We fulfill every Wish E-Book

Sophia Richter

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 130

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

"We fulfill every Wish" In the secret network of the Darknet, rich customers' darkest fantasies come true. But what begins as an untouchable game of power and money quickly escalates into a dangerous hunt in which no one is safe. Intrigue, betrayal and the search for control – a gripping thriller about the dark depths of human desire.

Leseprobe

Title:We fulfill every Wish

Author:Sophia Richter

Biography:

Sophia Richter was born in Berlin in 1985 and grew up in a creative environment that awakened her passion for writing at an early age. Even as a child, she devoured books and began to develop her own stories. After graduating from high school, she decided to start her career in the media industry and worked for several years in the PR and advertising industry. There she gained valuable experience in dealing with language and communication, which she later incorporated into her writing work.

In her early 30s, she finally dared to publish her first story, which immediately attracted the attention of readers and critics. Today, she lives as an author in Hamburg and devotes herself entirely to writing thrillers and psychodramas. In her books, she deals with human depths, power structures and the dark side of society. When she is not writing, she can often be found in cafes or during longWalking along the Elbe, looking for inspiration for their next projects.

Chapter 1: Recruitment

The stuffy air in the run-down internet café in Duisburg smelled of cold sweat and stale coffee. The hum of the old computers was interrupted only by the occasional curse from the gamers who wished each other to hell in online battles. In a dark corner of the room sat David "Skorpion" Stein, his head bent low over a laptop he had stolen from an office months ago. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he tried to hack into an outdated payment system. The screen flashed red. "Access denied." David gritted his teeth. "Man, Scorpio, you've really become a damned nothing." The voice was quiet, feminine and dripping with mockery. He flinched and slowly turned around. Behind him stood a young woman, dressed in a tight leather jacket, the zipper of which was unzipped so wide that her breasts seemed like an unspoken invitation. Her long, black hair was tied in a ponytail that swung along her slender neck. Her eyes - steel gray, ice cold -examined him like a predator examines its prey. “Lina,” David murmured, his throat liketied up. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you that too," she said, flopping down on the broken chair next to him. Her legs crossed elegantly in the tight jeans as she pulled a cigarette out of her jacket and lit it. "But I guess you're doing what you always do: desperately trying to pay off your fucking debts somehow." David grimaced. "What do you want?"

"I want to make you an offer." She leaned back and blew a cloud of smoke into the air. "You're broke, you have no prospects, and you'd probably be dead by now if I hadn't pulled you out of the shit two years ago. Now it's your turn to do me a favor."

“I don’t owe you anything,” he hissed. Lina laughed. It was a cold, amused laugh that cut him to the core. "Oh, sweetheart, you owe me more than you could ever pay back. But don't worry, I'm in a generous mood today. I have a job for you that could solve all your little problems." David shook his head. "I'm out of your shit, Lina. I don't hack bank accountsanymore, I'm not getting you any more fake identities. I just want —"

"—living a boring life?" She leaned forward, her lips inches from his face. "That's cute. But we both know that's not your truth. You like the thrill, the risk. And I'm not talking about a few puny credit card scams. I'm talking about the big leagues, Scorpio. The shit where the blood splatters and the dollars flow."

David swallowed hard. “Blood?” "Yes, blood." She let the word slip from her lips with the emphasis of a declaration of love. "I'm building something that's beyond anything you can imagine. Exclusive experiences for people who are bored. Rich, perverted, sick pigs who are willing to pay for their little... desires. And I need someone to make sure their wishes are fulfilled without the cops getting wind of it." David frowned. "What cravings?" Lina took a drag on her cigarette before slowly putting it out in the ashtray. "Well, the whole thing. You know, rapes, hunting people, maybe a little murder here and there. Things that society considersimmoral. But believe me, there are a lot of assholes out there who will pay millions for this shit."

“You’re sick,” David murmured, his face ashen. "Maybe." She smiled sweetly as she leaned back again. "But I'm also damn rich. And you could be too. Listen, Scorpio. You're a terrible hacker, but I like you. You have potential, and I want you to be part of my team. You take care of the technology, secure the videos we need for the blackmail, and keep the police at bay. Easy, right?" David stared at her. "What if I say no?" Lina giggled and pulled a small knife out of her jacket pocket, which flashed in the dim light of the room. "Then I'll think of something else. Maybe I'll tell the nice gentlemen from the police what you have on your laptop. Or I'll just cut off your fingers. We'll see."

"You're not quite clean anymore."

"I've never been." She leaned forward, took his chin in her slender fingers and forced him to look her straight in the eyes. "But do you know what the difference is betweenme and you, Scorpio? I have balls. I do what others only dream of. And I won't let anyone who stands in my way live. Think about it."

She let go of him, stood up and threw a 50 euro note on the table. "Here, pay for your coffee. See you tomorrow at midnight in the old industrial area. If you don't come... well, good luck with your miserable life."

She walked to the door, her boots clicking on the floor. Before she disappeared, she turned around and winked at him. "Oh, and bring your best game, sweetheart. We're going to the top." David stared at the bill in front of him. His stomach was turning while his brain was working feverishly. He knew Lina was dangerous. But she was right: he loved the thrill. And if he was honest, he had no choice.

Chapter 2: The First Customer The setting was perfect. An abandoned hotel on the outskirts of Berlin, overgrown with ivy and so quiet you could hear your own breathing. The city was only a few kilometers away, but out here it felt like a parallel world. Lina stood in the largest of the dusty rooms, which she had hastily furnished with a mattress, a chair and some cable ties. It looked like a scene from a cheap horror film - exactly what her client had wanted. "Are you sure he's really paying that much?" David, who was standing in the corner, nervously fiddling with his laptop, looked up at Lina. He looked like someone trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up.

"Of course he's paying," Lina said coldly, lighting a cigarette. She took a deep breath before slowly exhaling the smoke. "These assholes always pay. For them, it's just another thrill, like a damn bungee jump. The difference? This turns them on."

David shook his head. "But that's sick, Lina. Rape? Even if we're just acting it out..." Lina cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Stop pestering me, Scorpio. He wants it to look real. He specifically insisted that the 'victim' scream, cry, fight back. For him, that's the thrill."

"And what if she... if she really gets hurt? Or worse?"

Lina turned to him slowly, her gray eyes like two cold blades. "We are in control. It's going exactly as I planned. Jana will play her role and Klaus will do the rest. No one will die if you don't scream like a wimp and mess up the technology." David avoided her gaze, his stomach clenching. "That's not what you promised me."

"Oh, come on," said Lina, stepping closer to him. She put a hand on his shoulder, her voice suddenly soft as velvet. "We agreed that we would only fulfill our customers' wishes. It's a service, David. Nobody is forcing you to be moral. This is a business. And believe me, morality is for the poor. We make millions here." Before David could answer, they heard the screeching of tires. “Our guest is here,” saidLina smiled sardonically and threw the cigarette on the floor, crushing it with her boot before turning towards the entrance.

The man who entered was in his early 50s, with a perfectly fitted suit and a face that said he was used to getting his way. His name was Rolf Hartmann, a real estate mogul from Berlin, known for his donations to charities and his love of expensive wine. But here he was not the benefactor. Here he was a hunter. "Lina, I presume?" His voice was deep and confident, but his eyes twitched nervously as he looked at the mattress and the improvised scenery.

“Mr. Hartmann.” Lina held out her hand to him, her smile charming and businesslike. “Welcome. I hope the journey wasn’t too strenuous.” "No, no." He looked around, his hands buried in the pockets of his coat. "Everything as discussed?"

"Of course." She nodded towards a door. "The 'victim' is waiting over there. But I want to emphasize again that you follow the rules. No permanent damage. No weapons. And when you say the code word 'end',Klaus immediately closed the scene.”

Hartmann nodded, his lips a thin line. "Understood."

"Good." She stepped aside and let him pass. "By the way, the cameras are running, as agreed. Just a reminder so you can enjoy the scene later." David bit his lip as he checked the live stream on his laptop. Four cameras showed the different perspectives of the room where Jana lay tied up on the mattress. She was wearing a torn dress, her hair was disheveled, and her face was so manipulated with makeup that she looked as if she had been screaming for hours. “Are you okay?” Lina mumbled as she stood next to him.

“This feels wrong,” he whispered. "It feels that way because you still think like a loser," she said coolly. "Get used to it. We're making history, Scorpio."

Inside, the “event” began. Hartmann didn’t say a word as he threw himself at Jana, her screams filling the room. It was a hideous performance, realistic down to the smallest detail. David felt himself getting sick, but he forced himself not to look at the screen.to lose sight of. But then something happened that was not planned. Hartmann grabbed Jana's neck, his hands closed around her neck. Her acting suddenly turned into a real fight, her screams into real panic.

“Shit!” David shouted, jumped up and stared at Lina.

Lina held him back with a firm grip. "No."

"He's killing her!"

"No," Lina said quietly, her eyes sparkling. "That's his problem."

Seconds later, Jana collapsed. The room fell silent. Hartmann stared at the lifeless woman in front of him as the reality of his actions slowly sank in.

“That… that wasn’t planned…” he stuttered and turned to Lina, who now entered the room smiling.

"No problem," she said. "The video looks fantastic. Congratulations, Mr. Hartmann. You've just had the most expensive time of your life." Hartmann stared at her in horror, while David leaned against the doorframe, his hands shaking. “Thewas murder," he whispered. "Yes," said Lina coldly. "And now the fun really begins."

Chapter 3: The First Blackmail Victim The café in Charlottenburg was exclusive, a place for the elite, who came here to discuss style, business and discretion. Rolf Hartmann was sitting at one of the tables at the back, shielded by tall plants. His face was pale, beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. In his hands he held a cup of espresso that he had barely touched. His eyes twitched nervously at the woman who had sat down in front of him: Lina.

She was perfectly dressed for the occasion. An elegant black dress that accentuated her figure, a subtle pearl necklace and a seductive smile. No one who saw her would have guessed that she had been busy producing a murder video the night before.

"Mr. Hartmann," she began, her voice calm and controlled. "I hope you had a pleasant night. I've heard that some people have trouble sleeping after... intense experiences."

Hartmann's hands clenched around the cup. "Why am I here?" His voice was a low growl, suppressed by panic.

“Straight to the point, just how I like it.” Lina leaned back as she got out of herdesigner handbag and pulled out a tablet. She unlocked it with a swipe of her finger and placed it on the table in front of Hartmann.

The video started playing immediately, showing him lunging at Jana, her screams filling the soundtrack. The camera angles changed professionally - close-ups of his face twisted with anger and lust, close-ups of her hands desperately trying to free themselves. Finally, the scene where his grip on her neck tightened until her body sank limply onto the mattress. Hartmann's breathing became heavy, his eyes widened. "Turn that off," he hissed, looking around frantically to see if anyone nearby had noticed the video.

Lina obeyed and put the tablet back in her bag. "Impressive performance, Mr. Hartmann. You did exactly what our customers demand: authenticity."

"It wasn't real! It was supposed to be a simulation!" He leaned forward, his voice a panicked whisper. "It was an accident!" Lina raised an eyebrow. "An accident that is now stored on several servers. And if you're wondering who has access to it - at the moment only me. But, as you probably understand,other people might find this material very... interesting. Your family, for example. Or your colleagues." Hartmann's face turned even paler. "What do you want?"

Lina smiled sweetly and leaned forward. Her voice was almost loving now. "Just a small compensation for the effort we had to make your special wish come true. A seven-figure sum. No questions, no discussions. Transfer within the next 48 hours to the account whose details I am sending you right away."

“One... one million?” whispered Hartmann and shook his head. “That's crazy.”

"Incredible?" Lina laughed quietly. "I call it a bargain. You see, Mr. Hartmann, I don't do things by halves. You got what you paid for. But now that things have become a little more... complicated, all I ask is that you pay me appropriate compensation for my effort and my silence." Hartmann was silent, his head sank into his hands. "I can't pay for that. Even if I wanted to. I don't have that much cash."

Lina casually flicked an invisible piece of fluff from her shoulder. "Then make it liquid. Sell some properties, reduce your collection of vintage cars, whatever. You're a businessman, I'm sure you'll find a solution."

He raised his head, despair in his eyes. "What if I don't pay?"

Lina leaned forward, her face inches from his. Her voice became low, dangerous. "Then I will send this video to your wife. To your daughter. To every business partner you have. And believe me, I will make sure it goes viral. You will not only lose everything - money, reputation, family. You will be a disgrace. And sooner or later the police will come."