Her job is to turn the six of us into the perfect little “Dolls” for a future pack of Gideon’s choosing.
“Now, you must understand that these packs pay handsomely for Gideon’s products,” Viv told Luna and me after introducing herself to us at the beginning of our captivity. “It’s my job to make sure you meet certain… criteria.”
Cooking.
Cleaning.
Entertaining.
Sex.
More sex.
Ugh.
I’m just glad the sex part didn’t require hands-on experience. Gideon likes his Dolls to be “mostly untouched.” I’m firmly in the “never been touched” category, so I’m a little concerned about what that means for some of the other girls.
However, I haven’t asked.
And I never will.
There are just some horrors of this place that deserve to die here.
I wish I could do more than save only us,I think, my heart skipping a beat as I think about all the other omegas being housed in the Henderson mansion. It’s impossible to help everyone. I know that. But maybe we’ll find a way to come back and take Gideon down in the future.
Alas, I can only focus on the present for now.
Which means I need this damn thing to move faster.
I push up the window just a little bit more so I can slide my whole hand and arm outside. It’s not ideal. In fact, it increases the chances that someone will see me.
But it’s nighttime.
And the guards are more focused on the omega wings than on this area of the estate.
Except the one patrolling the hallway,I think, still listening to his heavy footsteps.An alpha, definitely.
Which means he might be able to smell my natural perfume under all these clothes.
My brow pinches, and I push the window open even more, just in case I need to jump out of it. Maybe the fresh air will help conceal my scent, too.
Regardless, it feels nice. I inhale deeply and attempt to control my racing pulse.
It doesn’t work.
The repetitive thrum echoes in my ears, all while I strain to hear those footsteps outside the door.Did he pause?I wonder, suddenly holding my breath.
However, I hear him pass in the next moment, the goon—Viv calls themguards—leaving.
Thank. God.
I’m in a sitting room of sorts, one I found over a year ago after noting the strategic location in the mansion. The windows are exposed to the elements, making it easier to connect to the satellite network overhead, as there’s no roof or overhang to block my connection.
That it happens to also rarely be used is simply a bonus point. I’ve hidden several “borrowed” devices in here, including the tablet I’m staring at now. It’s one of the many items I’ve taken from the security room stash. No one seems to be missing it. But if it’s found, I’ve already programmed a fail-safe to wipe all evidence of my use if the wrong code is entered three times.
Fortunately, that fail-safe hasn’t been needed since my items have remained untouched.
Which means I’ve been able to accomplish almost everything we needed to prepare for our escape.
