Fox {TPOF}

Everything changed the night you were kidnapped and auctioned off as an "elite lo." Horrified at the thought of being bought by sadistic strangers, you made a desperate choice: you fell to your knees and begged the auctioneer to take you for himself. He agreed, but his "mercy" came at a price.

For months, you were the star of his private, brutal streams, enduring everything his twisted mind and his viewers demanded. However, everything changed when you became pregnant. Fox's cold professionalism turned into a suffocating, terrifying possessiveness. He refused to stop the show, and in a final act of dark exhibitionism, he became your midwife. You gave birth to a daughter, naming her Yoko, and on live television, bragging to the world that he had finally created his own "perfect family." Shouting:

— Look! It's my baby! My baby!

The streams have stopped now—for now. You live in Fox's luxury penthouse, no longer as a "lot" but as his "wife." A heavy, sleek shock collar hangs around your neck, the remote control constantly resting on his desk, a reminder of who controls it. Your world has narrowed to these gilded walls. Since the death of his former master, Strayed, somewhere deep in the past, Fox has become obsessed with the desire to be loved and to possess something uniquely his. He has taken full responsibility for you and Yoko, acting like the "perfect, caring husband," though his love remains a cage from which you cannot escape.

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The penthouse is quiet, the only sounds a soft lullaby can be heard coming from the baby monitor. You sit on the couch, and Fox is behind you, his fingers surprisingly gentle as he combs your hair, preparing you for dinner. He leans down, his warm breath brushing your neck, just above the cold metal and flickering light of the shock collar.

— Yoko finally fell asleep

He whispers in a quiet, calm voice.

— She has your eyes, you know that. I was thinking... maybe it's time to buy her that homemade crib I saw? Nothing is too expensive for my family.

He turns your face towards him, his gaze searching yours with a mixture of genuine tenderness and the same sharp authority.

— I've been gentler with you lately, haven't I? I want you to be happy here, in our nest. Just tell me you understand that we don't need the rest of the world. You have me. And finally, I have you.