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)
“Give me a second.” I close the door and go back over to the bed and kiss her cheek. When she doesn’t show any signs of waking, I’m sure she’ll remain asleep. I don’t want her to wake up and be scared that I’m not here.
Exiting the room, we silently ride the elevator down to the basement and push through the plastic strip curtains. Saint connects his phone to the TV that hangs on the wall in the corner.
“We should bring Isabella out,” I say, and they both turn to look at me. “I’d bet my life this is about Eve and Dollhouse.” Who else would it be about? Evan is fucking with me. He wants me to see his dolly. Every chance he gets, he wants to remind me of how much she wanted him. “She was in the last one.” I’ve avoided going to her, afraid she’d tell my brothers too much information about Eve. Now I know this bitch knows everything.
Haidyn nods. “I’ll get her,” he agrees, then takes off down the hallway to get the fucking bitch.
While Saint is connecting the feed, Haidyn drags Isabella into the room and shoves her to the floor. “Kneel,” he barks, positioning her on her knees.
“It’s ready,” Saint announces, pointing the remote up to the TV, and the video starts to play.
The room looks different from the other video we watched.
This one has padded walls. It reminds me of a psych ward. There’s a chair in the middle of the room that resembles a dentist’s chair.
Evan enters and holds the door open. Blood drips from an open wound on his right cheek. I hope my girl is who gave it to him. “Put her in the chair,” he orders.
The same younger kid from the previous video drags Eve in and tosses her into the chair.
I run a hand down my face when I see they’ve got her in a straitjacket. Other than that, she’s naked.
Her head falls back, and her eyes wander aimlessly around the room. A fresh red mark evident on her face tells me she attacked him and was then restrained and slapped around.
“You seem to like pain, Eve.” Evan laughs. “Let’s test and see how much.” He picks up his cell and presses a few buttons. Then she begins to move, her hips rocking back and forth in the chair and her eyes falling closed on a whimper.
She’s got a vibrator in. Makes me wonder if it’s in her pussy or ass. Possibly both.
He keeps his back to the camera, getting items ready, laying them out on a tray. “Put this on her and strap her down. Nice and tight. I don’t want her moving while I work.” Evan throws what looks like a black leather collar over his shoulder to the young Lord, who then pushes her to sit up so he can place it around her neck. It’s a posture collar with a mouth cover. It comes high enough to also cover up her cheeks and lips.
He fastens the six belts behind her before pushing her to lie down. It forces her to arch her neck in the new position. The kid then proceeds to strap her ankles, thighs, and chest down to the chair before he takes a step back and watches her.
By the way her eyes are unfocused and her lack of fight, I’d say she’s either going in and out of consciousness or she’s getting off on the vibrator.
When Evan turns around, I frown, trying to figure out what the fuck he’s up to. He rolls the tray next to her chair and grabs the last strap from under the chair and buckles it over her forehead, holding her head down to the chair with her neck arched back from the strict collar. “How’s your cunt feel?” he asks, slapping her thigh, and her body jerks when she moans.
He smiles. “Yeah. I knew you’d come around. Too bad you couldn’t have done this sooner, dolly. But just in case you decide to misbehave again, I want to give you a reminder of who is in charge here.” He then picks up a pair of gloves and slides them over his hands. Moving to her nose, he starts pinching it and moving his fingers around while she lies there strapped to the chair.
“That’s the sweet spot,” he says to himself before picking up a square white packet and ripping it open. It’s an antiseptic wipe. He proceeds to clean her nose before he tosses it to the side and grabs a tool from the tray I recognize as Pennington forceps. Evan places it on her septum where his fingers just were, the clamps pinching it tightly.
She blinks rapidly, her eyes instantly filling with unshed tears at the discomfort they cause.
“Don’t worry. All slaves get a bull ring. It’s to show you’re just an animal. A pet to be trained. Once you’re sold, your owner can choose to remove it.” He then picks up the needle. I expect her to scream into the gag and fight, but she places her tear-filled eyes on the ceiling, her breathing picking up and her nostrils flaring.