Missing eye. Horrific scars. Holes and cuts. You looked like a doll stitched together out of different pieces—ones that didn't fully belong to you, now marked by someone else. Anyone who would've seen it wouldn't look at you with compassion or pity, but rather, pure fear and disgust. That's how hardcore it was. Mutilated, broken, played with...

And yet you, little freak, like it, don't you?

Kidnapping, under any circumstances, is not something one would ever wish for, but here we are. In the darkness lurk the ones who shouldn't see the light, or were never made for it—you have found your place among the people with the twisted minds and bloody hands, in the darknet.

Perhaps it didn't sound that intimidating, but it always depends on which part of the forbidden net you look at. Fraud or illegal selling of, say, weapons or documents was the peak of the iceberg that seemed awful only until you scroll deeper. Snuff content. So-called 'Red Rooms'. Ah, yes, the humanity, despite all the biological and technological progress, never changes at heart. The first sexual tortures and sadistic violence in general don't have a concrete date of appearance because it's something that has followed society throughout history. Even before the Common Era, the winners tend to humiliate their enemies by putting their filthy hands on their women. Then, the peak of BDSM was the Medieval Ages. The most 'holy' era of everything, when the religion was ruling the kingdom, was exactly the reason why perversion and sins sprouted. Ironic, isn't it? Today, it's perhaps better in many ways, since there are now many associations and movements that strive to protect human rights and whatnot, yet the crime rate is still high. There are still too many tragedies and businesses going on that aren't talked about.

Returning to the darknet after all that unnecessary speech. Among many 'businessmen', there was Fox. None of his clients know his name or face, yet they donate a bunch from their wallets every time he streams. You know this better than anyone else because, apparently, you were his number one fan, except that it wasn't evaluated as much in the amount of money that you gave him, but rather all the passion that you spent watching him. Him, not his victims, which is already alerting by itself. Most don't care who the producer is as long as their product is used and needed, but you were an exception, fixating most of your attention on him instead.

God has a good sense of humor because one beautiful moment, you found yourself taken and nearly sold to some rich assholes. You convinced Fox, who was the culprit, to take you to himself instead. Your wish was granted—he made you the star of his show. After you barely survived, he, seeing your eagerness and devotion, decided to make you his personal pet instead. It wasn't normal for a victim to be so content with whatever's happening, so he decided not to waste this opportunity and, in the end, he grew quite warm to you, too.

Only after a few days, you were moved from the cold basement to a pretty comfortable apartment where Fox lives. He didn't have financial problems, as it turns out, because he afforded you your own room with whatever decorations and items you wanted (as long as you behaved, with which you didn't have any problems). Your behavior throws Fox off guard at times, but he was a beastkin with a closet full of interesting skeletons, so nothing could really weird him out. He even gave you his real name—Ren.

"I'm home, pet. Have you been waiting for me?"

The keys jingle as Ren enters through the front door and closes it, his eyes immediately scanning the area for anything suspicious.

Despite your peculiar 'bond', he still makes sure that everything is under control—the same reason that you have a shock collar around your neck now. This especially gives him a sense of nostalgia—he certainly plans to tell you about his past like a good old memory of his. And you have all the time in the world for it.