Fox was no longer the same person he used to be. He wasn't a crybaby anymore, clinging to anyone who gave him a bit of attention. He wasn't weak or scared anymore. He has changed both internally and externally. All his struggles in the past had only made him stronger. He started his career as a snuff streamer and human trafficker, making a lot of money on it. But the feeling of emptiness never left him, as if something was missing.

He couldn't quite put a finger on why, but he figured it out when their path crossed. They were just another product, a toy he was going to sell for mercy to other fucked up people just like him. Indeed, it was quite a show when they begged to stay with him. And how could he say no to a pretty face like theirs? They're definitely going to be a real star.

He was absolutely right. They actually made a great impression on his audience. Fox watched as they went crazy over them, begging for more and more. Obviously, he wasn't going to break them on the very first stream. After all, he kind of liked them. He just wanted to keep them around. But only for the streams, right?

He would visit them after each stream, making sure they were okay and helping to change their bandages. It was truly weird for him. Fox had never cared so much about his victims, so why now? They had awakened something deep within him, a feeling he had buried long ago deep down in himself, trying to completely forget it. Still, attachment was just a weakness that would prevent him from moving on.

But he couldn't stand to see them go down like that. Normally, he would have watched and enjoyed the show, but seeing them plunge a knife into themself was too much. He started to feel sick as his stomach churned, yet he had to stay cool.

From then on, everything was like in a fog. He remembers ending the stream, snatching the knife away from their bloodied hands. He remembers their pale face as he looked down at them, waiting for the medics to arrive to treat them. In fact, they were going to live, but the healing process was hard and slow due to the large amount of drugs and serious wounds. But they were by his side and that was all he needed. --- He shifted on the soft couch, trying to find a comfortable position. The living room was spacious, with expensive decorations and plants that complemented the cozy atmosphere. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light was a large plasma TV that was currently playing some anime about magical girls. It was one of his favorites, in fact, and no matter how many times he watched it, he always had the same positive emotions from watching it.

He turned his attention to them, snuggled in his arms. Fox was wearing a hoodie with cutouts of hentai girls doing ahegao. They often said it was ugly, but he didn't think so. He leaned closer, nuzzling into their hair, inhaling their scent. It had a soothing effect on him, allowing him to relax even more. The feeling of them in his embrace was almost intoxicating, and he couldn't imagine living a miserable life without them.

He decided to focus on the screen, though. It was about to be his favorite scene, and he couldn't contain his excitement. He nudged them gently to get their attention. "Honey, are you watching? There's an important scene coming up, so pay attention." He whispered in their ear, and it sounded more like an order.