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As I approached the door to the dining room, I crossed my arms over my chest, slowed my steps, and put a look of fear and confusion on my face. When I crossed the threshold of the door, I cast my eyes about, taking in the room. Five people sat at a large table, eating pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. All five heads turned to watch me walk in.
“Oh, fuck,” a young man said. “Another one?”
“Wh…what is this place?” I asked, my voice shaking.
An older woman in her fifties stepped forward and took me by the arm. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you some food. We’ll explain.”
“Holy shit, Melinda,” a woman in her late twenties said. “You’re not her damned mother.”
I sat where the woman had indicated but didn’t reach for the food. Instead, I glanced around, panicked and terrified.
“Where am I? Who are you people? What the hell is happening?” I nearly screamed the last word, and I was proud of the tears I managed to work up.
“I’m Melinda,” the older woman said, putting a hand to her chest then pointing around the table at the others, naming them in turn. “Barry, Eric, Bella, and Sharon. We, well, uh, I supposed you’d call us captives.”
“Captives?” I gaped at her. “We’ve been kidnapped?”
“Damn, she’s a smart one,” the woman named Bella said.
“Who has us? Who are these people?” I asked.
The man named Eric finished swallowing a piece of bacon then said, “We don’t know his real name. He’s just a voice on the speaker. We call him Dick.”
“Does that, like, stand for something?” I said.
Eric laughed ruefully. “Uh, yeah. Dickhead, right?”
The others around the table chuckled along and continued to eat.
Bong. “Good morning, my lovely dolls. Please welcome your newest housemate. Her name is Dahlia, I trust you will make her stay very eventful.”
At the sound of the chime, the others all grew quiet, their shoulders tense as though waiting to be struck. I lifted my arm, showing them the device strapped there.
“What the hell is this thing?”
“Shhh,” Barry hissed.
Bong. “It seems Dahlia has spoken out of turn. Time to show her what our playhouse is all about.”
“Oh shit,” Sharon said, lowering her head even more.
“Dahlia,” Dick said. “Take the knife beside your plate and stab Melinda in the thigh.”
Melinda shuddered beside me but said nothing.
“What?” I gasped. “No. I won’t do that.”
“It’s fine,” Melinda whispered through a trembling breath. “I understand.”
Jumping up from the table, I backed away. “No,” I screamed at the speaker in the ceiling. “I’m not hurting someone. No way. Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m afraid I’ll need to punish you, Dahlia. For insubordination.”
A jolt of electricity burst through my arm, and I let out a little yelp, my pussy growing wet almost immediately, and I had to fight to hold back a smile and maintain my character.
“Melinda,” Dick said. “Punish yourself, or I will choose another doll to punish you worse.”
Without hesitation, Melinda grabbed her own knife and plunged it into the meat of her thigh, letting out a bark of agony as she did. Blood welled around the wound and seeped down her leg. She pressed a hand to her face and sobbed silently.
