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Now, I just lay on the bed, staring at the stain on the ceiling. It looked like a screaming face. Some days, I pretended it was her, the girl. The one whose blood stained the old mattress that used to lie on the floor. Maybe it should have been me.

I hugged Bear. Now that the punishments were over, it felt safe to have him out again. The scars on the outside began to heal, but the ones in my brain would never heal.

Daddy’s footsteps echoed down the stairs. I didn’t turn my head when I heard the keys jangle.

“Hungry?” he asked, setting a tray on the table.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. He’d feed me if he wanted me alive. Starve me if he didn’t. My will had nothing to do with it anymore.

His fingers traced my collarbone. “You’re being so quiet today.”

I closed my eyes. The pills were kicking in, turning my limbs to lead.

“That’s okay, doll,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. “I like you like this. Broken beyond repair.”

The door locked behind him.

The screaming face on the ceiling watched me as I watched her.

The girl that I envied because she was the lucky one.

She escaped.

Chapter 16

Maeve

He placed the pill on my tongue, and I swallowed it down before the bitter taste spread. The high began to take effect by the time Daddy removed his clothes. He had some black restraints that he wrapped around my ankles before attaching them to the top of the metal frame beside my head.

“My perfect little doll,” he murmured, fixing my hair around my face and dragging the strands to my breasts.

The sudden glint of a knife made my eyes widen. He smiled—a cold, calculating smile. I’d been too focused on the numbing effects of the pill to know when he took his knife out. It was the same one he used on—the brown-eyed girl.

Did it matter? Everybody died.

“You wanted to cut yourself. Let Daddy do it for you,” he said, tracing the tip of the knife down my cheek.

The cold, sharp blade didn’t cut into the skin. There was no searing burn that blossomed into—more. His blade moved down my body, pausing to toy with my nipples.

“Cut me, Daddy,” I said, my muscles relaxing against the bed and restraints.

He moved onto the bed until I watched him through my open legs. His knife moved down my inner thigh. I closed my eyes as the tip of the sharp blade broke the skin. The warm blood ran down my leg. He used the knife and caught the blood.

“Such a good doll for me. No thoughts. No tears. Just perfect little holes for Daddy to use,” he said, moving the knife over my pussy, smearing my blood over me.

He moved the blade to my other thigh and did the same. The cut wasn’t deep, but the way his eyes were glued to the blood that followed was wrong.

“My first doll kept using her teeth when I fucked her mouth. I punched some out, and to remove the rest, I used pliers. It wasn’t as easy to do as what you might imagine, especially the back molars,” he said, using the blade to catch my blood again.

In my gut, I knew that I wasn’t the only one, and now he was confessing.

“She tried to run away, but she didn’t get far from my blade,” he said, scraping the edge of the blade across my pussy. “My second doll’s mind broke within a year.”

He put the blade to the side and opened a small clear bottle of lube.

“You met your replacement, but she was pathetic,” he said, his lips tightened and curled down in disgust.

I lay there shell-shocked by his confession. He poured the clear liquid over my pussy. I felt it drip down to my ass. He drizzled some onto two fingers before I felt them press against my asshole. I automatically relaxed, and he smiled, pushing them inside me.

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