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.
He ends the video.Kashton was right.My stomach turns, and I place my hand over my mouth, gagging into it.
Evan laughs. “That sound brings back memories. I knew if I showed them a video, you’d come running home. You’re so predictable.”
I swallow the bile so I don’t embarrass myself more than I already have.
Turning to give him my back, I yank open the top drawer of my nightstand to grab my gun—I’m going to end this once and for all—but it’s not there.
“Looking for this?”
Slamming the drawer shut, I face Evan to see him pointing it at my chest. I give a manic laugh that makes him frown. “Do it,” I say holding my arms out wide, and he snorts. “Really. You’ll be doing me a favor.” He smiles. “Do it, you fucking coward.” I’m shaking, and my adrenaline is pumping. I’m embarrassed and ashamed. How could I have been so stupid?
He steps into me, the end of my gun pressing into my chest. “I’m the coward?” He cocks his head. “You’re the one who has attempted to kill herself twice and couldn’t succeed. You’re the coward, Eve.”
“I might have let myself down, but at least I don’t have to drug and rape women.”
Pain explodes in my face, and I’m knocked off my feet. I blink rapidly, lying on the floor while he stands over me, yelling. I can’t make out what he’s saying. It’s like I’m in a tunnel, his words echoing.
Touching the side of my face, I feel wetness and then see blood on my shaking fingers.
“Get up, you fucking bitch,” he barks, grabbing my hair and yanking me to my shaking legs.
When he lets go of me, I take the opportunity and run to the kitchen. My hand curls around the knife handle just as he comes up behind me, slamming my body into the counter. My knees hit the cabinets so hard the wood splinters.
“Come on, sis. Don’t be shy now.” He reaches around and squeezes my wrist, forcing me to drop the knife, and I scream in frustration. “You owe me for Haidyn, after all. Or have you already forgotten?”
He places the blade between my legs from behind, and I stiffen when I feel it run up the inside of my leggings. “You think I raped you?” He chuckles. “Stupid bitch. You let me do whatever I wanted with you. You think he fucks you because he loves you? No. He loves fucking you because of how I trained you. I made you the whore you are.” The knife comes to a stop, pressing against my pussy. I gasp for breath, trying to spread my legs farther to keep him from cutting me. “Now…be a good dolly and beg me to fuck you.”
With his hand in my hair, he bends me over, shoving my upper body onto the countertop. I bite my tongue, determined to not make a noise.
