Chapter 10
Sinister
D olly spins around and throws her arms out. “What do you think?” She’s wearing one of the new dresses I bought her, a pale-pink one with a lot of flounces and lace. Frilly socks and her Mary Janes complete her outfit, and she’s styled her hair into two French braids intertwined with pink ribbons.
I dressed myself in my usual Carver attire. Black slacks, brogues, a white button-down shirt, and a trench coat that flows down to my knees. I modified it to add hidden pockets to store a variety of weapons.
“Perfect,” I reply, dropping a kiss on her forehead. An alert pings my phone, letting me know there’s movement out front. Dolly’s head snaps up, and a smile spreads across her face. She’s adorable.
She grabs my hand, and we hurry down the stairs.
I close the wall behind us as Dolly heads to the front to let Chris in.
She staggered their arrival times so they wouldn’t be suspicious when they saw each other.
I tuck myself behind the door and give her a nod.
She winks back and pulls the door open, and I notice the change in her behavior immediately .
“Welcome to The Dollhouse, sir. Please, come on in,” she says in a sensual voice, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside.
“Here, let me take your coat.” While he’s distracted, I come up behind him and plunge a needle into his neck.
His hand comes up to cover the injection site, and he spins around, backing up when he catches sight of me.
“Wha—” He collapses to the ground, his eyes rolling up into his head. The corner of my mouth ticks up. It’s another of The Chemist’s formulas. The fast-acting concoction knocks them out and loosens their muscles, allowing for easy transport.
Dolly bounces on her toes. “You’re going to introduce The Chemist to me, right? I need to meet this man.”
I growl low in my throat and wrap a hand around her neck. “Mine.” My lips capture hers, and my tongue plunders her mouth. “Don’t get any ideas,” I say after leaving her weaving on her feet.
She blinks at me before turning with a huff. “I’ll have ideas if I want to.” She lifts Chris’s legs and raises a brow at me. “Going to help me, or do I have to do everything by myself?”
“Dolly.”
She scowls back. “What?”
“Dolly.”
She drops his legs and places her hands on her hips. “Spit it out, Carver. I don’t have all day. Thom’s going to be here in ten minutes.”
“That’s enough time,” I say, advancing toward her.
She audibly gulps and takes a step back. “Time for what?”
I grab her arm and force her to her knees.
“To teach that bratty mouth a lesson. Don’t think I don’t know when you’re trying to provoke me.
If you want your brother’s cock, all you have to do is ask.
” I unzip my pants and pull my cock out.
It got hard the second she began mouthing off, and she licks her lips and opens her mouth like the good little sister she is.
My cock slides into her warm, wet mouth, and as much as I’d like to take my time, it won’t be long before Thom knocks on the door. I place my hands on her cheeks and hold her still. Her eyes widen when I slide to the back of her throat, making her gag.
Fuck.
“That’s it, little stalker. Now suck.” Drool drips from her chin, puddling on the concrete floor. “Don’t you dare,” I warn when she dips her hand beneath her dress. “Your orgasms are mine, and you haven’t earned one yet.”
Dolly groans around my cock and glares up at me with narrowed eyes. Still sassy. I’ll never tell her how much I secretly enjoy it.
My hands tighten along with my balls, and I snap my hips forward, driving my cock farther down her throat. “Good girl,” I murmur. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful with your mouth wrapped around me.” My head jerks back as my orgasm hits me, and I pour my release down her throat.
Cum dribbles from her mouth as I withdraw, and I reach down to push it back in.
“Don’t waste any, little sister. Swallow it all down.
” Dolly bites the pad of my thumb, making me hiss.
She climbs to her feet and flounces off, leaving behind the scent of her arousal.
She’s going to be the death of me, but I can’t think of a better way to go.
After tucking myself away, I stride over to where I dumped Chris’s body.
Dolly hums under her breath while she watches me pull his clothes off and strap his arms to a four-foot horizontal pole.
Once he’s secured, Dolly flicks a switch on a remote control, setting the pulley into motion.
Chains clink and rattle as he’s lifted into the air, his body banging against the metal wall.
The pulley locks into place, securing him about fifteen feet up.
We repeat the process—sans blowjob—when Thom arrives, and again for Leo. Dolly switches the lights off, and we wait in the dark for the men to wake. A grin splits my face when their chains rattle and they cry out in fear.
Now they’ll know how we felt.
I click on the blue lights, and one of them shouts. The other two look around wildly, their heads turning as they take in the pictures and words painted on the walls.
“Now you have no one,” Dolly calls out, her clear voice echoing throughout the building as she repeats the words they used fourteen years ago. “No one will save you. No one is coming for you.”
“We shoulda killed you that day,” Leo shouts, his heels kicking against the wall.
“Yes, you should have,” she replies. “You should have put a stake through my heart. You should have burned my body and spread the ashes to the winds. Instead, you sold a child into slavery, and I’m here to collect my dues.”
We lower Leo, and the second he’s within arm’s reach, I inject him with the serum I used on Jack.
He flails against the chains as it takes effect, and even in the shadows, I see the pulse in his neck speed up.
I jerk my head at Dolly, and the corner of her mouth lifts as she steps back.
After unclipping Leo, I clap a hand on his shoulder, holding him steady.
“You have fifteen minutes. If you make it through the maze, you can leave here with your life,” I explain, pointing toward the entrance. “We’ll even let your buddies help you. They can guide you through it.”
A scoreboard along the middle wall lowers with a shrill screech reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard. The number fifteen lights up, and three loud blasts sound as the number flashes.
Dolly disappeared into the tunnels when the blasts went off, and when the clock begins to count down, I push Leo away.
“Better hurry now,” I say before jogging away.
There’s no need to stand back and watch—he does exactly what I knew he would.
With his body flooded with adrenaline and mind consumed with fear, he went straight to the nearest exit.
I roll my eyes as I duck into the farthest tunnel and scoop up a scythe.
The idiot will waste several minutes of his time pounding against the door we barricaded and locked with chains after his arrival.
Once he realizes he can’t get out, he’ll either have a tantrum, give up and refuse to move, or enter the maze.
The stupid fucking bastard wasted seven minutes. Chris and Thom spent the first three yelling at him to get into the maze, but he was too pigheaded to listen. I watch out of the peepholes as he comes to a stop in front of the entrance, his chest heaving with deep breaths.
Finally.
His fists curl and he takes a giant step inside, then freezes as he waits for something to happen.
When nothing does, he takes a tentative step forward, and then another.
Dolly pushes a hidden panel closed from inside the tunnel, blocking the entrance.
He jumps, glances behind him, and takes off, choosing the left passage.
“Right!” Chris shouts. “Go right at the next junction.”
Leo turns onto the path where I’m hiding.
His shadow falls over the ground, and I drop to my knees, swing my arm back, and slide the scythe under the gap.
Leo’s high-pitched scream punches into the silent room as he falls on his ass, clutching his ankle.
When I see the blood spurting from the deep wound, I huff a laugh.
“Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie. Kissed the girls and made them cry,” Dolly chants, her voice clear over the shouts.
“What the fuck?” Leo says, his voice wobbling like a child.
“Now that wasn’t very nice of Georgie,” Dolly states, materializing out of the wall like a ghost. She swings her bat in the air before pointing it at him. “You shouldn’t make girls cry.”
Barbie connects with Leo’s knee, shattering it. His terrified scream pierces the air, and Chris and Thom shout back, rattling their chains. Dolly ducks back into the tunnel, and Leo shouts, “I’m going to fucking kill you, you little bitch.” He hauls himself to his feet and limps down the path.
Thom shouts directions, and we let him advance a bit before Dolly starts again. “When the boys came out to play…” That’s my cue.
I step out in front of him and cock my head, letting him see the monster inside me. “Georgie Porgie ran away,” I finish for her in a steely voice. Leo rears back and trips over his feet, landing on his ass with a grunt.
I drop to my haunches and stare at him. “You hurt my sister. You took her away from me and forced her to witness my death. And then what did you do, Leo?” My knife slides out of my coat sleeve, and I spin it between my fingers.
When he refuses to answer, I strike down and scrape the knife against the concrete floor between his legs.
“What did you do, Leo?” I ask again softly. “No? Don’t want to admit what you did to a terrorized eight-year-old? Hmm?” I jump to my feet, walk behind him, and grab hold of his hair, yanking his head back.
Dolly skips toward me, her eyes twinkling with glee. I think I love this woman. Whoa. Fuck. I’ll have to come back to that thought later. When she reaches us, she slides a ten-inch dildo from behind her back .
“Be a good boy and suck this dick,” she says, forcing it into his mouth.
He struggles against my hold, but I keep a firm grip on him.
“Look, Sinister. I think he likes it. I bet he wants more.” She pulls it back before ramming it farther down his throat.
His back arches, his hands slapping at the air as she pushes it even farther.
His eyes bulge, mirroring his throat, and he stares up at me like I might save him. “Leo, Leo,” I murmur as a wicked smile spreads across my face. “Did you really think we’d let any of you walk out of here alive?”
Dolly chuckles and pinches his nose shut with one hand while forcing him to swallow another inch of the dildo.
“Of course not. But we had to at least give them hope now, didn’t we?
” Leo’s shoulders drop and tears leak from his eyes.
He doesn’t stop looking at me, and I’m glad I’m the last thing he’ll see.
I was forced to see his face a thousand times in my nightmares.
When his eyes glaze over, I drop him like the trash he is and haul Dolly into my arms. She winds her hands into my hair and meets my mouth with hers. Thom and Chris shout and rattle, but we ignore them.
“Three down, little bird. Three to go.”