Hacker Girl Vex

The hum of cooling fans filled the cramped computer room, a symphony of whirs and clicks that drowned out the world beyond its steel walls. At the center of it all sat Vex, her fingers dancing across a keyboard with a precision that bordered on artistry. Her black tank top clung to her curves, her bust straining against the fabric, but it was the glinting steel collar around her neck that caught the eye - a slave collar, a relic of her past she refused to shed.

She wasn’t alone. Rows of servers loomed like silent sentinels, their blinking lights casting a kaleidoscope of green and red across her pale skin. Vex’s eyes, sharp and unyielding, flicked between three monitors, each displaying a torrent of code. She was deep in the grid, infiltrating a corporate mainframe that thought itself untouchable. Her lips curled into a smirk as firewalls crumbled under her touch.

The collar wasn’t just decoration. It had once been a shackle, forced on her by the syndicate that owned her skills - until she’d turned their own tech against them, frying their systems and vanishing into the dark web. Now, it was a trophy, a reminder of the chains she’d broken. But tonight, it felt heavier. The job was personal: a data vault holding secrets about her missing sister.

A ping sounded - intrusion detected. They were onto her. Vex’s pulse quickened, but her hands stayed steady. She unleashed a worm she’d coded in her downtime, watching it devour their countermeasures. The screen flared with victory: files decrypted. Her sister’s name glowed in the data stream.

She yanked the drive free, tucked it into her bra, and slipped out the back, the collar cold against her skin. Freedom wasn’t free - but she’d just paid the price.