Page 30 of Exposed
I had fully intended to share the videos of Benji and Violet having perverse sexual encounters with the Founder, but even then, something had stopped me. Perhaps I didn’twantthe Founder to see Violet naked and submitting to her own dark fantasies. There was a need to keep her—to keepit—all to myself. Perhaps I was possessive of her long before I realized it.
I’m an old man, and yet Violet is teaching me new things about myself. The clever cunt.
The Founder brightens. “Then you have control footage to demonstrate her reactivity beforeandafter her intellectual training,” he says. “Our prototype tester will be excited to see the results.”
My jaw ticks. The idea of lettinganyonedestroy Violet in the way I’ve dreamed of for so long unnerves me. I don’t consider her a human being any more than I consider her a cockroach, and yet I want to use her formyself.If you consider where her origins began—with her mother—then she is my longest project so far, and I don’t intend to waste a specimen as exquisite as Violet on a customer who enjoys penetrating chest wounds.
My mouth pinches, and a sneer twists my expression. Oh, the drudgery of having a sexual need so vile, so violent, and so completely over the top, one becomes a prototype tester for a sex doll company. I’m sure the tester thinks his inclinations are unique, but I’ve been studying sexual interests since before he was born; he has a basic mind.Myinterests—and Violet’s interests—are much more evolved and dynamic. The idea of wasting my precious doll on him irritates me to no end.
I suck in a breath. I won’t declare it now, as it’s unnecessary to our current business, but Iwillkeep Violet as my doll until she dies from natural causes. I’m older than her; alas, there’s a possibility a Living Doll’s existence can be cut short due to the extreme nature of the maintenance procedures, and I certainly can’t let her live longer than me. But I will make her cunt wetter than a dam by torturing her for the rest of her pathetic life.
I redirect our conversation: “May I see the footage of the tester’s latest encounter?”
The Founder swipes through his phone, then offers me his device. On the screen, a man stabs the human doll’s chest. The doll grunts as air is compressed from its lungs; there’s an erratic nature to it, an emptiness, a purely biological response.
I sigh. The Founder is right. We need their brains to workjustenough to respond with emotion but not enough to actually resist any activities.
Then again, some clients enjoy the fight. Perhaps one day, we’ll have the option of full capacity dolls without the ability to gather enough intelligence to truly defend themselves.
The tester lowers himself and inserts his cock into the doll’s chest wound.
He howls:Cry for me, you little bitch!
His hips pump, blood splashing his groin. The doll’s face is smashed to the side. Blood drips down the breast, its eyes dry and blank.
Cry for me!he shouts.
With those words, Violet’s teary gaze fills my mind; my sweet one has cried for me multiple times now. She tries hard to appear as if her desires have no effect on her, but all it takes is a simple command before she dissolves into a brainless whore. Perhaps that’s why she enjoys degradation so much; when your only function is to be a fuckable hole, then there’s nothing to think about.
I return the device to the Founder. “I have confidence this next specimen will be a perfect fit for the project.”
“Excellent,” he says.
Movement on my laptop screen causes me to straighten in my seat. Violet sits in the tub again. I switch to a different camera to the view in front of the tub.
She rubs her clit as she stares at the papers inside of the manila folder. Soon, I’ll find out whether Violet is aroused by notes on her mother’s final days and if she’s intrigued by her parentage. In her mind, a rapist took her mother’s body, forced her to carry a child, and now, the child is an adult following in the mother’s footsteps.
Then again, my sweet one will go so much further than her mother. There is so much more potential when it comes to Violet’s final destination, and I will be her guide.
I reach for a decanter of scotch and two glasses behind my desk. I pour, then offer one of the drinks to theFounder. This is our tradition. The sooner we toast, the sooner I’ll get back to using my fuck doll.
“To new beginnings,” the Founder says.
I grin. “To fresh blood.”
We clink glasses.
Once we finish our scotch, the Founder will exit, and I’ll resume Violet’s training.
The Founder has his own personal desire: unreactive women who see without judgment. On the other hand, I enjoy their reactions: the transition from a woman to a permanently degraded and docile object.
Furthermore, I find it fascinating to experiment on my descendants. I’ve given my life to the study of perversion: is depravity nurtured, or is it inherent? There is never a clear answer, and yet I continually venture forward, always willing to search for the truth in the name of science.
I enjoy nurturing those conflicting urges within a woman as much as I love observing from a distance as they blossom naturally. I have many possible biological descendants who will reach maturation—twenty-five years of age—in the coming years. Violet isn’t the first descendant I’ve experimented on, but sheisthe first to truly capture my attention. Now, with her as my patient, I’ll kindle the sick flames inside of her and prepare her for the next phase of her existence.
She will be my most prized possession.
Ilay in the bathtub, scanning the handwritten words on my mother’s file over and over again. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, but it’s like my mind won’t process the meaning. It’s a new note, one I don’t recognize from the file we stole.
