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Silas stepped into the light of the ring-lamp, his shadow looming over the gaming chair. "You think you’re a star? You’re a product, Leo. Products don't get dizzy. They perform. If you drop this stream, the contract says you owe the agency the 'reputation loss' fees. You’ll be in debt until you’re thirty."

That night, the pressure peaked. Silas demanded a twenty-four-hour "marathon" to celebrate a sponsorship deal. free porn teen abuse

He didn't start the game. Instead, he reached for the microphone and pulled it close. He saw Silas freeze in the corner of the room, hand reaching for the power kill-switch. Silas stepped into the light of the ring-lamp,

Leo forced his lips to curl. The chat scrolled by in a blur of emojis and demands. Do the trick shot! Level up! Why are you slowing down? They didn't see the bruising under his oversized hoodie where Silas had gripped him too hard during the last "strategy meeting." They didn't see the locked door of the studio or the way Leo’s bank account was managed entirely by "The Agency." Products don't get dizzy

The screen went black as Silas yanked the plug, but the clip was already saved. It was ripped, shared, and viral within minutes. For the first time in three years, Leo sat in the dark, the silence louder than any cheering crowd. He was terrified, but as he heard the frantic knocking of security and the shouting in the hall, he realized the cage door wasn't just open—he’d burned the whole theater down.

"Aggressive, Leo! The fans want blood, not a tactical retreat," Silas hissed into Leo’s earpiece.

"I can't," Leo whispered, his voice cracking. "I’m dizzy."