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Hunter grips my hips and with one stroke, his cock fills me up.
“Fuck,” he mutters and I have to agree. This is amazing. I heard girls talking about sex, but this is better than I imagined.
“Are you ready to come, Precious?” he groans as his hip snaps forward fucking me even deeper.
I cry out my reply and he thrusts one more time and I see lights and sounds. My orgasm is so powerful I black out for a second.
When I open my eyes, Hunter’s eyes are filled with concern, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
He hauls me up to help me dress and I palm his cheek, “No, that was amazing. Thank you.” He leans down and kisses me before carrying me to the passenger side. Peck hands me my heels and Hunter drives me home. I don’t want to go home, but something tells me that I have to be there because suddenly, I really need a nap.
Chapter 13
Cala - At War with Myself
Something has me popping up in bed and rubbing my eyes. My TV is on and there are three men sitting around my room.
Well, let me introduce you to ourselves, I’m your alter ego.
Wait, what? I have an alter ego and I can hear her? What the fuck is going on?
Oh, sweet Cala. We’ve been as one for a long time, I’ve just decided to take initiative to make your life easier.
My life easier?
The guys realize I’m awake and are studying me as I have this fight with myself. It’s not an argument. I’m crazy.
Crazy is relative. It’s time to take your life back. We are one and you know you like living on the dark side. Why not start tonight?
Hunter scoots closer to me, “Are you her or Cala?”
The question catches me off guard, “What? I don't understand what’s going on.”
I jump out of bed and start pacing, trying to rationalize what is happening and my eyes take in the doll. The doll. My life started unraveling because of the doll.
Not unraveling per se. I’ve just removed some obstacles. I mean do you actually miss Rachel and the others? Our Aunt Helen was the worst. And our parents did something that hurt Savannah.
Well that’s not wrong and no I don’t miss them. But I’m not a killer, right? Who is Savannah?
You are, but it’s for the good of the world. And Savannah is who brought us together. She is who created me, who brought me into your life. We owe her everything and we have to help her. After everything they did, we have to help her get revenge.
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” I scream out loud this time.
I am now telling myself to shut up. I’m losing it. I knew the the day I opened that box that something would happen. And it has. I’m going crazy all because of a doll that was a gift meant for me.
Maybe I should have listened to my mother when she said not to open it. But curiosity was killing me and here we are now. But I was drawn to the closet where I found the box. I was drawn to the doll.
Because we are meant to be.
Again, shut up, I think to myself. Yep, going crazy.
I turn to Hunter, “What is happening and how are you involved?”
He has Peck turn down the TV and points to the bed and like a good girl I sit, waiting.
He sighs, “We’ve been infatuated with you for a long time and when you weren’t looking we kind of took care of bullies that hurt you.”
“Kind of?” I ask, not following.
