Snuff films exist. I started watching one a few years ago to try to convince myself that it was all staged. I had to turn it off and physically shred it (kill it). High production values. An aristocratic mansion in europe (I think). Absolute rabid raging demonic depravity. Without getting too theological, the physical disc itself seemed to actually radiate evil, some kind of extrasensory perception of a howling, screaming, undead eternal horror . It was alive somehow. It still haunts me.