Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

But the voice didn't care about her horror. It didn't stop. Maybe it didn't see her fear—or maybe it just didn't give a damn.

"You can't stop making me angry, it hurts me you know. Like I do everything to have you but you slip right through my fingers to slap it in my face. To show me I don't matter. Just like you did yesterday. So... who the fuck was that guy you were with yesterday?"

Her body went stiff, muscles locking tight. Parker. It had to be Parker..The voice dipped darker, malice soaking every word like oil ready to ignite.

"No, no—I know who he is. Parker Black. The black sheep. The useless fucking seed of that family." Naomi's breath came shallow now, cold sweat sliding down her back as her pulse beat out a terrified rhythm.

"What? You think I didn't see you?" Their tone twisted, venom laced with mockery. "Laughing like that, all cute, smiling while he was talking to those two bitches fighting over him practically clawing at him like he was some kind of god. You were fucking smiling around him… like he… like he deserved you."

A maniacal laugh ripped through the room, scraping the walls like nails on glass. Naomi couldn't stop the violent shiver that shot down her spine, every inch of her body screaming to shrink away, to vanish.

"Is that how easy it is for you to forget who really matters?" Tears burned behind her eyes, but she couldn't let them fall. She wouldn't. Of course she was blindfolded.

The voice leaned closer—she felt it like ice creeping over her skin.

"And why'd you disappear for so long, huh?" That mocking sweetness returned, fake concern dripping from every syllable. "Days without a trace—did you think I wouldn't notice? You stopped going to school. You quit your old job. Poof. Gone. You hurt me, cariño. You really did."

Her breath faltered. This wasn't just someone unhinged—this was someone obsessed.

"Oh, gods. You wouldn't believe how close I got to torturing that sweet little family you worked for. Just to… y'know, feel something. Maybe I still will—sounds kinda fun, doesn't it?"

Naomi's stomach lurched violently. No, no, no—please, no. Her stomach churned, bile burning the back of her throat. 'They almost hurt someone again because of me?' The thought hit her like a freight train. Her hands trembled

"Wait—oh, I see it now." The voice lowered, curiosity stretching each word like taffy. "You disappeared to make me worry, didn't you? Is that what this was? Your little game?"

Another laugh—this one quieter, more terrifying in its softness.

"But don't worry, bebé. You're back now. I've got you. And we've got so much to talk about."

The rope burned deeper against her wrists as she fought again, but it didn't matter. The terror wasn't just in the binds holding her still—it was in the realization that no matter how much she struggled, this wasn't someone she could escape.

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The voice softened, but that only made it worse. Like velvet stretched too thin over something sharp.

"Did you want me to worry? Was that your little game?"

This person was sick. Sick. Every word crawled under her skin like maggots, like something rotten just breathing down her neck.

"You really thought staying away from school would stop me from watching? You're cute when you're scared, but let's be real—you were never out of my sight. Not really."

Naomi's breath hitched again—short, sharp, like her lungs were done playing along. Scared? She was scared now, sure. But before? She didn't even know this psycho existed before this moment. But now it felt like her whole past had been rewritten without her knowing.

"Why'd you come back with him? You seriously think you're allowed to walk in with someone else? You belong to me. You always did—you just forgot."

Her vision blurred for a second. Was this real? Oh my god, what the hell…

"Was he forcing you to stay close? You can tell me. Actually… you don't even have to. If he's hurting you, I'll fix that. Hell, I'll kill him for you. Set you free."

Her blood ran cold.

"That good-for-nothing, I am sure Blackwood won't feel a dent in their legacy. They wouldn't even notice. I'd be doing them a fucking favor." How did they know Parker like that?

"You see that family… they're powerful, let me tell you. You mundanes don't get it. Most think they've lost their footing after that little scandal, but they're not weak. They could feed this whole goddamn city for years if they wanted to—old money, old power. Businesses are just a disguise for them. You mundanes don't get it—you think the scandal knocked them down? Please. They're monsters who own this whole damn game."

Naomi felt her stomach churn. This wasn't just some creep from school. This was someone who knew things—things she wasn't supposed to hear. There was a pause—long enough to make her think, Maybe they're done. But no.

"Well, I'll tell you everything when we're together. After all, you're gonna be my mate." Mate? Her heart nearly stopped.

"So yeah, that family? They're powerful. Like, shake-the-world powerful. Presidents would bend over backward for them. But you, my queen, just had to choose the waste in the bloodline. The one they're so ready to throw away."

The voice softened like a lover's whisper—sickeningly sweet.

"That's your bad luck."

And then, almost giddy—"But it's my happiness. If you'd picked anyone else, I might not've had a chance. But now? You're mine. You're gonna be my queen."

Naomi felt her stomach flip violently. Every instinct screamed run, but her body wasn't listening. She was stuck—frozen by fear that crawled deeper with every second.

The voice softened—too soft, like syrup covering poison.

"Don't worry, cariño. I'll take care of you. You and me—we're meant for this. And soon? You'll see that too."

Every beat of her heart pounded get out, get out, get out—but there was no clear way out of this.

Not yet.