Parker didn't just find them. He didn't just scare them. He didn't just make their lives a little difficult. No—he was going to strip them of every possible escape, every safety net, every last damn ounce of control they thought they had. And the best part? They'd know exactly what was happening, and they wouldn't be able to stop it.
He already had their digital footprints locked down. The mont he sent that ssage, he knew their first instinct would be damage control. Panic. Delete logs. Wipe devices. Move their money. Maybe even ghost themselves with a whole new set of identities. Cute. Predictable. Not happening. Because before they even had ti to open his ssage, he had already mirrored their entire system—server logs, emails, black-market transactions, encrypted backups, everything.
And he didn't just take a copy; he rewrote access privileges. The mont they tried deleting sothing, they'd realize sothing was very, very wrong.
And then, he waited.
Lex slamd his laptop shut so hard it nearly cracked. His breathing was short, rapid, like a man realizing mid-sprint that he was already in freefall. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"
Cam was faster, already pulling out their backup tablet, fingers flying over the screen. "We need to wipe our tracks now."
Ethan, though? Ethan didn't move. He just stared at his screen, his fingers barely twitching as his mind ran through the probabilities, the odds—how much did this guy already know? Was this recoverable? Was there a way out? Or had they just been caught playing checkers against soone playing 4D chess with a flathrower?
Cam frowned, clicking through their usual wipe commands. Click. Click. Nothing. "...The logs aren't deleting."
Lex's head snapped up. "What?"
Cam tried again, harder this ti, their breath coming shorter. Click. Click. Nothing. A pit ford in their stomach. "I can't— I can't erase anything."
Lex grabbed the main laptop back, moving with the urgency of a drowning man reaching for the surface. He powered through their own security protocols, trying to regain admin access, reroute controls. But the servers weren't theirs anymore. They'd been hijacked.
Ethan's voice was quiet. "This guy—whoever the fuck he is—already owns us." And then another ssage hit Cam's screen.
{Oh? Trying to clean up? Don't bother. I backed everything up. For safety, you know?}
Cam nearly threw the tablet across the room. "Motherfucker! Okay this guy... They're good."
Lex took a slow, deep breath, pressing his fingers against his temples. This was bad. No—this was catastrophic. They were exposed. Completely. And this guy, whoever he was, wasn't bluffing.
But it wasn't over. Not yet.
They had money. Money ant options. If they could secure their accounts, they could still salvage sothing. They just had to move fast. They didn't know Parker had already traced every single one.
Their money wasn't in banks—not the way normal people did it. They weren't dumb. Years of hacking, selling data, pulling digital heists—it all added up. Offshore accounts, burner paynt apps, crypto wallets, decentralized ledgers. A lot of it hidden under layers of fake nas and shell accounts. But Parker? Parker was already inside.
He didn't freeze their accounts. No, that would be too obvious. Too blunt. Instead, he left tiny tripwires inside their financial network—silent alerts that would ping him the second they tried to move a cent.
The mont they tried a transfer, Parker would know. And the mont he knew, he'd lock them out. Cam clicked through one of their accounts. So far, so good. They copied one of their ergency wallets and tried moving funds to a backup.
A new pop-up hit the screen.
{Hey. Nice try. Too bad I was already here. Now be stupid enough to make another stupid click and you will see. Don't be a smart ass Cum.}
Cam's stomach bottod out. The fact that they had just called called him Cum also hit it's way into him.
Lex stared at the screen, heartbeat thudding in his ears. He tried a different account. Locked. Another. Sa thing. One by one, every financial escape they had—cut off.
{Lex, you too. One click and you're done for!}
Ethan ran a shaking hand through his hair. "This isn't real," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "This kind of shit only happens in movies."
Lex exhaled sharply. "He's not just watching us." His voice was grim, like soone trying to convince himself he wasn't afraid. "He's waiting." And they still didn't know how deep it went. Because Parker wasn't just blocking their digital escape. He was erasing their last shred of anonymity.
Lex, Cam, Ethan—they had fake nas, fake histories, digital ghosts instead of footprints. They were careful. They had to be. Years of effort to stay off the radar, to make sure no one could track them back to who they used to be. They weren't ghosts, but they weren't easy to find, either.
Parker had them within minutes.
Real adoption records. Foster hos. Juvenile records. The schools they attended before they 'disappeared.' Their old addresses, old aliases, the nas of their first-grade teachers. He had everything. And just to twist the knife deeper, he made sure they knew he had everything.
Another ssage.
{What's that? Scared? Thinking of running? Don't bother. All your travel docunts—burned. Fake identities? Gone. I even found the old 'Lex Winters' alias you used back in 7th grade. I have everything. You don't exist anymore, except for what I allow.}
Lex's fingers hovered over the keyboard, mind racing for a counterplay, but—what could they even do? He had nothing. They had nothing.
Ethan exhaled sharply, gripping his temples. "What does he want?"
Cam shook their head. "No fucking idea. But whatever it is—"
Lex swallowed hard. "—We don't have a choice." And then Parker did the worst thing he could.
He stopped.
No more ssages. No more threats. Just silence.
No knowing when he'd act. No knowing what he'd do next. Just a slow, creeping paranoia crawling under their skin, making their hands shake every ti they picked up their phones.
They'd wake up every morning wondering if today was the day he dropped every single piece of dirt he had on them to the public. They'd check their emails, dreading the mont their entire lives got dumped on the internet. They'd go to school, pretending—forcing themselves—to act normal, while the walls of their world shrank around them.
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And Parker?
Parker just smiled.
They were right where he wanted them. They can't erase the evidence. Parker already owns their data. They can't run. Their identities are locked down. They can't move their money. Parker is watching every cent. They can't predict his next move. And that's the worst part.
Next step?
Decide their punishnt.
Because Parker wasn't letting this go.
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