Chapter 55 Everett #2
Evan’s eyes narrow on them. “After I’m done with her, you two will meet me in my office.” It’s not a suggestion.
“Yes, sir,” they both mumble.
He walks over to her, arms crossed over his chest. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
She slowly gets to her knees. He patiently waits for her to get to her shaky legs. Eve lifts her chin, looking him in the eye, and I see her reddened neck where she had the sheet wrapped around it, confirming what they said. “Fuck y—”
He backhands her across the face, knocking her off her already unsteady feet. It wasn’t a hard hit, but she’s weak. “Secure her hands behind her back and prep her legs,” Evan commands.
She scrambles to get to her hands and knees. As one of the guys kneels to grab her leg, she manages to get a kick in, knocking him back on his ass.
The other one jumps on top of her, slamming her flat onto the concrete floor, face down, and he grabs her hands.
Bringing them behind her back, he secures them with a brown leather belt and buckles it in place.
“Hurry up,” he growls to the other one as he holds her down by her matted hair, smashing her face into the concrete floor.
“I’m trying,” he snaps, pulling something off his belt. He manages to pin one leg down and wraps the cuff around it, buckling it in place. Then he repeats the process with her other ankle.
“Leave,” Evan orders, and the two unlock the door before rushing out while he goes to stand by her. “Eve, Eve, Eve. What am I going to do with you?” he asks, kicking her side, forcing her onto her back.
She glares up at him with her septum piercing in place. There’s no time stamp on the video, so I don’t know how long she’s had it, but it looks to be the same ring that he pierced it with. “Kill me,” she offers.
He laughs and looks right at the camera. “Why would I do that? Our clients are loving the show you’re giving them. Big, tough girl who thinks she can win. It’s quite comical, really. How you continue to use so much energy fighting when it would be easier to just obey.”
She says nothing. Instead, she sits up to relieve the pressure on her back from smashing her arms.
“That’s why I have a gift for you.”
“No.” She tries to get her legs underneath her so she can get up, but he pushes her back down before she has the chance.
He removes something from his back pocket while straddling her waist. Eve arches her back, and a blood-curdling scream comes from her cracked lips as he shoves a syringe into her neck, plunging the substance into her. Once he removes it, he stands over her, watching.
“Ple-ease.” She begins to cry out of frustration or desperation, I’m not sure. Probably a little bit of both. “Stop.” Her shoulders shake, and she rolls onto her stomach. “Just let me die,” she sobs, and my chest tightens at how desperate she is for death.
“You’re making good progress, Eve. When it comes to coming all over yourself. It’s your mind we’ve got to work on. You don’t need it. All they want is your body.”
She closes her eyes tightly, smashing the side of her face into the floor while her hips lift up in the air and her cries soften.
“Yeah. Just let the drugs do their job. Don’t fight it. You’ll just make it harder on yourself.”
He grips her hair and forces her up on her knees, facing the camera. Her eyelids are heavy, breathing labored, and her hips rock back and forth as she sits on her knees. “Tell the audience why you feel so good, dolly.”
Dark lashes blink slowly, and she licks her cracked, dry lips.
“Come on, Eve.” He shakes her head, his hand still fisting her hair. “Tell them your cunt and ass are both filled with vibrating dildos. The best part is they aren’t even turned on yet.”
She moans.
“You’ve got one more week of orgasm training. And then I’ll lock you in a chastity belt. No penetration and no coming.” He smiles and adds to the audience watching, “That’s when they really start to beg, and desperation shows just how obedient they can be.”
Letting go of her hair, her head hangs forward, and he removes his cell from his pocket. The sound of the vibrators fills the room seconds later. Her body tenses and she throws her head back, crying out, coming almost immediately.
“You’re so pretty, Eve. But your face isn’t what’s going to bring in the money. Your love for pain is what’s going to have the men wanting you to themselves.”
I’m confused as to what game Evan is playing here. He’s speaking to the audience as if they still have plans to sell her. But the video that Bill sent me was Evan explaining that Eve was going to be a recruiter.
Pausing the video, I start to pace. “Why?” I ask myself. I know the feeds bring them money, and I bet they’re collecting a lot with Eve. So why not lie? The viewers will never know that she’s not sold. They will just think that they didn’t buy her.
The last video showed Evan turning off the live feed when she was in the small room, so the audience has no clue what they have planned for her future. Evan is using that to his advantage.
Sitting back down, I push Play.
Her voice rings out as her body begins to shudder while she comes once more. He gently pulls her hair off her face and shoulders, gripping her cheeks. Snot and tears run down her bruised face. When you’re dehydrated and starving, you tend to bruise quicker than normal.
I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes before, but hers go blank.
Just like that night on the yacht when I first touched her.
She’s mentally checked out. Or she’s just high on the drugs and the orgasms. There’s no telling what they’ve done to her off camera that is contributing to her current state of mind.
“Eve?” he questions, glancing at her and then smiles proudly. “That’s what I want to see.” He reaches out and runs his knuckles over her latex-covered breast. “See? I knew you could do it, dolly. But this is a punishment. And the only way to learn from a punishment is to remember it.”
He turns and walks to a drawer. Opening it up, he removes a chain and gag. Standing in front of her, he orders, “Open wide.”
She does as she’s told. No fuss. No pleas. He gently places the gag between her dry and cracked lips, slipping it into her obedient mouth. Then he wraps the thick straps around her head and buckles it tight, the leather pinching her already sunken-in cheeks.
A black rubber tube with a bulb hangs off the front, telling me it’s an inflatable gag.
He picks up the bulb and squeezes it in his hand.
She doesn’t even act like she notices. Her once pretty green eyes remain vacant, but her body still trembles.
It makes me wonder how many times she’s come since she was shoved into the room.
Evan pumps it again, and she blinks, her body jerking involuntarily.
I’m afraid he’s going to cut off her air. Inflatable gags are no joke, and she’s not coherent enough to communicate if she’s able to breathe through her nose. Some can be filled so large that they block your airway, or she could gag, resulting in vomiting, which she could drown in.
Doing it once more, Evan’s finally satisfied when her cheeks are swollen and helps her to her feet, positioning her in the center of the room, turning her to face him. “Look at me, Eve.”
She stares at his T-shirt, eyes so empty she might as well be dead.
“Eve,” he growls.
Still nothing.
He angrily removes his belt from his belt loops and slaps her across her upper thighs. As the leather hits her latex-covered legs, her eyes widen, and she falls to her knees. All you can hear is the faint sound of a mumble through her gag. Inflatable gags make it damn near impossible to speak.
“There you are.” He yanks her up, and her wide eyes look around as if she doesn’t know where she is. She tries to talk, but drool is already running down her chin. No recognition of what just happened.
“You’ve got a butterfly gag in your mouth,” he informs her, and she tilts her head back as her throat works, trying to swallow. “It’s inflatable and very restrictive. You’ll have to breathe through your nose because the gag won’t allow it.”
Blinking rapidly, tears fall from her bottom lashes.
“You were a good girl just now, but you still have to be punished for that stunt you tried to pull.” He runs his knuckles over the bruises forming on her neck before removing a chain from his pocket and connecting it to her ring in her nose.
She shakes her head quickly, her body now trembling.
“No sudden movements, dolly. I’ve seen these ripped out before.” He gently pulls on the chain and her body bumps into his. He holds the chain tight to prove a point, his face inches from hers, and stares down at her. “It’s not pretty, and then I have to pierce you somewhere else.”
She stiffens, closing her eyes tightly.
He lets the chain go so it hangs down her chest and stomach.
Then he reaches up to grab a chain that’s connected to a pulley system on the ceiling.
He clasps it to the end of the one hanging from her nose ring and slowly lets it rise.
The pulley tightens the slack, making her rise up onto her tiptoes, forcing her to arch her head back at an extreme angle.
You can see the skin of her septum pulling from the position.
“I’m doing you a favor, Eve. I was planning on replacing that bull ring with a bigger gauge tomorrow anyway. A few hours like this, and it’ll stretch out nicely, so replacing it won’t hurt.” He gives her a smile. “As much.”
He then kneels, pulling chains that are connected to the floor and forcing her feet apart. Connecting the chains to the belts wrapped around her ankles, he forces her to keep her legs wide open.
She fights the belt around her wrists, and he pulls his cell out and turns up the vibrators once more. You can see her muscles flex through the latex. It’s so tight, making it a second skin.
He reaches up between her parted legs and unzips a short zipper that runs from the front to back. Inserting his hand inside, he pushes on the toy in her pussy, making her shudder.
“Your viewers want to watch your cunt drip, dolly. Let them see how much you enjoy this.” He rises to his feet, running his wet finger up her sunken stomach and heaving chest, leaving a trail of wetness along her latex-covered body.
“Pain and pleasure go hand and hand for many. We at Dollhouse hold ourselves to a high standard, and we produce the best of the best. You’re going to be the best for me, aren’t you, dolly? ”
She can’t nod without pulling on the chain connected to her nose, so she just stares up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.
He gives her a big smile before it quickly disappears, then he walks behind her. She tries to follow his movements, but all she can do is look up at the ceiling.
Stepping up to her back, he wraps his hands around her vulnerable throat, holding her body to his. She struggles, trying to breathe as her nose starts to bleed from the chain pulling on the piercing.
He lowers his head to her ear and speaks loud enough for the audience to hear.
“Try to kill yourself again, and I will put you through hell, bitch. You think this hurts? You haven’t experienced the kind of pain I can make you feel.
You will beg for death, and when I decide you’ve had enough, I’ll end your pathetic, useless life and chop you into pieces.
I will then sell you off piece by piece, pound by pound for pennies, like a cow slaughtered for beef. Do you understand me?”
She blinks rapidly as tears run down her face because that’s all she can do.
He kisses her matted hair before releasing her neck and stepping away.
Drool runs down her chin, and her nostrils flare once she’s able to breathe while a mix of snot and blood drips from her nose.
“I’ll leave you to think about your future.” With that, he exits the room with her hanging there, and the camera shuts off.
“Fuck.” I stand and throw her phone across the room. My pulse is racing, my hands are clenched, and my heart hurts for Eve.
All I can think is that was five minutes of her life out of a year. He left her there for three hours? Three fucking hours unable to breathe properly and in pain.
My father allowed this to happen to her. Garrett might have been the one to drop her off, but he knew what Dollhouse was about. That she’d spend day and night in agony. Being trained so men can what, get off on hurting her?
Picking up the phone, I delete the video and then toss it on the coffee table.
I rush back into the bedroom to find her asleep, just how I left her.
I can’t do it. See her in such a vulnerable position.
What if I fall asleep and she has a nightmare?
Dreams she’s back there, and I don’t wake up to free her?
Or worse, she dreams I’m the one hurting her and then wakes to being tied up and sees me lying next to her.
I won’t do that to her.
Ripping the comforter off the bed, my hands shake as I untie the rope from around her ankles, then quickly undo her wrists. I push her onto her back and rip the tape from her lips.
She moans, arching her back, and I jump into the bed, yanking the comforter over us and pulling her into me. “Kash?” she mumbles.
“It’s me, Eve. It’s me,” I assure, clinging to her. I need to feel her heartbeat against my body. To know she’s here. Alive. In my arms. Where she belongs. I kiss her forehead, and she sighs, her body slack in my arms.
“You’ve got one more week of orgasm training.
” Now her getting sick after I would get her off makes more sense.
She was forced to come over and over. Eve hated that her body would betray her.
That she couldn’t fight the drugs. And then to turn around and make her go without.
Orgasm denial can be just as brutal mentally and physically.
It’s a very thin line. Her emotions were already running wild and then add the drugs—the poor thing never stood a chance.
“I promise, angel, he’ll pay for what he did to you.”
I can’t torture a dead guy, but I will make sure Evan takes all of our fathers’ punishments. He wanted to make an example out of Eve; well, I’ll make one out of him.