by Fawn Bailey
"Good girl," I muttered against her hair. "You were such a good girl for me."
"Make it better," she begged. "Master, make it better."
"What do you need, dolly?" I asked her, finding some compassion for her in my heart. She was such a little thing... She didn't deserve this kind of cruelty. "I'll take care of you, pretty dolly."
"I need you," she whispered, and my heart lurched. "Don't leave me, Master. Don't ever leave me again."
It hit me then that this whole debacle had been spurned on by my absence. Was she truly this attached to me? Was it possible that she needed me just as much as I needed her?
I was too shaken to find out, but a sudden need to take care of her, piece her back together, took over, and I felt an emotion I hadn't felt in years.
Compassion.
I cared about the girl... Fuck, I probably cared too much. It was never supposed to happen this way. She was a pawn. A toy. Collateral.
Except now, she was so. Much. Fucking. More.
I lay her down on her stomach and she whimpered as I applied ointment to her ass and legs. I made sure everything was cleaned properly before I got on the bed with her, and she shied away from my touch.
"Come here," I ordered her, and she cried harder as I pulled her close. "Tell me what you did wrong, dolly."
"I played," she whispered. "I played with your pussy."
"That's right," I said gently. "And it's not yours to play with, is it?"
She shook her head as my fingers explored her skin. I touched the bruises gently before slipping my fingers between her legs, making her gasp.
"I can make it better," I told her. "The ache right here..."
I pressed my fingers inside her and she cried out desperately. She was dripping wet already. So ready for me, anytime, anywhere. I'd trained my little dolly well.
"Do you want me to?" I asked her, and she nodded before the words were fully out of my mouth. "Tell me you want it, dolly."
"Make it better," she begged. "Fuck me. Make it better. Put your cock inside me. Fuck me. Please, Master."
The words were just spilling out, the need to be touched, to be fucked, so obvious from the way she looked at me, from the desperation in her slightly shaking little voice.
I pulled her on all fours on the bed and got up behind her. She was whimpering, her little cunt already dripping as I pulled out my cock and buried it in her tightness. I'd never get sick of her pussy, the way it clung to me, the way it fit me perfectly.
"You were made for me," I told her, thrusting inside her. "Made for me, dolly."
"Made for you," she whispered deliriously.
"Good girl," I told her, grabbing her throat and making her look up and behind at me. "Look at Master when he's fucking you."
"Yes, Master," she whispered. "Always..."
She came in seconds, flooding my cock. I didn't scold her. I knew how badly she needed the release. And fuck, did I need it to.
I rode her until her breaths became ragged, her begging raspy and her eyes streaming with tears. I fucked her until she came apart for me more beautifully than ever, and as I held her in my arms after I'd pumped her full, I realized I loved her.
It wasn't a pretty, perfect kind of love like the one in movies. It was sick and twisted and broken and fucked up. But it was there. After I'd promised myself not to love anything again... I'd fallen for her - the enemy.
I slipped my fingers between her legs, swiping them over her cunt until they were soaked with my creamy cum. I brought them to her lips and she sucked on my fingertips contentedly, as if there was nothing more to life than being my little sex toy, my obsession, my damnation, my salvation.
"Sleep," I told her, her heavy eyes closing as she drifted off into her dreamland of memories. "Sleep, dolly."
"Stay with me," she said, already dozing off. "Stay here, Master?"
"I'll stay," I promised, and she curled up against me.
The scent of grapefruit assaulted my nose. My past and present combined into my future, and the meaning of my life lay in my arms as I wondered just what on earth I'd fucking done to her... to myself... to us.
There was no going back now.
For better or for worse, we were tied to one another. What had started out as revenge was now a twisted and fucked up kind of love I couldn't give up. They'd have to pry her out of my cold, dead fingers. I was never letting go.
I stroked my dolly's hair and she sighed contentedly in my arms.
Absent-mindedly, I wondered how many times you had to break a living being until they professed they belonged to you forever. I wondered whether she'd run when she got the chance. I wondered whether she loved me to.
I never got the chance to ask.
By the time I'd gathered my courage to tell her how I felt, fate had ripped her out of my hands yet again.
Chapter 6
Ophelia
5 years later
It was my birthday.
Another birthday marked five years in captivity, five years since I'd properly spoken.
Kain loved these occasions, loved to make me remember all the things I had missed in the years I'd spent by his side. He lived to punish me, and over time, I had learned to live to please him.
When he killed my family and took me away from them, Kain told me he would mold me into something I didn't want to be. I realized he wasn't kidding that first day, and slowly, my will to fight him on everything he forced me to do went away. I became meek and obedient. I did everything he told me and I kept up pretenses just like I knew I had to if I wanted to get away with my life intact.
He'd taken all of my holes, ripped away every single first I had, and - the worst part - he'd made me beg him to do it all. He'd broken me in such delicate, precise ways even I didn't know where Princess Ophelia ended and Kain's dolly began. But it was too late to feel sorry for myself. I now belonged to him completely. Memories of my family were locked away behind a door I never opened, and any thoughts of the Marino brothers had been knocked out of me. I belonged to one man only, and he owned every limb, every cell and every feeling I had, for better or for worse, for now, and forever.
I woke up in my cage. I'd been a good girl the night before and he'd left the door unlocked. I crawled out through the door and stretched my naked body on the hardwood floor like a kitten. It was a long time since I'd been anything other than a sex toy. A long time since I'd seen anyone but my Master.
I got up and walked towards the pretty gold cage hanging in the corner. My pretty bird was safe inside, just like he had been for the past five years. I stuck a finger through the metal bars and he came closer, turning his head from side to side to look up at me. It made me giggle, the only sound in the quiet room as the sun rose outside the window.
I no longer lived in the basement. Since I'd been such a good girl, Kain had upgraded my surroundings and I now had a room of my very own. He collected me every morning, and my inner clock was in tune to his now, waking me up precious minutes before he came to get me. And as if on cue, I heard him unlocking my door. He walked inside, the picture of dark, delicious dominance, his arms outstretched and welcoming me into their embrace.
"Sweet dolly," he said, stroking my hair as I fell into his embrace. "How did you sleep?"
I looked into his eyes and he gently traced a finger over my cheek. He knew I wouldn't answer by now, though he still tried to tempt me by posing questions and trying to get me to answer them. But my silence was the only way I knew how to cope with what had happened to me. I needed to retreat so I could still be myself.
"No words yet again," he said, a slight hint of disappointment in his voice.
I hid my face in the crook of his arm. I hated it when he was disappointed. Mostly because I knew a swift punishment would follow.
"It's okay, dolly," he went on. "Come with me. We're going to take a walk."
I took his hand trustingly and he led me outside the empty, lavishly decorated house. The long winding hallways were empty but spotles
sly clean. I knew he had cleaners, and it hadn't taken me long to realize they came during the night. On the rare occasions I did run into other people, they all avoided me. I knew they were following strict instructions not to engage me. I guess every person had a price, and Kain had to pay them handsomely to keep their mouths shut about me - his little prisoner, the dolly he'd always wanted.
We walked until the cold marble tile beneath our feet turned into grass, the blades wet from the morning dew. I was still completely naked, but Kain was wearing one of his expensive suits. Come to think of it, I'd never seen him dressed in anything else. Though he filled them out much more nicely than he did when I first met him.
Kain had grown up even more in the years I had spent by his side. I was twenty-three and he was a year older, but it could have been a decade. He always treated me like the little girl I used to be. Always knew to play off my insecurities and keep me in a younger mental state. I'd never had an education while I'd been with him. Not unless you counted him teaching me how to be his perfect pet. If you did, I'd had plenty.
"I will be going away for a little while," Kain told me, and my mind snapped back to reality.
I clung to him desperately, forcing him to stop walking and look into my eyes.
"I know, dolly," he said regretfully. "I don't want to leave you either. But I'm afraid there's no going around it. You'll be fine in your room for a few days. You'll get food and drinks and everything else you might need."
I held his hand tightly between my trembling fingers.
"It's okay," he said. "I'll be back before you know it, and then I'll play with my favorite dolly again. I promise. Okay?"
I nodded and looked down at the ground, trying to hide the tears in my eyes. But Kain never missed a thing.
His fingers wrapped around my chin and he forced my head up and made me look into his eyes.
"Will you be good for me?" he asked gently.
In these moments, I could almost believe the story we were playing parts in.
Me, the perfectly trained submissive for him. Everything stripped bare and laid out for him to enjoy.
And Kain, my Master, my prison keeper, my lover.
In another world, perhaps we could have had our love story. But in this one, we were doomed to destroy each other.
I nodded slowly, and he smiled and stroked my face. I smiled back, as sweetly as his dolly always did.
But my mind was racing, my thoughts churning.
This would be the first time he'd leave me by myself in the five years we'd been together. He'd gone away before, but for hours at a time and never overnight. I knew he was hiding. A lot of people would be after him after what he did to my family. He needed to hide out, stay low for a while until people started to forget the Sokolovs and what he did to us.
But I hadn't forgotten.
And perhaps, fucking finally, this would be my chance to change things. Maybe I could escape. Employ the help of one of the cleaners. Do something, anything, to get out of there.
I was an obedient dolly. I came on command, moaned when he touched me and kissed him with more passion than I knew I could muster up for a killer. Perhaps in a fucked up way, I even felt something for Kain. Something that twisted my stomach with shame and worry.
I'd done my best to convince Kain that I was a good, obedient dolly. Because I didn't speak, I had conversations mostly with myself, in my thoughts. And I hadn't spent the past five years idly sitting by. I was fully intent on escaping. On avenging my family. On showing my parents' killer who the Sokolovs really were. We didn't fucking forget, and we didn't fucking forgive. And soon enough, I would show Kain just how vengeful we could be.
He led me through the gardens and back towards the house, and I hoped he hadn't noticed me shaking in anticipation.
We had breakfast together, oatmeal with fresh raspberries and a dollop of cream for me, and grilled cheese for him. He was addicted to that stuff. He kept watching me as we ate, and I did my best to keep the emotions off my face. Neither of us said a word, but the silence wasn't comfortable at all. It was laden with tension and I was just waiting for the bubble to burst and for Kain to admit he was just testing me.
"Dolly," he finally said out loud. "Are you going to be a good girl while I'm gone?"
I raised my eyes to his and nodded slowly, swallowing the suddenly too thick oatmeal in my mouth.
"Do you promise?" he insisted, and I nodded again.
He pushed his plate away and came to stand next to me, his fingers once again wrapping around my chin and making me look at him.
"You know," he said thoughtfully. "If you're not going to behave... If I find out you did even one thing wrong while I was gone..."
His fingers tightened on my skin painfully.
"I'm going to punish you," he went on. "And I'm going to make sure it hurts worse than anything ever has before. Do you understand, dolly?"
I nodded, but he stopped the motion and pulled me towards him for a vicious, cruel kiss.
He was such a bastard. I'd never been treated like this, not even by my father. He didn't see me as anything other than an object, and he treated me no better than a toy he didn't particularly care about breaking. But I was going to get back at him, for everything he'd done to me in the years I'd spent under his care if you could even call it that. He'd done nothing but abuse me.
A sick part of me, one I tried to quieten on a daily basis, insisted that there was more to our relationship than the burning hatred I felt for Kain.
That I loved submitting to him. That I loved being his little dolly.
I shook my head to get the thought out.
"Good girl," he muttered, smoothing down my hair. "Such a good little girl."
That was when I heard the first noise. It was barely audible, but it caught Kain's attention too, and his head snapped up to seek out the noise. Our gazes connected wildly, and he pressed his pointer finger to his lips. I nodded. I wasn't going to make a sound, anyway, but if he told me to keep quiet, I needed to follow orders, or I'd be punished afterward.
And there it was again, the barely audible, scratch-like sound coming from the front of the house. And then it disappeared.
"Weird," Kain muttered to himself, and just as the word left his mouth, the world erupted into chaos.
Someone broke down the door, and the sound of splintering wood filled the air. There were several noises, shouting, gunfire. I pressed my palms over my ears and whimpered, and Kain grabbed my elbow and dragged me into the kitchen in a hurry. I stumbled over my own feet, holding back my cries as we entered the huge room. He kicked a rug on the floor to the side and my eyes widened when I saw a hidden trap door under the rug. He opened it hurriedly and didn't let go of my arm as he started climbing the stairs. When he was already two steps into the darkness, he looked into my eyes.
"They're here for you," he said darkly. "Not for me, dolly."
I whimpered as he let go of me, my heart beating so fast I thought it would tear through my chest. Our eyes were on each other's and I wanted to cling to him desperately, but he wouldn't let me and I knew better than to try again.
"I have to go," he said, and his voice broke over the words.
My bottom lip quivered as I stared at him. The voices were drawing nearer and nearer.
"It's okay, dolly," he said. "I'll come back for you. I swear to fucking God I'll come back for you."
He climbed down, and before I could stop out, I cried out for him.
"Master!"
The sound of my own voice sounded alien to my ears. Kain stared at me and roared, "GO!"
I slammed the trap door shut and placed the rug on the floor robotically. I knew his eyes would haunt me for the rest of my life.
I walked over to the kitchen table and took a deep breath, calculating my next move. Then, I slammed my face into the kitchen cupboard, creating a gash on my forehead. I screamed. The voices drew closer.
I dropped to the ground and closed my eyes.
Th
e game was just beginning.
Chapter 7
Ophelia
The voices drew nearer and nearer as I lay on the floor with bated breath. My eyes were closed and remained that way when the men filled the room. I guessed there were about ten of them, judging by the footsteps, and one of them came right for me.
Strong, muscular arms wrapped around my naked body and he lifted me into his embrace. I clung to his neck and slowly, cautiously opened my eyes.
"She's bleeding," the man roared and looked at his men expectantly. "Find him. Find that bastard right the fuck now."
I motioned wildly for him to stop and he stared at me, not understanding.
"Tell us where he went," he demanded, and I shook my head. "Did he hit you?"
I hesitated, then nodded.
"Did he run away?"
One more nod.
"Did he go outside?"
Pause. Nod.
"Was he alone?"
I shook my head.
"GO!" the man roared at the others. "Outside. Gardens. Now!"
The men dispersed and soon it was just the stranger whose arms I was in and me.
"What's your name?" he asked me softly, his voice gentle and caring. Not like a lover, but someone who was deeply concerned instead. "Can you tell me?"
I shook my head no, and he reached for my chin, gently prying my lips open. I did it willingly, used to being treated like an object. It seemed as if he was checking something.
"Can you speak?" he asked next, and I nodded very slowly. "Will you?"
I shook my head, and he stared at me for a long time before carrying me out of the kitchen.
There was a car waiting in front of the house, and the man headed straight for it, holding me firmly in his arms. Someone ran out the driver's seat and opened the door for him, and the man stashed me inside the car, my body shaking with fear and anticipation.
"Go to the Mansion," the man said darkly. "We need to get the fuck out of here."
