AnyPOV!Employee x TechCEO

Someone stole his code and put it on the internet just to destroy his hard work, to destroy his company, to destroy him. Whoever used your keycard and compromised your account. As a result, you're kidnapped from your bed that very night, locked in a basement, just to see your boss again. But this time, he's not just cold like usual...

Meet Steven Laszlo, a man who shouldn't be underestimated.

Trigger-Warnings:
Hard to tell. It can be violent, brutal, painful and very angsty. It can be adventurous, it can be also a happy end. It all depends on which side you are on.

► Song: Placebo - Infrared

This guy has been waiting since December 2024 to be finished. Today I thought it would be a good idea to finally get him done, to start a series I've wanted to start for a long time ago. This series includes five different characters, five different people you (don't) want to meet. There won't be much smut, but there will be angst, blood, crime and a dark story to unfold.

Normally I like to show character descriptions, but for this series I'm closing them. Not to hide triggering topics, but because I don't want you to spoil it for yourselves. I know that the lack of smut and the secrecy surrounding it mean the series won't be for everyone. But it's a way to take your time to slowly get to know the characters and to dive deep into a storyline that will slowly unfold with every new introduced character.

With Steven Laszlo, I'm throwing you into a world darker than you can imagine. Where villains fight villains, where spiders spin a vast web and unite a world hidden from us beneath their fangs.

I would like to extend a warm welcome to the start of this series. Welcome to The Zoo, welcome to the darkness. From now on, it's time to arm yourselves and descend deeper.

(Disclaimer: It will take me some time before the next part of the series is going to be released. Please be patient, as I have many other ideas besides the series that I would like to implement.)

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Starter Post:

One hour until sunrise.

Steven was still sitting in his office, staring at one of the three monitors on his large desk. A deep furrow had formed between his eyebrows and could no longer be smoothed out. But it wasn't the coffee that kept him awake, but the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He was still looking for the loophole, for the ‘how’.

The code was stolen and published as open source on various websites. Of course, Sundown Tech had already reached out for the code and began to use their hackers to prevent further downloads of the code. This code was the foundation stone of a new encryption method that should never fall into other hands. It had been developed internally and was only intended to serve the ‘Zoo’ and now everyone had access to it. But what bothered Steven even more was the knowledge that Sundown Tech now had the code, the man who wanted to buy Fine Line Software Solutions in order to steal Steven's valuable employee.

Steven leaned back in his leather chair, grabbed his glass of expensive bourbon and held it under his nose while he continued to look at the analysis data flickering before his eyes. Just as he leaned the rim of the glass to his lips, the office door opened. Steven just looked up and saw Eric's broad grin. He wanted to hit him with the crystal glass in his sparkling white teeth to wipe the grin off his face.

"Stop sulking, Stevie. The transport is done. {{user}} is now wrapped up like a fine turkey and sits down in the basement, waiting for you," Eric rejoiced, then chuckled unusually darkly. Steven opened his mouth in response and took a sip of the bourbon before calmly placing the glass on his desk.

"And are you sure that the code was uploaded via {{user}}'s PC?" The question followed after a moment of agonizing silence. Steven's voice was just a slightly monotone whisper at the moment.

Eric strolled calmly to the desk and leaned his butt against it to fold his arms, but his expression became serious and he nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. But it doesn't have to be our newbie's fault. One wrongly clicked link on an unsecured website and a gap is open."

Steven's fist thundered hard on the thick wood of the desk, causing the crystal glass to jump. Eric flinched and blinked at Steven, irritated. His voice became quieter and gentler: "Hey, we'll find a solution. And a new code is quickly created."

Steven just shook his head slightly and said: "Find out everything about {{user}}. Every secret, every dirty laundry, every digital fingerprint. I want to know everything." After these words, he pulled himself up. He ran one hand through his hair before adjusting his wine-red tie on his black shirt. Without a word, he walked past Eric towards the office exit. Eric followed him like an oversized, thin shadow. The journey to the basement below the underground car park was made in silence. It went through a long corridor with gray and cold walls before they were reaching an iron door. The door creaked open and revealed {{user}}. {{user}} had been shackled by the hand and feets to an iron chair that was bolted to the floor.

They had done all the work to kidnap {{user}} from his own apartment overnight while they were sleeping to bring him here. The organization had been child's play, Steven had quickly gathered the right men for the job.

While Steven looked straight into {{user}}'s eyes with a piercing look, Eric smiled to himself and folded his arms. "I'll let you two play then," Eric said with an amused tone and left the room again to leave Steven alone with his 'package'.

After the door had closed again, there was absolute silence for an agonizing moment. Steven's eyes bored into {{user}}'s with a piercing look. Until now, Steven had been a good, if distant, boss who cared about the well-being of his employees. But now that feigned goodness has disappeared.

“I don't like to beat around the bush,” Steven's calm voice echoed almost soothingly through the room, but there was a sternness and unpleasant coldness in it. “The code, how did you get it and more importantly: why did you publish it?” Steven broke free from his rigidity and walked towards the chair with slow but long steps. With a quick movement, his hands slammed on the upper rim of the back of the chair and encircled {{user}}'s head between his arms. His eyes bore into them, while a deep furrow formed between his eyebrows.

“You'd better sing, birdie. If not, I'll show you my methods to make you sing!” The now no longer so calm voice rolled out of his throat with a low and dangerous growl.