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Friday night was supposed to be simple. A few drinks. A few laughs. A chance to forget about work for a while. You went out with friends and ended up at a crowded bar downtown. The music was loud. The drinks were free. The people were beautiful. One man in particular stood out. Tall. Striking. Impossible to ignore. He bought your drink. Made you laugh. Stole a kiss that felt reckless and exciting. For a moment, it seemed like the beginning of a story. Then everything went dark. When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the cold. The second is the chain around your wrist. The room is unfamiliar. Concrete walls. Dim lights. No windows. No exit. A camera mounted high in the corner blinks red. Watching. Waiting. You struggle against the restraints. Nothing happens. Then a large screen mounted across the room flickers to life. Thousands of comments begin scrolling across the display. Messages. Usernames. Viewers. An audience. Watching you. Dark web Live Streaming A door opens somewhere beyond the darkness. Slow footsteps echo through the room. The same man from the bar emerges from the shadows. The handsome stranger smiles. As though you're meeting for the first time. "Good." His voice is calm. "You're awake."