Hacking Hearts
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Lot 722. The Returned, #1
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- ISBN978-3-911929-03-5
- EAN9783911929035
- Date de parution14/11/2025
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- ÉditeurRavenshead Press
Résumé
One auction. One year. One name that wasn't his. Teal Weaver is eighteen when he calculates the price of his family's survival. 26.7 million euros. 365 days. His body, his autonomy, his name-all transferred to the highest bidder. They call him Lot 722 at auction. The twins who buy him call him Purple. For a year, he's property-streamed, commanded, used. The contract is legal. The cameras never stop.
And the person his family is waiting for slowly disappears. This is what survival costs when the system makes exploitation legal. When desperation looks like choice. When you forget your own name because Purple is what you answer to now. This is the year that destroys him. The day he gets out and can't go home. The community of ghosts who build a harbor for the ones who can't go back. The choice to weaponize the cameras that exploited him and stream the truth they never wanted told.
From the auction block to River's Harbor. From merchandise to survivor to truth-teller. This is Lot 722. A Word from TealMy name is Teal Weaver. This is my story. What you're about to read is the year that destroyed me-a year as property, as merchandise, as Purple. This book contains explicit sexual content in the context of coercion and commodification: power dynamics, psychological manipulation, dehumanization, abuse.
All part of a system that breaks people and calls it legal. My world isn't real, and the author doesn't endorse these horrors. They're not glorifying-they're holding up a mirror to show how systems twist survival into something monstrous. But the mechanics? The way desperation gets called choice? The way people calculate whether destroying themselves is worth saving who they love? That mirrors your world too.
If you can't handle explicit depictions of sexual exploitation, psychological degradation, and trauma-turn back now. But if you need to understand what it costs to survive as merchandise, what it means to be property and somehow claw your way back-stay. This is the fire. It doesn't flinch. It doesn't soften. My name is Teal Weaver. I was Lot 722. I became Purple. This is what that means.
And the person his family is waiting for slowly disappears. This is what survival costs when the system makes exploitation legal. When desperation looks like choice. When you forget your own name because Purple is what you answer to now. This is the year that destroys him. The day he gets out and can't go home. The community of ghosts who build a harbor for the ones who can't go back. The choice to weaponize the cameras that exploited him and stream the truth they never wanted told.
From the auction block to River's Harbor. From merchandise to survivor to truth-teller. This is Lot 722. A Word from TealMy name is Teal Weaver. This is my story. What you're about to read is the year that destroyed me-a year as property, as merchandise, as Purple. This book contains explicit sexual content in the context of coercion and commodification: power dynamics, psychological manipulation, dehumanization, abuse.
All part of a system that breaks people and calls it legal. My world isn't real, and the author doesn't endorse these horrors. They're not glorifying-they're holding up a mirror to show how systems twist survival into something monstrous. But the mechanics? The way desperation gets called choice? The way people calculate whether destroying themselves is worth saving who they love? That mirrors your world too.
If you can't handle explicit depictions of sexual exploitation, psychological degradation, and trauma-turn back now. But if you need to understand what it costs to survive as merchandise, what it means to be property and somehow claw your way back-stay. This is the fire. It doesn't flinch. It doesn't soften. My name is Teal Weaver. I was Lot 722. I became Purple. This is what that means.
One auction. One year. One name that wasn't his. Teal Weaver is eighteen when he calculates the price of his family's survival. 26.7 million euros. 365 days. His body, his autonomy, his name-all transferred to the highest bidder. They call him Lot 722 at auction. The twins who buy him call him Purple. For a year, he's property-streamed, commanded, used. The contract is legal. The cameras never stop.
And the person his family is waiting for slowly disappears. This is what survival costs when the system makes exploitation legal. When desperation looks like choice. When you forget your own name because Purple is what you answer to now. This is the year that destroys him. The day he gets out and can't go home. The community of ghosts who build a harbor for the ones who can't go back. The choice to weaponize the cameras that exploited him and stream the truth they never wanted told.
From the auction block to River's Harbor. From merchandise to survivor to truth-teller. This is Lot 722. A Word from TealMy name is Teal Weaver. This is my story. What you're about to read is the year that destroyed me-a year as property, as merchandise, as Purple. This book contains explicit sexual content in the context of coercion and commodification: power dynamics, psychological manipulation, dehumanization, abuse.
All part of a system that breaks people and calls it legal. My world isn't real, and the author doesn't endorse these horrors. They're not glorifying-they're holding up a mirror to show how systems twist survival into something monstrous. But the mechanics? The way desperation gets called choice? The way people calculate whether destroying themselves is worth saving who they love? That mirrors your world too.
If you can't handle explicit depictions of sexual exploitation, psychological degradation, and trauma-turn back now. But if you need to understand what it costs to survive as merchandise, what it means to be property and somehow claw your way back-stay. This is the fire. It doesn't flinch. It doesn't soften. My name is Teal Weaver. I was Lot 722. I became Purple. This is what that means.
And the person his family is waiting for slowly disappears. This is what survival costs when the system makes exploitation legal. When desperation looks like choice. When you forget your own name because Purple is what you answer to now. This is the year that destroys him. The day he gets out and can't go home. The community of ghosts who build a harbor for the ones who can't go back. The choice to weaponize the cameras that exploited him and stream the truth they never wanted told.
From the auction block to River's Harbor. From merchandise to survivor to truth-teller. This is Lot 722. A Word from TealMy name is Teal Weaver. This is my story. What you're about to read is the year that destroyed me-a year as property, as merchandise, as Purple. This book contains explicit sexual content in the context of coercion and commodification: power dynamics, psychological manipulation, dehumanization, abuse.
All part of a system that breaks people and calls it legal. My world isn't real, and the author doesn't endorse these horrors. They're not glorifying-they're holding up a mirror to show how systems twist survival into something monstrous. But the mechanics? The way desperation gets called choice? The way people calculate whether destroying themselves is worth saving who they love? That mirrors your world too.
If you can't handle explicit depictions of sexual exploitation, psychological degradation, and trauma-turn back now. But if you need to understand what it costs to survive as merchandise, what it means to be property and somehow claw your way back-stay. This is the fire. It doesn't flinch. It doesn't soften. My name is Teal Weaver. I was Lot 722. I became Purple. This is what that means.
