“You’re the prettiest toy I’ve ever seen.” His hand squeezes my neck, restricting my already heavy breathing, and my body jerks involuntarily. “Enjoy this, Eve.” He leans down and gently kisses my forehead. “You’re going to be like this for the day.” Then he releases my throat and steps away from the side of the bed.
My head drops to the bed, and I suck in a shaky breath through my runny nose, trying to collect my thoughts. To stay in the moment. It’s so easy to fall into myself, but he wants me present.
This is a test, and I will pass it. For him. Toys are tossed away when they’re no longer fun.
I scream into the tape when the plug in my ass starts to vibrate too.
Fuck.He was right. This is going to be a long day.
He sets his cell down on the nightstand next to the bed, and “Dance With The Devil” by Breaking Benjamin starts to drown out my gagged cries.
FORTY-FOUR
KASHTON
Ikept Eve at my house for two days. I was so proud of her. As hard for her as I know it was, she stayed with me. I made her focus on her body. Every orgasm, every spank, and every bite of my belt. She knew it was me, and when she wasn’t gagged, it was my name she called out and begged to fuck her.
We returned to Carnage yesterday afternoon. With the neighbor being weird, I didn’t want to keep her there long. I got a group text from Bill last night while I was lying in bed with Eve, telling me to meet him at Dollhouse this morning. I told her that the guys and I had somewhere we had to go. She didn’t even question it.
My brothers and I decided to ride in the Cadillac SUV instead of taking our bikes, and none of us has said a word. We’re all wondering what the fuck we’re doing here.
We enter the building at the back of the property—Dollhouse—and stand around waiting for Bill to arrive. The place gives me the creeps. It’s large and eerily quiet. Definitely old money and needs to be renovated. Better yet, someone should just bulldoze every structure on the land and then burn what’s left. Sick things have happened on this property to innocent people.
A lot of twisted things take place at Carnage, but those bastards deserve it. We don’t imprison children, and we don’t rape women. Now, we do make sure that any woman brought in is sterilized, because it’s no place for children.
Dollhouse is a whole new level of hell.
“What do you think this is about?” Saint questions, checking his watch.
“Whatever it is, it can’t be good,” Haidyn guesses, looking around.
The door opens and we all turn to see Bill enter with Adam behind him.
“This really isn’t good,” Haidyn mumbles.
I haven’t told my brothers that I’ve been in touch with Adam lately or that I have his number. For all I know, Haidyn is still in contact with him as well. They all seem to have their secrets,so I’ll keep mine.
We say our hellos and hug our brother. “What’s going on?” I demand, getting to the point.
Something tells me this has to do with Everett, and the fact that Bill wants to share it with Saint and Haidyn is putting me on edge. Has she done something? Do they want us to take her into Carnage as a prisoner? I won’t let them do it. If something needs to be done regarding my girl, I’ll handle it on my terms and in a space only I control. No one touches her, and no one else gets to decide her fate.
“Follow me.” Bill turns, and we silently follow him through the cold building and down a flight of stairs, coming to a stop at a set of double metal doors. Several hasps and staples run down the center of the doors, making sure to keep whatever is on the other side in, but they’re currently missing the padlocks to keep them locked in place.
Bill pushes them open, and the smell of rotting fish and cold air hits our faces. We’re used to this shit, but even now, it makes me want to gag.
They open to a large hallway that consists of concrete floors and walls. From experience, I know they’re the easiest to keep clean. The drains strategically placed on the floor and butted up next to the wall three feet from one another prove my point.
We follow after him and Adam, passing door after door, and I notice that each room has a red bulb above the door. “What are those for?” I ask, gesturing to one when they turn to look at me.
“Training in progress,” Bill answers, and my stomach drops.It is about Eve.“They are lit when the room is in use.”
We turn a corner, and I catch sight of cameras facing each direction, showing those who are coming and going. Makes it hard for anyone to escape when they’re watching your every move.
Coming to a stop, he pushes one of the doors open, and we enter single file. Someone flips on a light switch. A cluster of LED lights shine down from the ceiling in the center of the concrete room. It looks like an operation setup at first glance, but they highlight a metal chair. The wall behind the chair has a countertop from wall to wall with cabinets underneath it. The first things I’ve seen that aren’t concrete. Instead they are stainless steel. Each one has a lock on it.
“What is it?” Saint questions, stepping forward, but we all know what it is.
It’s a bondage chair bolted in place to the floor. Definitely handmade for Dollhouse. The top half reminds me of a cross—an upright post, along with the crosspiece in the center, both narrow in size. No more than four inches wide in width. The bottom has two metal legs. The center where a seat would be doesn’t exist. It looks uncomfortable as fuck.
