“I do love my Dolls,” I confirm. “Every single one of them.”
“Eh.” Anton waves a hand at the maid. “You! Bring me a fucking coffee. Now!”
She’s off the clock but knows better than to refuse someone as powerful as my uncle, and soon enough a steaming cup sits on the table between us. Rubbing her eyes, the girl retreats before Anton can demand anything else. A few of the guards are yawning, and one of the senior enforcers seems to be asleep on the couch.
Anton smirks. “It’s dead here today. How about we hit a bar in town? There’s nothing to fuck here. The last batch of pussy was already sent off, and the new ones aren’t coming for a week. Though with the new deal with Chernov, the shipments should be more frequent.”
That’s a deal Vasilij Morozov sweetened with my Grace. I barely hold back a snarl, only calming down when Anton drinks from his cup. A crash comes from the back of the room assomeone passes out, followed by a weak call for a doctor. A few people stumble around, panicking.
“What the fuck is happening?” Anton tries to stand up, but I push him back into his seat. His pupils are blown as he frowns at me. “Mikhail?”
“You’re an asshole,” I tell him, raising my voice so he can hear me over the sounds of vomiting. Interesting. I was told the shit would just knock people out, but some of them react differently. “You’ve always been an asshole, but you took me in after my mother died, so I suppose I at least owe you a quick death.”
“What the fuck did you do?”
Anton reaches for his gun, but his movements are sluggish, and I easily knock it out of his hand. “Sedatives,” I explain, pointing at the people in various stages of unconsciousness around us. “I know, poisoning coffee machines and water coolers is melodramatic and cowardly, but I don’t give a shit. You wanted to keep my Doll away from me, and you know what, Uncle? This,” I say, pointing at the tattoo on my forearm, the one stating that Dolls are not for me. Once this shitstorm dies out, I will have to visit Cameron and have him change the words. “It’s a lie. This Dollisfor me. Grace is mine, and you shouldn’t have fucking taken her.”
This situation could have been easily avoided. I served the Morozovs faithfully for nearly two decades. I single-handedly built and ran their most profitable venture. One would think I’d deserve a reward. All they had to do was let me keep one Doll.
Before I met Grace, I would have settled for any of my Dolls because I really loved every single one of them. Maybe not to the same extent as I love Grace, but it was still love. How could I not? I knew them inside and out, their deepest fears and desires. They cried and screamed for me, giving me their tears and their pleasure. I stood by their side as their world changed, and I held their hands through their pain and fear. I broke them and putthem back together so that they could finally be what they were always meant to be. Beautiful Dolls. And then the Morozovs took them away from me and sent them to assholes who never appreciated the beauty I created. The Morozovs are no better than my mother, and they deserve the same fate.
“They will kill you,” Anton says, still struggling to get up even as his head lols from side to side. “The family—”
“The family will burn with the rest of you. You think I only placed the poison here? Please, Uncle. You taught me better. Always go for the head, isn’t that right? Well, the head will die tonight, along with the arms, legs, and fucking intestines or whatever you are in this metaphor. Actually, doesn’t intestines fit? Because you’re full of shit.”
He doesn’t laugh. He’s always been a sour bastard.
“You’ve lost your mind, Mikhail. All this for a piece of cunt?”
I shake my head. Men like my uncle will never understand true love. “All this for my Doll. I will burn the fucking world down for her, and then I will take her and bury myself in her cunt because, yeah. She has a great cunt. Anyway, I have to get going. I’ve got places to be. Thank you for raising me, Uncle. Any last words?”
“You—”
The blade flies from my hand and sinks into his eye socket with a wet crunch. Anton twitches once before his body goes slack. “Yeah. Didn’t think so. See you in hell, Uncle.”
I lock the door behind me as I leave in case anyone gets the bright idea of running away. Not that many people are even awake at this point. Besides, I’ve already activated the mansion’s lockdown protocols, including the phone jammers. Can’t have the firefighters here before the fire consumes everyone inside the building. Everyone has to burn. They will be a fiery offering to my eternal love for Grace.
Once the fires die down, I will hunt the survivors to make sure no one bothers us as Grace and I start our new life together.Then I will collect my Doll, who should be getting rescued right about now. I hate that I won’t be the one to save her from Chernov, but taking him on would probably get me killed, and I don’t intend to die yet, so I have employed others to do the rescuing for me. It’s their job, after all.
Chapter 34
Grace
It’s been two days. Or three? Yeah, probably three. I slept twice already, and it’s evening again, so it must be three, and there’s no rescue in sight. Is Mikhail really planning on leaving me here? Three days ago, I would have laughed at the idea, but the longer I spend here and the more people use me as a living sex toy, the more I doubt it.
I’ve become intimately acquainted with around a dozen of Chernov’s men. It’s impossible to say for sure because I can’t really see their faces when they take turns fucking me from behind. Not that I want to see their faces. They all look the same, anyway. Their features might be different, but that cruel look is always there. I stopped counting blowjobs when I got to fifty, and I never even counted handjobs because what would be thepoint? It’s not all bad, though. By that, I mean that things could be much worse.
On the second day, after finishing off poor Luka, who’d somehow survived the night, the men dragged in a girl. She was possibly even younger than me, with a curvy, full figure. Apparently, she’s been Luka’s accomplice.
I tried to block out everything they did to her, but it was nearly impossible since Chernov had a front-row seat and I was kneeling between his legs, giving him his regular torture-watching blowjob. The girl’s screams were impossible to ignore, and I was lucky Chernov attributed the tears streaming down my face to my deepthroating him and not to sympathy with the poor soul. I’m certain he wouldn’t like me feeling sorry for the “traitor cunt”, as they called her.
As much as they are careful with me, probably terrified of breaking the boss’ fancy toy, they were downright cruel to that girl. That’s how I know how much worse things could get, and why I dread the day Chernov grows bored with me. So far, he’s been enjoying his blowjobs and fucking. He especially loves having me suck his cock while he’s in meetings with his underlings or other men. How he focuses on business while his brain is leaking out of his cock I do not know, but as long as it spares me from torture, I’ll lick him like he’s the most delicious lollipop and gush over his amazing cock.
He’s not a bad Master. He feeds me and lets me sleep in an actual bed. His idea of punishment is a rough ass-fucking which, while far from comfortable, really isn’t a big deal. I realize my perspective is warped, and I should probably be more traumatized by everything, but it’s not like I haven’t been fucked in my ass before. I guess desensitizing Dolls to this kind of treatment was a subtle but very useful part of the training. Mikhail knows what he’s doing. But where is he? He wouldn’t just leave me here, would he?
It’s evening, judging by the darkening sky outside the windows. The over-the-top posh lounge actually has windows, and when I’m not face to face with someone’s pubes, I get to see the sun. Lucky me.
Chernov is lounging in his favorite armchair with a drink in hand, looking all kingly, while a few of his men are running trains on me. Tonight, there’s no one around to torture, which means I’m getting all their attention, and it’s exhausting. I’d be content to let them use me whichever way they want if only I could close my eyes and catch some sleep while they’re having their fun. However, sleeping is next to impossible while choking on someone’s cock, so I stay awake, hoping they’ll be entertained enough by fucking me not to do something worse. They’ve already mentioned wanting to “make the slut scream”. So far, Chernov has always stopped them, but tonight he looks bored too, which doesn’t bode well for me.
