Page 75 of Pretty Stolen Dolls

“That’s what I have been doing this whole time. But if you bring anyone with you, I’ll slit your sister’s throat before you ever get a chance to get her back.”

“Wait,” I say, rubbing my shaking palm over my face to clear my head. “Where? I don’t understand.”

“If you don’t come for me, then I’ll be coming for you.”

The line goes dead and I drop my arm, slapping the phone against my thigh.

“Was it him? What did he say?” Dillon demands, his palms on my shoulders, centering me. I wiggle from his grasp.

“Nothing that makes sense,” I sigh, and then scream into the darkening sky.

“We’ll get the call traced.” He paces back and forth. “Did you know her?” he asks, pointing to the girl in the room.

“She’s Bo’s work colleague. The one he cheated on me with.” I rub a hand through my hair.

“Do you know the reference to the creepy as fuck poem?”

I sigh and try not to think about my time locked away with him, but it’s impossible and I’m launched back there before my next breath.

Benny hardly ever drinks, but when he does, it’s always accompanied with the same solemn mood.

“Stand in the corner,” he barks at me.

I do as I’m told and wait for him to enter. If he’s under the influence, maybe I can get the upper hand and steal the key to my cell—wait for him to pass out and then free Macy and myself. The familiar clanking of the door didn’t make me flinch as much anymore. You know you’re fucked up when you get used to your abuse.

“Turn around.”

I move to face him, not bothering to cover my modesty. He raped that from me a long time ago. Modesty is a joke.

“Whatever I say to you, I want you to repeat, ‘I know, Benjamin’.”

“Why?”

His jaw goes tense and ticks. “For one fucking day, can you just do as you’re told?”

“I’m not a child, Benjamin,” I huff.

Always the defiant one, I think it’s what keeps me alive.

“If you don’t do as I fucking ask, I will get my pretty little doll to do it instead,” he growls, pointing a shaking finger past me.

Macy.

No.

“Okay, I’ll say it.”

“What are the words, dirty doll.”

“I know, Benjamin,” I stutter out.

His brows crush together and his chest rises and falls heavily. “Get on the bed on your stomach and spread those fucking legs wide for my cock.”

I do as I’m told, swallowing the dryness in my throat. He’s going to go in raw and it will hurt. Pain isn’t a new thing for me, but I learned his moods and routines and could usually preempt his visits so I could prepare myself to accept him.

“Spread your fucking legs,” he roars, and a tremor murmurs through me as I part my legs.

“Lift your ass and spread wider.”

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