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Fingers touch the small of my back and the heat from Red’s body warms my skin as he leans in close. “Keep moving, Dolly.”
My feet move woodenly under me as he turns and guides me through a living room. This I don’t remember. Probably because Peter didn’t dare let me spend time in here—with those glass walls facing the lake, anyone could have spotted what he was up to.
A wide staircase leads to the second floor, and as my bare feet sink into the thick, pale carpets. Another lurid flashback slams into me.
Peter backhands me so hard, I fall onto my hands and knees on the soft carpet. He kicks me in the stomach, sending me sprawling onto my back, retching. Face twisted into a demonic snarl, Peter pins me down and sinks his teeth into my breast, laughing as I scream.
“Forget the past,” Red says, urging me forward with his fingertips. We veer to the first door, my heart thudding painfully when he swings open the door to reveal a bathroom. “It’s time to focus on the here and now, Dolly.”
I’m just standing there, stock still, my body refusing to move. The bathroom is so white, it hurts my eyes. White tiles, a white tub, a white walk-in shower. The silver faucets and dispensers reflect more of the same, making my eyes water.
I blink, and suddenly there’s red everywhere. Streaks against the wall, a puddle by my feet, splashes against the tiled wall. I rear back in shock, the disturbing hallucination disappearing as I bump into Red’s hard chest. I spin around, my body going into self-defense mode.
Red catches my clawed hands with ease, shifts to avoid my kicking legs. I manage half a yell before he turns and rams me against the wall beside the door. Air knocked from my lungs, I drag in a pained gasp, still trying to claw out his eyes, scratch his face, bite his hands.
I catch sight of the brutal light in his eyes a moment before he grabs the front of my throat, drags me away from the wall, and slams me back.
My head crashes against the tiles.
The pain is so sharp, so intense, it drowns out everything else. I can barely feel when Red grabs my body and pushes me face-first down onto the marble floor. Stars fill my world. There’s pressure around the back of my neck, the force keeping my cheek pressed to the cold marble. His weight grinds my hip bones against the floor as Red settles down on top of me.
I bleat a pathetic little protest, but it makes my head hurt so badly that I immediately cut off with a whimper. My hand tries to reach up to feel the back of my head where that pain spears into my skull, but I can’t move.
My eyes flutter open, straining to see Red’s face as he looms over me. There’s hunger in his eyes as he drags his gaze over my face, down my body. He’s straddling me, his knees trapping my arms at my sides, one hand on the back of my neck, the other…
I swallow hard, fighting bile.
He presses his other hand against his pants, flattening a massive erection. When he sees me looking, he gives himself a hard rub with the heel of his palm, his lips pulling into an almost mischievous smile.
“I can’t wash you if you keep fighting, Dolly,” he murmurs, his eyes skimming my face, my lips, my neck where he keeps me pinned against the cold, white marble. “Don’t you want to be clean?”
I realize I should be biding my time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. When he’s distracted. When he doesn’t have me pinned to the fucking floor. But the urge to get out from under him so he can’t pull out that cock and shove it under my skirt, between my legs, is almost impossible to fight.
Play along, Dolly.
I don’t know why the voice sounds like Fyre’s, or why I listen to it when every muscle in my body wants to fight back.
My head pounds in pain as I manage a small nod.
“I wish I could believe you, but you’re all lying whores.” His voice drops to its usual deep timbre as his weight adjusts. The hand suppressing his rigid cock disappears, moving past my field of view. “There’s only one thing dollies like you are good for, and it ain’t telling the truth.”
I squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t have to witness the dark hatred in his eyes. His accent changed there for a moment, like he was slipping into a different persona. Or maybe it was his true self coming forward. Aren’t psychopaths the perfect mimics? They’re so good at pretending to be human, it’s easy to forget you’re face-to-face with a monster.
Oh God. Fyre, please! If you’re out there somewhere, please help me!
Red shifts again, and I flinch when he twists my arm behind my back. Is he going to make me hold his cock? I shudder at the thought, my fingers automatically clenching into a fist.
“There we go,” he murmurs. “That’s a good dolly.”
He seizes my wrist, and I gasp in pain as his thumb digs mercilessly between my tendons. With a sharp tug that sends stabbing pain through my shoulder, he shoves my hand under his thigh, trapping it against my hip.
“Now take your medicine like a good little dolly.”
Medicine.
“No!” It’s a breathless protest, useless and pathetic…just like me.
There’s a sharp prick in my inner elbow, a sting, and then Red chuckles as he opens the hand gripping my bicep so tight.
