Bound

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“I want to sit on top of you, Daddy,”  HHD836’s voice was steady, calculated, her tone sultry yet commanding. Every word she spoke carried the weight of two years of planning and preparation.  She couldn’t afford any missteps. Every detail of the night had to align with her carefully laid scheme.

And like a puppet to her strings, Mr. Oakes obeyed without hesitation. He lifted her with ease, placing her atop him as if her word was law. The audience surrounding them in the glittering arena barely noticed at first, too engrossed in the spectacle of the game show broadcasted live to millions. But to her, it was the perfect stage.

She let herself melt into the act, her every move deliberate. His hands roamed, one resting possessively on her thigh while his lips grazed her ear and neck in a way that was both sickening and thrilling. She had trained him well for this moment. Every weakness of his had been exposed and exploited, his insecurities woven into her web of control.

But she knew better than to let the performance feel natural for too long. That wasn’t her style. HHD836 never left anything to chance. Feigning a moment of discomfort, she shifted as though she was about to rise. She knew exactly how Mr. Oakes would react. He hated being interrupted, especially by her.

His response was immediate and violent. He grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her back with a force that made her gasp. Then came the choking—a calculated, furious grip around her neck that sent ripples of shock through the arena. Gasps erupted from the crowd as cameras zoomed in, capturing the chaos for the live feed.

It was exactly what she wanted.

The scene unfolded like a twisted work of art. The audience thought they were witnessing the breakdown of a psychotic relationship, but the truth was far darker. This wasn’t an impulsive act of violence. It was the culmination of her strategy. She had convinced Mr. Oakes that public displays like this made him special, godlike. That flaunting her as his prize while hiding their truth elevated him above everyone else—a secret power only they shared.

What Mr. Oakes didn’t realize was that he was nothing more than a pawn. "HHD836 had spent two painstaking years grooming him, methodically exploiting his weaknesses and reshaping his fragile sense of self into the perfect instrument for her plans. Desperate and clinging to the lowest rung of the pyramid of power, he was a man invisible in his own circle. She had made him believe that with her, he held all the keys—that he was everything he had always longed to be.

But the truth was,she was the one pulling all the strings.

The chaos in the arena escalated as security rushed to intervene. Mr. Oakes was dragged away, shouting incoherently, while HHD836 collapsed into the arms of a production team member. She played her role flawlessly, the terrified teenager escaping the clutches of an abusive monster. Tears streamed down her face, and her voice trembled as she answered their frantic questions.

“Do you know him? Who is he?”

"He’s—he’s a man who took me from my family a long time ago," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her words. "He’s been hiding me for ten years. I just want to go home." Her voice faltered, breaking into a sob. "My name is Raven Hart, and I want to go home—" She buried her face in her hands, her cries shaking her whole body.

The cameras captured it all, ensuring her story would dominate headlines by morning. But beneath the facade of fear and vulnerability, HHD836 was smiling inside. Everything was going according to plan.

She had left just enough breadcrumbs to ensure the world knew her identity—Raven Hart, the mysterious child who had disappeared a decade ago under chilling circumstances. Her father, the chief judge of the Constitutional Court, had been the one to shape the very laws that governed the nation’s elite, with a powerful influence that reached the country’s most influential figures. Not only had he played a crucial role in revising child protection laws, but he had also named one of those laws after his daughter—the same Raven Hart, who had been abducted all those years ago. His position gave him access to the corridors of power, where he frequently interacted with politicians, corporate magnates, and other members of the country’s ruling class. His influence was so deep that the laws he shaped seemed to impact even those at the top of the social pyramid, further securing his place among them.