Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“Angel—”
I push around Kashton, shove open the door to the stairwell, and run down them, ignoring Kash calling out behind me. I rush out of the front double doors and down the steps to my car. I don’t even look in my rearview mirror to see if he’s following me as I race home.
I enter my house. How fucking dare they do that? Angry tears roll down my face, and I wipe them away aggressively. I don’t cry—not anymore—but I’m pissed. Embarrassed. This is why I didn’t want to get close with Kashton. I knew better but allowed it to happen anyway.
Entering my bedroom, something gets my attention. An envelope sits on the end of my bed. It looks identical to the one Kash was holding. With shaking hands, I open it up and pull out the contents. The first thing is a picture of me lying in the hospital bed when Bill saved me. I look like shit. Unrecognizable.
It was after I ran into Kashton on the Isabella. Evan punished me for that night. Bill found me six weeks later. I didn’t think I was going to survive much longer. If I didn’t commit suicide, Evan was going to kill me.
I toss it to the floor and look over the report of what had been done to me. Everything my body survived at Dollhouse. Is this what they read? They know everything. Things that I can’t even remember. The drugs cloud your mind. I guess that’s one thing to be thankful for. Months are missing from my life.
“Hey, sis,” a voice says softly from behind me.
My chest tightens. It’s like a fucking nightmare.
I turn around to see Evan standing in the doorway of my bedroom. “Did you do this?” I hold up the envelope. “Did you fucking do this?” I scream.
“I told you Kashton would be a problem. He’d get too close. I had to show them, sis. They needed to see who you really are.”
“Show?” The video? “You…you told me you deleted them.” I’m shaking uncontrollably.
My other half brother, my boyfriend, and his friend all watched this man in my room train me to be a whore. A year is a long time. What video did they watch? How many were there? Everything inside of Dollhouse is recorded so potential clients can view the product. There could be thousands of videos of me there.
It’s a way for them to make more money off the dolls. The ones watching have to pay in order to view the footage. That way Dollhouse can vet them to make sure they’re not getting caught by law enforcement.
He says nothing, and my throat tightens at his silent answer. “You’re a fucking bastard.”
Evan frowns. “He can’t love you, Eve. Not like you need.”
Do I believe that Kashton loves me? No. A woman like me can’t be loved. But I know that he wants to care for me more than anyone else ever has.
Fuck Evan for thinking no one else could love me. Kashton makes me feel…different. He’s helped me accept myself for who I am and what I like in bed.
Evan begins to laugh, and it makes me nervous. Does he know what Kashton has done? That he went to the Lords to request me as his Lady? “You’re a doll, Eve. My dolly.”
“I’m not yours,” I shout.
A smile spreads across his face. “You were when you were coming for me.”
Bile rises and I gag at the thought. “No,” I say in denial. We share a mother—he’s my half brother—and we never had sex. It was never physical. He might have trained me, but it wasn’t like that. They use toys at Dollhouse. He makes it sound like he means something entirely different. “We didn’t…I wouldn’t have…”
“Oh, you did.” He nods his head. “You came all over my fingers, my face, and my cock.”
“You’re lying,” I say through gritted teeth. This is what they do. Lords manipulate you. They wait until you’re at your lowest and then kick you.
He removes his cell from his pocket and shoves it in my face. A video starts to play. It’s of my cell at Dollhouse. I’m on my knees, my upper body strapped in a straitjacket. Other than that, I’m naked from the hips down. Evan stands in front of me. One of his hands in my hair while the other is wrapped around the base of his dick. My blood runs cold as the sound of his cock fucking my face fills the room.
“That’s it, dolly.” He smiles down at me. My eyes are glossed over as I stare up at him. He pulls out and I gasp in a breath. He slaps me hard but holds me in place by my hair before he shoves his spit-covered cock back into my mouth.
My eyes are unfocused and my mind is elsewhere, but it’s me.