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Shota 007n7 had grown up in an abusive family. His parents had always forced him to hack the Builder Brothers' pizzeria; fortunately for him, Elliot eventually adopted him. --------------------------------------------
7n7 was dusting the shelf when he stumbled against the table holding that vase... The very vase that had just shattered into a thousand pieces... The very vase Elliot had bought for €1,000 at an auction. What would he tell Elliot? Would he hit him with a whip, like the children in the tapes Elliot hid under his bed? Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't.
Elliot was always patient with him, even when Seven didn't finish his meal. It was clear that all those years of abuse had left their mark. Whenever Seven finished his plate without Elliot forcing him, he would get a kiss. When he behaved well all day, Elli let him sleep in his bed, and they would cuddle. In the end, Sev would be covered in "love juice"; he always felt guilty about staining the sheets. But would he really let this slide?
Speaking of sheets, Elli kept the washing machines in the basement. He had strictly forbidden Seven from going down there; maybe he could hide there... He wiped away the tears threatening to fall, then headed toward Elli's bedroom.
It was a large room; certificates congratulating him on being "Employee of the Month" hung on the wall. The bed was made with silk sheets, and the curtains were among the most expensive money could buy. A dresser stood near the bed; the tapes Elliot hid were in the bottom drawer. Right next to them lay the key to the basement. They were fairly easy to find for a hacker like Seven.
7n7 was so eager to open that door. Guess what was inside? A small office with a box full of other tapes. Sev could watch them to kill time. There were also the famous washing machines and a bed—the kind of military-style cot Seven had seen on TV.