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The neon sign outside "The Glitch" flickered, casting a stuttering pink light over Leo’s face. At seventeen, he was the face of the most popular gaming stream in the country. To his four million followers, he was "GlitchKing," the untouchable prodigy with the lightning reflexes. To his manager, a man named Silas who smelled of expensive cologne and cold ambition, Leo was simply "The Asset." The stream was live. free porn teen abuse
"You rest when the sub-goal is hit," Silas replied, his voice a low, jagged blade. "Do you know how many kids would kill for this chair? Don’t be ungrateful. Now, smile for the camera and give them the 'King’s Grin.'" The screen went black as Silas yanked the