Chapter 44 Kashton
FORTY-FOUR
KASHTON
Ikept Eve at my house for two days. I was so proud of her. As hard for her as I know it was, she stayed with me. I made her focus on her body. Every orgasm, every spank, and every bite of my belt. She knew it was me, and when she wasn’t gagged, it was my name she called out and begged to fuck her.
We returned to Carnage yesterday afternoon.
With the neighbor being weird, I didn’t want to keep her there long.
I got a group text from Bill last night while I was lying in bed with Eve, telling me to meet him at Dollhouse this morning.
I told her that the guys and I had somewhere we had to go. She didn’t even question it.
My brothers and I decided to ride in the Cadillac SUV instead of taking our bikes, and none of us has said a word. We’re all wondering what the fuck we’re doing here.
We enter the building at the back of the property—Dollhouse—and stand around waiting for Bill to arrive.
The place gives me the creeps. It’s large and eerily quiet.
Definitely old money and needs to be renovated.
Better yet, someone should just bulldoze every structure on the land and then burn what’s left.
Sick things have happened on this property to innocent people.
A lot of twisted things take place at Carnage, but those bastards deserve it. We don’t imprison children, and we don’t rape women. Now, we do make sure that any woman brought in is sterilized, because it’s no place for children.
Dollhouse is a whole new level of hell.
“What do you think this is about?” Saint questions, checking his watch.
“Whatever it is, it can’t be good,” Haidyn guesses, looking around.
The door opens and we all turn to see Bill enter with Adam behind him.
“This really isn’t good,” Haidyn mumbles.
I haven’t told my brothers that I’ve been in touch with Adam lately or that I have his number. For all I know, Haidyn is still in contact with him as well. They all seem to have their secrets, so I’ll keep mine.
We say our hellos and hug our brother. “What’s going on?” I demand, getting to the point.
Something tells me this has to do with Everett, and the fact that Bill wants to share it with Saint and Haidyn is putting me on edge.
Has she done something? Do they want us to take her into Carnage as a prisoner?
I won’t let them do it. If something needs to be done regarding my girl, I’ll handle it on my terms and in a space only I control.
No one touches her, and no one else gets to decide her fate.
“Follow me.” Bill turns, and we silently follow him through the cold building and down a flight of stairs, coming to a stop at a set of double metal doors.
Several hasps and staples run down the center of the doors, making sure to keep whatever is on the other side in, but they’re currently missing the padlocks to keep them locked in place.
Bill pushes them open, and the smell of rotting fish and cold air hits our faces. We’re used to this shit, but even now, it makes me want to gag.
They open to a large hallway that consists of concrete floors and walls. From experience, I know they’re the easiest to keep clean. The drains strategically placed on the floor and butted up next to the wall three feet from one another prove my point.
We follow after him and Adam, passing door after door, and I notice that each room has a red bulb above the door. “What are those for?” I ask, gesturing to one when they turn to look at me.
“Training in progress,” Bill answers, and my stomach drops. It is about Eve. “They are lit when the room is in use.”
We turn a corner, and I catch sight of cameras facing each direction, showing those who are coming and going. Makes it hard for anyone to escape when they’re watching your every move.
Coming to a stop, he pushes one of the doors open, and we enter single file.
Someone flips on a light switch. A cluster of LED lights shine down from the ceiling in the center of the concrete room.
It looks like an operation setup at first glance, but they highlight a metal chair.
The wall behind the chair has a countertop from wall to wall with cabinets underneath it.
The first things I’ve seen that aren’t concrete.
Instead they are stainless steel. Each one has a lock on it.
“What is it?” Saint questions, stepping forward, but we all know what it is.
It’s a bondage chair bolted in place to the floor.
Definitely handmade for Dollhouse. The top half reminds me of a cross—an upright post, along with the crosspiece in the center, both narrow in size.
No more than four inches wide in width. The bottom has two metal legs.
The center where a seat would be doesn’t exist. It looks uncomfortable as fuck.
“They call it the giver,” Adam answers.
“Cameras in each corner,” Haidyn observes, looking around. “What do they record and who has access to the feed?”
“They stream the training to potential buyers,” Adam says. “It makes them feel like part of the process.”
Saint snorts, shaking his head, and my blood rushes in my ears. Adam said there were tapes of Eve. Is this what he meant? I hated the idea, but this? This is beyond what I could have imagined.
“Stream? As in the internet? Anyone can see what goes on in here?” Haidyn demands.
“It’s a restricted site on the dark web that’s monitored closely by a team. They had to make sure each streamer was vetted. Can’t accidentally allow the police access,” Adam assures him.
Bill turns to face me, and my pulse races. This is it. “Eve was here,” I say and specify, “In this room.”
“How do you know that?” Saint asks skeptically.
“She’s a doll?” Haidyn asks, sounding confused.
I get it. Why would she be alive to talk about it? We don’t know much about dolls except that they’re either tortured, sold, or killed.
I haven’t told them much about my girl. Mainly because I couldn’t confirm it.
She lied to them when she told us about Evan.
They never took the time to question how she knew so much.
Or what she knew that she wasn’t sharing with them.
The only one I told about her being a doll was Sin, and he’s kept that conversation to himself.
“She was,” Bill answers, keeping his eyes on mine and ignoring Saint. “We have a video. Well, specifically footage of her arrival day.”
My stomach sinks at arrival day, and I take a step back as I observe the giver. It has belts of various sizes hanging all over it to restrain the victims in place. “How…” I clear my throat. “How long was she here for?”
“A year.” Bill is the one to answer.
I rub the back of my neck. A year. She spent a whole year of her life in this hell. It’s amazing she was ever able to leave. That she survived such an awful place.
“I want to see it.” That’s why they brought us here, right?
To show me what she’s been through? If this is Bill’s way of trying to scare me away, it’s not going to work.
As her father, he doesn’t think I’m good enough for her.
And I’ll be the first to tell him there isn’t a Lord in this world who’s good enough for Eve, but I can make her happy.
I can give her the life she should have had.
I will wash her past from her memory. They brainwashed her here; I’ll do the same.
A year? I’ll give her the rest of my life, and I will devote it to making her feel loved and worthy.
“Kash—”
“You’re free to leave,” I interrupt whatever Saint was about to say.
If he doesn’t want to know, then he doesn’t have to stay. As badly as I don’t want to see it, I have to. She’ll never tell me. That much I know. No matter what I do to try and get it out of her.
Bill looks at Saint, and he sighs but doesn’t make any move toward the door. He then glances at Haidyn, who widens his stance and crosses his arms over his chest. “Adam, play the video,” Bill orders.
We all turn to look at the wall in the direction the chair faces.
It acts as one big screen for a projector that hangs on the opposite side of the room above where the counter is.
It describes what Eve was telling us about that night in Tyson’s office at Blackout after the reception. How they force the dolls to watch porn.
It starts out showing a different room from the one we’re in now. It’s much larger than this one and has chains hanging from the ceiling. The walls look wet with condensation and there’s dried blood on the floor.
The door opens and a guy in his early twenties enters with a naked woman in his arms. It’s Eve.
My girl. Even though she looks different, I’d recognize her anywhere.
Her hair is an ashy blond and matted; her head hangs off his shoulder.
She’s bruised and dirty, appearing lifeless.
Her complexion is much paler, and she’s practically skin and bones.
He drops her to the floor like deadweight, and she groans, rolling onto her side, and curls into a ball. I let out a breath, knowing she’s at least alive.
The kid removes a black hood from his back pocket and tosses it to the floor next to her.
Isabella enters. “Name?” she demands, but the smile on her face tells me she already knows who the naked woman on the floor is.
The kid reads off his phone. “Everett Sinclair. Founder. One suicide attempt. One pregnancy but no children—miscarriage and has been sterilized.”
“Mm-hmm,” Isabella nods. Clearly already aware of Eve’s past.
My eyes drop to Everett, and she shakes, lying on the floor, grabbing at the thick metal collar around her neck.
“What do you want to do with her?” the kid asks, sounding annoyed.
Isabella glares at him.
He shrugs. “She’s pretty much useless to us. Not sure why you even considered accepting her.”
She rolls her eyes and counters, “Men are useless.”
“Eve?” A man enters the room, and I straighten my back and my pulse begins to race. I know him. It’s the same guy I saw at Bill’s reception—Evan.