Page 91 of Dollhouse

I am alone, and no one’s coming for me.

How the fuck was I dumb enough to get myself into his situation?

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I must’ve fallen asleep,because when I open my eyes again, I’m met with darkness. The only light in the room is coming from the pale moonlight that’s shining into my cell. It takes a while of blinking and rubbing for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“Good, you’re awake.” The rough voice from within the darkness startles me.

A chill shoots down my spine, and slowly I lift my head to look straight ahead at the figure that’s in the room, standing against the wall across me, hiding in the shadows of the darkness.

Bastard.

“Where’s Cassie?” I have to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth just to speak. My mouth is so dry and tastes like hot fucking garbage.

My mouth feels the same as my skin.

Dirty.

My voice is hoarse, I barely even recognize it.

The fucker steps into the path of the moonlight, revealing his face to me. I study his features, searching for anything that would jog my memory, but nothing happens.

I don’t know him.

He’s a stranger that I’d never seen before in my life. So why does he want me?

“You were told five minutes. You took longer than that. Nice job, Lee. Your friend is dead because of you.” Tears prickle the back of my eyes, but I will them not to fall. I am not going to give this bastard the satisfaction of watching me cry.

He doesn’t deserve my tears or to see me weak.

Cassie.

Fuck!

She’s dead because of me. He killed her anyways, and he has me captive with zero chance of anyone coming for me.

“What do you want from me?” With a wide smile, the fucker walks across the room toward me and kneels in front of me, reaching his hand out toward my face. I slap it away, leaning as close to the wall as I could, hoping the wall would swallow me whole.

“Me? Nothing.” He brushes the loose strands of hair from my face and stands, shoving his hands in his pockets, staring down at me. “But he will.” Without another word, he turns and walks toward the door, opening it and walking through it.

The metal door slams shut, and only once he’s gone andI hear the click of the lock do I let out a shaky breath that I’ve been holding.

He? Who’s he? And what does he want with me? I had so many questions that were going unanswered.

Cassie is dead.

King is likely dead after getting shot in the chest and going down the way he did.

Now what? Am I next? I am frustrated. So, fucking frustrated. With a deep breath, I scream.

I scream until my voice turns hoarse and sleep takes over.

* * *

“Tate! Tate!”Hands gripped my shoulders firmly and shook me awake. I was gasping and covered in sweat. Cassie was staring down at me with wide eyes that were full of concern and warmth. “Tate, you have to talk to me. Please, tell me what’s going on.” She’s perched on the side of my bed, brushing my damp hair out of my face.

We’d been living together for three months now, and every single night she’s woken me up from a nightmare. She asked me every night about my past, and I could never bring myself to tell her.

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