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When she sent me a friend request afterward, something shifted inside me. The billionaire CEO who commanded rooms full of tech giants felt a thrill at being noticed by this nobody streamer with barely a thousand followers.
She worked retail during the day and streamed at night, chasing a dream of making content creation her career. She lived alone with a collection of gaming memorabilia that meant more to her than status symbols. She’d rather spend Friday nights raiding with online friends than clubbing like others her age.
Is this book about jazz?!
The lies we tell ourselves are always the most convincing.
The irony isn’t lost on me. I’ve built a billion-dollar empire selling cybersecurity solutions and promising digital privacy to corporations and governments worldwide. Yet here I am, violating every principle my company stands for and every law I claim to protect
“It’s not kidnapping,” I reason. “It’s rescue.”
Lol sure…
“Okay, fine. Maybe I have a type.” “A type called ‘dangerous men in masks?’”
they transmit on a proprietary frequency my team developed for military applications, making them undetectable to standard bug sweepers. The signals bounce between three different relays before reaching my servers, routed through seven countries.
Fucking overkill on the surveillance dude
“What’s wrong with me? I’m attracted to someone waving red flags in my face?”
By the time anyone responds, we’ll be miles away on one of three possible escape routes I’ve mapped out.
hes so thoughtful! Planning everything so efficiently lol
“You’re insane.” “No. I’m dedicated.”
“I built this entire compound for us,” he continues, pride evident in his voice. “Every room, every level, is designed specifically for your progression. This is just the starting area—the tutorial.”
Devotion!
“You kidnapped me. You drugged me. You built a fake version of my bedroom.” My voice rises with each accusation. “What part of that sounds sane to you?” A smile plays at the corners of his mouth. “I prefer to think of it as dedication.”
I’ve fantasized about someone wanting me so badly they’d cross lines to have me. But this—this real-life nightmare version—is something else entirely.
how can I admit that my deepest fantasy mirrors my current nightmare? That in my darkest moments, I’ve imagined someone wanting me so much they’d take me against my will? If I tell him, I validate everything he’s done,
you get to suck on me. Like a pacifier. Just for a few minutes.”
I dont understand how that is soothing to her… but maybe thats just me
His eyes widen, pupils blown black with hunger as he tracks the evidence of my release dripping down his wrist. “Fuck,” he breathes, voice ragged. “You squirted for me.”
The broken look in her eyes wasn’t part of the fantasy. I wanted fire and challenge, not this hollow response.
For once, I’m not calculating my next move or planning three steps ahead. I’m simply... here, present in this moment. It’s terrifying. Exhilarating.
His first kiss
God, I can’t wait to hunt her.
God knows how long ago at the start, I would have given anything to escape this nightmare. Now my fantasies have blurred with reality. The line between captor and lover has smudged beyond recognition.
Classic Stockholm
“Let me take care of you,” I breathe against her ear. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.”
The game I constructed for us didn’t include this variable—her seeking comfort from her captor, me melting under her touch.
I should be terrified by this admission—this permanent mark of his obsession. Instead, I feel a twisted sense of appreciation. No one has ever wanted me enough to carve my passion into their skin. No one has ever seen me so completely.
truth I’m not ready to face in daylight rears its ugly head: here, wrapped in the arms of my captor, is the safest I’ve felt in years.
what does it say about me that the arms holding me prisoner are the same ones setting me free?
This... attachment wasn’t part of the plan.
“My pretty little slut,” he growls,
Two weeks ago, I was a normal woman obsessed with video games and TikTok, and now I’m naked in a forest, covered in marks and fluids, cradled in the arms of my kidnapper. And the worst part? I don’t want him to let go.
The thought of life without her now is unbearable. A gaping abyss void of her that I can never be free of. I’ve had her—felt her warmth, heard her laugh—and can’t return to the cold emptiness of before. This isn’t an obsession. This is dependence. Weakness. Need. This is love.
“I’m going to worship every inch of you until you understand that you’re a fucking goddess.” His voice drops lower, reverential and fierce at once. “A goddess I can’t wait to spend my life on my knees worshipping.”
I’ll build worlds for you to conquer and challenges to overcome. Whatever twisted fantasy you can imagine, I’ll make it a reality.”
“Most couples meet on dating apps. We met because you stalked me and kidnapped me.” “I prefer ‘aggressively pursued.’”
if anything feels wrong, if you need help, you can tell me. Anything. I'll believe you."
So bestie will believe you are in danger but mot that you are happy?!
“I had plans, levels, a whole system designed to break and remake you.” “And instead?” I prompt, leaning into his touch. “Instead, you broke me.”
“I regret hurting you. I regret the fear I caused. But I don’t regret finding you. I don’t regret us.”
He pulls me against his chest. “You saved me, Mischief.” The nickname makes me smile against his skin. “And you freed me,
