyoneUp?"

But not long after that,

I was in a webcam chat

with a couple of my friends,

and they had dared me

to basically put

a mousse bottle in my butt.

One of the people in the chat room took the screenshot

and submitted it to�IsAnyoneUp.

I wanted to be a hot girl on the site.

And then it just became,

you know, me with a mousse bottle in my butt instead.

Oh!

Ew.

Not only that, but a screenshot of my Facebook was above it

with my children in the cover photo.

I feel kind of, like, stupid.

And I obviously knew they posted Facebook pictures.

So why didn't I think to take my kids off my cover photo

if I was submitting nudes?

I didn't think of that. I didn't think about it back then.

The Internet can be a really cruel place.

Hunter was not willing to take the screenshot of my kids off of there.

The only thing that would work,

I felt, was if I offered

to take more pictures of things in my butt.

I mean...

that's what drew everybody in.

The one that he suggested was a cell phone.

He wanted me to put the cell phone in my butt,

and then he would call it, and it would vibrate.

Um, he thought that would be really funny.

So I took the photo, and that's how Butthole Girl was born.

Butthole Girl was an Internet phenomenon.

And she became

definitely the most famous person from this website after Hunter Moore.

Hunter replaced the cover photo as soon as those pictures went out.

I had a lot of attention. A lot of people were tweeting about it.

I had people like�Jeffree Star saying, "That's what I call a real booty call."

I had never imagined myself being famous

for putting things in my butt.

You know, I wanted

more than that.

I was getting death threats from the Family,

and I realized I wasn't just taking on Hunter Moore.

I was taking on thousands of his minions.

It was really scary because everyone just�worshiped him

like he was a king, like he was a god.

He had a lot of people saying, "I will do anything for you, Father."

"I will kill for you."

I had no idea how they would retaliate against me and my family.

So I went to Los Angeles Police Department.

And Kayla went with me.

And I went up to the counter and talked to a female detective

and told her the situation and that Kayla had been hacked

and that her picture was on this website.

She looked over at Kayla and said,

"Why would you take a picture like this if you didn't want it on the Internet?"

She was blaming me for taking the photo.

It was so uncomfortable.

And I just wanted to

run away.

I told the detective, "If Kayla had taken the photo

in her room and put it in a dresser drawer

and someone had broken in and stolen it, would you be telling her

that she shouldn't have taken the picture or would you be investigating the theft?"

The detective, she seemed annoyed by that.

I didn't think they were really gonna investigate anything.

Yeah, should you do time for sharing pics online?

If I'm dumb enough to send a naked photo of myself to a boyfriend, to a lover,

to whatever, and they decide out of vengeance five years later

when I'm mean to them to post it somewhere, that's actually my problem.

Everybody said, "It's the victims' fault."

"Don't take a picture if you don't want it on the Internet."

All of that was circulating. Really, nobody was on the victims' side...

...while Hunter was destroying lives.

So my children's fathers

basically decided that since I was affiliated with�IsAnyoneUp

and since I was doing porn now,

that it would be in the best interest to keep me out of the children's lives.

The whole point of being Butthole Girl was

to get my children's photos off of IsAnyoneUp.

But they just decided that I was just this abomination

and that I wasn't worthy of being around my children.

My children were my whole world.

I kind of got down and depressed and started drinking here and there.

And I had been, like, posting online that I was, like, drunk,

and having a good time, or making it seem like it, rather.

That's what you do on social media, right?

It had caught the attention of Hunter,

and I remember him messaging me that we should get on Skype.

Even though I felt like he was

destroying my reputation, destroying,

you know, my life,

I

still wanted his attention.

He had promised to help me set up a website

for me to get my porn more out there,

and I could make enough money to get my kids back in my life.

d Yeah, big dreams, baby Yeah, we have big dreams... d

He really wanted me to put my fist in my butt,

but I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of that.

d Yeah, we have big dreams d -d Yeah d

d And we're gonna make you Do bad things... d

And he's like, "This is how you get famous, you know."

"This is what you gotta do if you want your own site."

"Gotta be Butthole Girl. Get that famous butthole out."

I was drunk, and I was willing to, you know, be, like, "Okay, whatever."

d We don't do... d

Hunter just kept saying, like, you know,

"Put your fist in your ass." And...

And I...

I... I just kind of, you know, caved in and did it.

I wasn't proud of it.

d You say I'm bad Like it's a bad thing d

d You say I'm bad... d

I didn't even know

that he was screen recording the conversation,

and if I did, then I was in a state of mind where

if I agreed, I probably wasn't actually agreeing.

I actually don't know if he sold it.

But it didn't end up on IsAnyoneUp.

It ended up on a different website entirely.

I just remember checking the video and seeing it climb up and up and up.

And it went from, like, thousands to a million.

That's when I stopped checking, 'cause then I was like,

"It's already hit a million, you know."

It's just incredibly awful to not be able to control

the things that are being put out.

It's a representation of me

in my most vulnerable state.

I never got a dime.

I never got any money from Hunter Moore, like, ever.

But he did offer to give me a T-shirt.

We were very concerned

that Kayla's picture would be circulated to other websites.

And the longer a picture stays online, the better chance that could happen.

It becomes virtually impossible to get down.

If Los Angeles police wouldn't listen, I knew I'd have to go above their heads

and contact the FBI.

Hunter Moore loved saying that he wasn't doing anything illegal,

and I knew hacking was illegal, so if he was involved in a hacking scheme,

boy, I knew he was gonna be in big trouble,

and I was gonna be able to totally nail him.

So I called and told them the story.

I was determined to get them to take it seriously.

They took the information and said that three agents

would be coming to my house later in the month.

But they weren't giving me the immediate solution that I needed.

The clock was ticking. It was time to ask Charles for help.

Charles was an attorney, and even though Kayla did not want me to tell him,

I felt like we had a much better chance of getting the photo down

if he was on board.

My first reaction when Charlotte told me Kayla's picture

had been put up on this website, I was extremely surprised.

You know, I was a middle-aged man before I ever set foot on a computer,

before the Internet showed up.

It was completely new that this sort of thing went on at all.

I thought the best way to deal with the photo was to do nothing about it.

You give it attention and it gets worse.

Charles just said, "Don't worry about it. Just move on. Leave it up there."

"People will forget about it anyway."

And Kayla got very upset, jumped up. "I knew we shouldn't have told him!"

And she just kind of goes rampaging up to her room, like, in�tears.

I was honestly really, really shocked.

I didn't want my photo just staying out there.

I said to Charles, "You know, you don't go on the Internet."

"You know nothing about the Internet. And pictures do not disappear."

"Nude pictures are gonna proliferate."

"It's gonna get worse over time, not better."

I don't know if Charlotte resented the fact that I wasn't helping.

And in fact, I was helping to a degree.

I was offering a solution that she found unacceptable,

because I thought I couldn't imagine who would look at a website like that.

He just said, "I don't wanna get involved."

And he walked into the living room and sat in his chair.

I couldn't rely on Charles.

I knew I had to keep pushing, keep persevering,

and get the picture down myself.

In order to be able to present the case to the FBI,

I thought it was very important to reach out to victims

and find out how they got on the site.

I needed to prove that Hunter was hacking.

I would see people posted on the website, and I would find out information

based on that posting.

The women I talked to, and some of the men, too, as well,

were really emotionally destroyed by this.

There was a teacher from Kansas who, um, Hunter had said,

"Should I post this teacher? Do you think she'll lose her job?"

And all of his followers were like, "Yeah, post her! Post her!"

And then, �bam, her pictures were up.

The next morning, the principal actually marched into her classroom and said,

"Get your things together and go home."

And she goes, "Why?" "Get your things together and go home."

I called her,

and I'm the first one who told her she was on the site, and she was just devastated.

Then later she calls me back with her boyfriend

and says, "I don't know what to do."

"We don't have any money for a lawyer. We don't have anybody to talk to."

"I'm gonna lose my job."

She was so devastated.

So it was really hard talking to these people.

There were a lot of stories like this.

Hunter Moore was willing to post anything. The more it would impact somebody

in a negative way, the more it would destroy their life,

the better from his perspective. That's what he wanted.

This doesn't just stay online. This can drive you to kill yourself.

March 2011, I would say,

is where I can, like, look at the calendar in my brain

and point to the day everything changed.

I was young. I was, like, 22.

I had, like, this great apartment in downtown Buffalo.

I was training to be a nurse, and I loved it. I was happy in my life.

I woke up

like any other day.

And, you know, you wake up, you look at your phone and

200 notifications?

How? Why?

I'm going through the messages, and it's my name

and then a link to a website that I had never heard of.

When I went to the actual website,

it was naked girls,

and then I saw myself.

It was two pictures.

One, I had, like, a bra on, and one I was topless.

Now I'm embarrassed

and ashamed and mad.

The comments were just, like, demeaning, like, degrading.

How I had one boob bigger than the other, or, like, my nose was weird.

What was worse was it was all my information.

My first and last name

and my address,

all my links to social media, my phone number.

It felt dangerous.

I did not send that topless photo to anybody,

which just left me wondering how the hell it got onto the Internet.

It feels like you're getting walked in on when you're doing something private.

It's unnerving.

I reached out to Hunter multiple times on multiple platforms.

I asked what did I have to do for him to make it go away.

I never found out because there was never a response.

I wasn't sleeping. It was all I could think about.

It was all my energy could go towards, and it was just draining me of

my self-esteem and my self-worth and, like,

making me question my ability. "Do I deserve the job I have?"

"Do I deserve the life I have?" You know, it very quickly spiraled for me.

He didn't want self-submits. He didn't want people who said,

"Here, Hunter, post my picture."

No. That wasn't interesting. That wasn't gonna get page views.

That's not what the site was about. He wanted people

who did not wanna be there, who could not afford to be on that site.

He wanted total and complete humiliation of these individuals.

Has there been any individual victim

who you've just felt sorry for to the point that you were moved to

take something down, and, oh, I don't know,

apologize?

I felt really bad about a lot of things.

I've had points where I felt so bad,

I've, uh, wanted to stop the site, to be honest with you.

And what stopped you from stopping?

Um...

It's just too much fun.

I started punishing myself

with food, or the lack thereof, where I would binge and purge.

I felt, like, just so worthless and so out of control that that was...

that was what I can control.

I went to the pharmacy, and refilled my prescriptions,

two of which were controlled substances, and I got back to my apartment.

And

I just said, "Fuck it."

I took a sip of my drink,

and I drank the entire first bottle of controlled substances.

And then I remember just being like,

"Okay, here we go."

And I took the other bottle.

And I got into my bathtub,

um, and had barricaded the door.

What had actually woken my roommate up

was my cat outside the bathroom door, like, losing her mind.

I, um, was sent to the ICU.

And I was in a coma for several... several days.

I don't think that I would have ever attempted to take my own life

had that moment of being posted never occurred.

That is the catalyst

that mentally snapped something in my brain.

A short while after�I had finally gotten home from the hospital,

a woman named Charlotte Laws reached out to me.

And she told me she was looking to pursue

some sort of legal action against Hunter

and would I mind sharing some of my story.

I spoke to Cara. She was wounded.

She was completely devastated over having her nude picture online.

It just made me more determined

to try and help all the victims get their pictures down.

She really inspired that little bit of hope that...

I think I'd been hopeless for so long, I was very grateful to have that support,

because there was the other end of the Internet who was like,

"Yay, Hunter, you're doing amazing!"

It's just like, "No, you're doing so much damage."

So Charlotte was carrying on her own battle.

And then one day, when I came home from work,

there was a fax on the fax machine.

It was for Charlotte, but I read it.

Here's what it says. Hard to believe. "Hey, ugly bitch, get off Hunter's dick."

"If you don't, we'll rape you

and put a shotgun

down your throat."

Well, that was what it said.

I thought,

"Okay, that's really..."

"That's... That's the case, isn't it? That's a case for war."

And I realized at that moment

that I had been slow to act,

and it was time for me to take action as an attorney

without any further delay.

I picked up the phone, and I called Hunter Moore's attorney.

And I told him copyright law is clear.

The photo belonged to Kayla.

The photograph had been stolen, so it was clearly theft.

And I told him it would cost his client huge fees,

whereas my client, who was my stepdaughter,

had a free lawyer.

That was her piece of good fortune.

I said, "This is a good deal for your client."

"All he has to do is remove one picture from his site."

"And if he doesn't, I will file action, and it will cost him thousands."

"You know that. I know that. And you've got 30 minutes to get it done."

I remember Charles. This guy was seriously pissed off.

And I said, "Look, ultimatums aren't gonna work well with Hunter."

"They don't fly well with him, but let me give him a call

and see what I could do to have it taken down."

After I got off the phone with Charles, I immediately called Hunter.

I was pissed. I was pissed off that I'm still cleaning up Hunter's messes.

I told him he should take down the picture right away.

Charles was adamant that someone hacked Kayla's email.

Being told from a lawyer-to-lawyer standpoint, you take him more seriously.

After the incident with Kayla Laws, I took every step

to remove myself formally from any activity with Hunter Moore.

Kayla and I, uh, went in the other room, and we watched the clock

and watched the clock.

And we just keep refreshing it and refreshing it and refreshing it.

We were very nervous.

Hoping and praying that it was gonna come down.

And then after 30 minutes, we looked on the site.

Finally.

Finally, it's removed.

I feel this just big wave of relief over me.

Charlotte came in and said, "It's done. It's down."

Well, I felt very well satisfied

and very pleased and very happy on Kayla's behalf.

As far as Kayla was concerned, that was the end of the matter.

She wanted life to go straight back to normal.

She didn't wanna think about it again.

And I was of the same mind.

But Charlotte could not let it go.

Charles said, "Okay. It's time to stop."

Kayla wanted me to stop as well. But I had no intention of stopping.

There's no way I'm just gonna abandon all of these women I said I would help.

I mean, I'm just not gonna do that.

You wanna fuck with me? I'mma fuck with you.

That's what I do.

Hunter was continuing to destroy lives.

I'm a badass fucking dude.

I had to fight to take down his website completely,

to get him off the Internet.

But if I was going to war against Hunter Moore,

I'd need some allies to bring him down.

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