“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.
My heart swells for my girl even as my stomach knots. She’s trying to be tough. To prove that she can take whatever he does to her. Either that, or she’s given up. I don’t even want to think about that. They said she had already tried suicide once before she arrived at Dollhouse. She hasn’t tried inside of Dollhouse yet if he said she was still fighting him.
He pushes the needle through her septum, and her eyes scrunch shut while he pushes the silver ring in simultaneously. Evan starts to screw the silver ring in place as he says, “Now, typically, a septum is pierced with a sixteen or an eighteen gauge. This is a 14-gauge. And in a few weeks, I will stretch it to a 12-gauge. It will be painful but doable, of course. You will be unable to remove it, for it is permanent and will be up to your owner’s discretion.”
She still had it on the night of theIsabella. I thought it was dainty and cute. Now I feel sick to my stomach seeing why she had it.
Tears run out the corners of her eyes, and she breathes heavily through her freshly pierced nose. “Take her back to her room,” he orders, removing his gloves and walking to stand back at the counter behind her.
The kid undoes the restraints and lifts her to stand from the chair, but her legs give out and she falls to her knees.
“Sir?” he asks, stepping back from a shaking Eve.
Evan walks back to her. He grips her hair, shoving her face to the floor. Crouching beside her, she shoves her ass and pussy up in the air, and he runs his hand between her legs and brings it to his face, rubbing his wet fingers together. “Came all over your toy like a good whore.” He pulls her to standing by her hair, and she screams into the gag before Evan shoves her into the guy. “Return her as is.”
“The collar, sir?” the kid asks cautiously.
“Just as she is,” Evan shouts at him.
“Yes, sir.” He nods and pulls her out of the room as the door shuts behind them.
