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Evelyn
I waited and waited and waited, but Liam didn't come.
I paced around the edge of the bed endlessly waiting. I explored the room, every cranny, every nook and found nothing to help me, nothing to even distract me. I was left alone with my thoughts, a most dangerous thing for me to be left with.
The room was clean, spotless, not even a speck of dust graced the furniture. The dresser and closet held only clothes and shoes in exactly my size. Many of the items still had tags of expensive designers still attached to them. Other than the lights on the nightstands, no other decor graced the room.
I scoured the bathroom after I picked apart the bedroom, but again came up empty. Other than the first aide kit, I only found typically bathroom toiletries under the cabinet under the sink.
After my time wasting search, I sat on the bed waiting. Staring at the glossy dark wooden door, awaiting my fate, ready to take whatever Liam was ready to send my way, but he didn't come.
Was the door even locked? I didn't want to test it and chance him waiting behind ready to pounce. It wouldn't be wise trying to escape again tonight. I was in no shape to fight or try at this point, earlier tonight proved it.
The lids of my eyes grew heavy. I tried to shift myself further up on the bed, in a less sleep inducing position. My back met the wooden headboard and I let the edge of it dig into my back, hoping the discomfort would keep me alert, awake. I didn't want to be taken by surprise in my sleep.
But as the hour like minutes passed, my eyelids sunk lower and lower, a dying sun waiting for the moon to emerge to let me claim the rest it so desperately needed. The time had come to rest. I was asleep before five minutes had even passed.
Hours later, I was roused from my sleep to the shifting weight on the bed. My breath stopped. My heart pounded to the point it seemed it would beat out of my chest. I no longer was alone.
My eyes fluttered open and close for a few moments, trying to refocus on the room after being deep in slumber. As the bed creaked from more movement they struck wide open, as my body was pulled harsh from its side sleeping position and onto its back. I small yelp escaped me as Liam's body hovered above mine, pressing his weight firmly into me, trapping it beneath its hard muscular glory.
"Hello sleeping beauty, who said you could go to sleep without me," he demanded his green eyes already taken over by midnight black. His breath had the slight hint of alcoholic fragrance to it, whiskey I presumed.
"Rule number four, you don't go to sleep until you say goodnight to me," he said stroking my cheek. His other hand went down to the wrist he had injured earlier and stroked it as well. As quick as the soft, warm, and sweet Liam came the hard, cold, and aggressive Liam reappeared. He dug his thumb forcefully into my injured wrist. Before I could shout out in pain he covered my mouth.
"Shhhhh, we don't want to wake the other dolls now do we," he asked with a chuckle and an upturned lip, making him look as crazy as he had begun acting.
I tried to jerk my body up and away from him, but my ankle protested against the weight and strain of the lock around it. When did he put the lock back on me? When I was asleep? How had I not noticed? How long had he been in this room with me before I had woken up? Anxiety coursed like rivers through my veins, flooding every part of me with the endless worrying thoughts that plagued my mind.
His grip over my mouth tightened, fingers digging in deeper into my cheeks, prodding and kneading their way to deepen their grip.
"Rules are meant to be followed Evie. You tried to escape, and you should know that is a rule you never break." His hand left my wrist and made its was slowly up my thigh with feather like touches and stilled at the hem of my shirt.
My eyes grew wide with alarm as his fingers gingerly danced up the hem of my shirt and made contact with my skin, leaving soft electrifying trails in their wake as they moved past my stomach, up the curves of my ribs and stopping at the underside of my bra.
His upturned lip turned into a full fledged teeth barking grin as his hand slid under the wire of my bra and cupped my breast.
I screamed from under his hand, it's muffled cry dying to be unleashed. I thrashed my body to and fro, but he kept me pinned beneath him, never loosening his hold on me.
To make a point he took my nipple between his fingers and pinched it hard.
He pushed hard down on my mouth before I could even announce my pain as he kept my nipple in his tight painful grip, "Let's get this straight Evie, you are mine. You will always by mine. You have always been my perfect doll waiting to come home to be with me. And here's the thing," he stated sternly as his hand left my breast and traveled down the path it had once came and stopping as it reached my sex, cupping it firmly in his palm. "I could take you now. I could take you and make love to you whenever I wanted. I could make you submit to me and use you to my hearts desire, but," his hand left my sex and came up to stroke my face, "I am not that man. I am a lot of things, but a rapist isn't one, but do be warned you are pushing me and don't be afraid when you get pushed back, because I will not tolerate disobedience. Do you understand?"
My body had frozen under him when he had grabbed me. The flight or fight that everyone talks about when you are dangerous situations didn't even take form in me. Only frozen heart pounding fear filled me. The calm that washed over me when he moved his hand sent my body into heavenly relief for a moment before the feeling of hopelessness and dread replaced it.
"Do you understand, Evie," he asked again his nails cutting into my cheek as he pushed further into the soft smooth skin of my cheeks.
I nodded, tears that I hadn't realized had formed spilling from my eyes as I did.
I always had liked to think of myself as a brave women. One who wasn't scared to walk to her car in the middle of the night. One who wasn't wary of men who tried to pick me up in the bar, because I would never let myself get into a dangerous situation, but here I was in the definition of danger's bed and I was nothing more than a hopeless coward not even attacking back. Had I learned my lesson? Would I submit to him?
No you must fight, a voice from deep inside whispered. Live today. Learn tomorrow. Escape someday, someday very soon.
"That's my good girl," Liam replied removing his hand from my mouth.
I wiggled my mouth and cheeks around at his release, still feeling his fingers prying into me.
He got off me and began to pull back the covers of the bed.
"Get under," he demanded.
I did as he asked and slid my body up the bed and over the covers silently. He smiled in approval.
I watched as he pulled off his black sweater from his body, exposing his perfect sculpted form, a devil in disguise of an Adonis. He pulled his jeans down after undoing his belt, leaving him in his tight black boxer briefs. If it had been a month prior I would have been drooling over him and thanking the heavens someone like him wanted to sleep with me, but now my body only felt rigid and tight, afraid what his body was capable of doing to me. He folded the clothes and placed them on the night stand before climbing in beside me.
"Come here," he ordered holding out his arm to me, clearly wanting me to snuggle up beside him.
I obliged, like a trained puppy and scooted across the silky sheet until my body lay flush with his. His hand snaked around my waist, resting on my hip while he pulled my head down to rest on his chest.
"Good night sweetheart," he said stroking my hair softly before placing a kiss on top of my head and falling asleep, leaving me a bundle of frayed nerves wide awake in the bed afraid to even move.
Goodnight, more like horrible night! Poor Evie, I would not be able to sleep after that either!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you are interested in learning how the other "dolls" came to be here you are in luck! A chapter about this is coming up reallllll soon. 😬
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