Chapter 11
Master D
Lolli-Gag
They drag us down the hall, only faster this time and less carefully. Good. I like it when they rush. That’s when they make mistakes.
“Wait,” Jethro whispers.
I don’t fight the guards, at least not yet, but we’re shoved into a room.
It’s cold and very different from all the rooms I’ve been in.
The bright lights overhead hum too loudly and then the door slams shut.
Silence greets me, and I tilt my head. Guards circle around us as we stand in the middle waiting to see what’s going to happen next.
“…Jethro?” I say
“I hear it,” he says, and I smile.
“So do I.”
“He’s coming,” he warns.
The door opens again, only slower this time, and the guards step back. Not out of fear but out of respect. Interesting.
Master D walks in like he owns the air. No rush. No wasted movement, just presence, and my smile widens.
“Fancy seeing you here,” I say, and his gaze lands on me first.
“You’re louder than expected my dear,” he says calmly, making me giggle.
“You haven’t heard anything yet,” I say and twirl around.
Behind me, I feel them. Jagger—tense, ready to break something.
Killian—watching like this is a lecture.
Lucifer seems intrigued, but Vinny is still.
So fucking still. Master D steps closer, lifting his finger and dragging it across my cheek.
I lean into his touch. I don’t know why I always seek him out—for his approval.
Maybe because he’s been kind to me, or maybe it’s because, when I’m good, he doesn’t let others harm me.
Who knows. I just like when he touches me.
“You shouldn’t. He’s a bad man,” Jethro whispers, but I ignore him. When Master D is near, I don’t see anyone but him.
“Choose,” he states as his gaze flickers between all of us. I frown, not understanding why he wants me to choose.
“Do I have to?” I ask, and he smiles.
“Or…” He trails off and so does his hand. I wish sometimes he would touch me—more. He likes the male creatures of this place. I guess maybe if I grew a dick he would like me more.
“I don’t like it when he touches you. It’s fucking weird.
You are not his,” Jethro growls, and I hum once again, ignoring him.
“You can only ignore me for so long. Don’t make me say it,” he threatens, and I huff.
Master D takes a step back, tilting his head at me.
He’s probably wondering why I’m huffing and puffing, but I shake my head and regain my focus on him.
“Or what? Continue please, Master.” I giggle as he looks around the room.
“You all weren’t brought here by mistake,” he says.
“But you, my little Lolli-Doll, your mother was easily persuaded by me. But I never knew that choosing you in the beginning would make you into pure perfection. Better than my other doll. You know her… Liliana,” he states, and I gasp, throwing my hand over my mouth.
My mother sold me? What the fuck? But Liliana.
How does he know her? I haven’t heard her name in years.
“I told you, he’s not a good man. When will you fucking listen to me,” Jethro seethes.
“Would you shut up!” I growl, but fingers are snapped in my face, making me blink. “Sorry, Master, please forgive my rudeness. Um, how do you know Lili?” I ask, and he smiles, cupping my face.
“If you are a good girl for me, I will tell you, but for now, we have work to do,” he states, and I clap my hands, jumping up and down. Silence fills the room as the air shifts, making it almost suffocating. Jagger side steps, widening his stance.
“What the fuck does that mean?” he growls, but Master D doesn’t look at him. His eyes are still transfixed on me, and I shiver.
“Observation,” he states as his fingers leave my face, only to trail over my collar bone. “Selection… testing,” he adds as my smile stretches.
“Oh,” I whisper. It’s always the same shit. But what Master D wants, he gets.
“I’ve been watching how each of you respond to pressure,” he says as his fingers glide over my hard nipples. I gasp, and he smiles but then takes a step back. Killian leans slightly forward, listening intently.
“The surgeon is struggling between listening and being irritated that this prick is touching you,” Jethro whispers, and I giggle.
“Variables under stress,” he mumbles under his breath, causing Master D to nod once.
“Exactly.”
“Then this isn’t punishment?” Lucifer asks with a smile spreading across his face. Does he ever not fucking smile. It’s fucking weird that he has no other emotion besides just always smiling.
“I can fix that, just give me a blade and I’ll make it fucking permanent,” Jethro growls, making me giggle again.
Master D’s lip twitches as he walks around the room.
“No, it’s an opportunity,” he states, and I laugh.
“I love opportunities,” I say, and Jethro hums.
“Careful.”
“I’m not careful,” I whisper back as Master D snaps his fingers and the guards grab us, hauling us out of the room.
“You all will be taken to a more contained and comfortable room for the remainder of this test,” he tells us as we’re shoved down the hallway into another room. I try to look back at the others but there’s too many guards in my god damn way.
“Vinny is plotting. I fucking love that guy. The others—fucking idiots. Except maybe the surgeon. He’s alright. Lucifer’s gotta go, and I’m still on the fence about Jagger. I’ll keep you updated though.” Jethro chuckles.
“You are very vocal today. It’s driving me crazy,” I whisper as his cold hand licks up my spine, making me shiver.
“You’re already crazy. I just heighten it. Stop complaining,” he tells me, and I roll my eyes.
Stepping inside, I notice metal beds, a bathroom, and a TV. The room is ten times the size of our regular ones so this has me jumping up and down in joy. I spin and look at Master D.
“Thank you, Master. This is perfect.” I giggle, and he nods.
“I’m glad you like it, my dear,” he says, smiling down at me. Then a couple of people dressed in all white enter the room with a metal moving cart. These aren’t guards or orderlies. They must be his personal assistants.
As the cart moves in front of me, I see needles filled with a fluorescent red liquid inside.
“Don’t,” Jagger snaps then lunges, which only sends four guards to restrain him, but not before taking out their electric prods and zapping him until he’s on his knees with drool seeping from his lips.
Vinny moves but Master D holds up his hand, stopping his movements.
Killian doesn’t do anything, just continues to watch while Lucifer looks—excited.
“He’s an idiot. They all are except for Shadow Boy,” Jethro states, making me giggle. “I like the way he thinks. He knows I’m listening, which makes it so much fun,” he adds as I twirl around the room touching the metal bed frames.
“Lolli, dear. Please come back over here,” Master D orders, and I skip over to him. “Stand in front of Charlotte please,” he says, and I tilt my head.
“You’re going to put something in me?” I ask, licking my lips. His eyes snap over to mine and a wicked grin traces his lips.
“Yes.” He smiles. “I want to see what comes out,” he says, and my breath catches. Not from fear but from anticipation. I fear nothing. When Master D is happy, then I’m happy, which makes this place easier to deal with.
“If that’s what you need to tell yourself,” Jethro adds, and I roll my eyes. The assistant lifts the needle and presses a cold swab against my arm, wiping it clean.
“Hold still, sweetie,” she states as her blonde bangs cover her blue eyes.
I giggle as she presses the needle into my arm.
The sting is cold and sharp but I don’t wince.
Instead, I giggle as the drug warms my veins and rushes down my spine like something crawling under my skin.
It hits fast—so fast that my vision fractures and the room warps—stretching while the lights bend, dimming the harder it hits.
My heartbeat gets louder and so does everything around me. Jethro laughs but it’s all wrong.
“What did you do?” I whisper, but his voice isn’t beside me anymore, it's everywhere.
“They opened the door.” He chuckles, and my smile splits wide—too wide.
“Oh.” I giggle, and the assistants make their way around the room, injecting the others whether they want it or not.
I can feel them changing as the room pulses.
Something is building while something else is breaking loose.
Master D steps back, watching. My fingers twitch and my body hums but my mind—isn’t mine anymore or maybe it finally is. “…Jethro,” I whisper.
“I like this.” He laughs, and I giggle again. “Do you feel that?” he asks, and my fingers twitch.
“Yes,” I breathe because I feel everything. My skin hums as my pulse races, but my thoughts... They don’t line up anymore—they scatter and split as the room stretches.
Jagger looks bigger—closer, but Killian's eyes are too focused, making me laugh. It’s like they are too big for his head.
“He’s hyperfocusing as the drug does its thing. It’s actually hilarious,” Jethro says, but I look over at Vinny who has his eyes on the exit, but they shift to me and he frowns, then back to the door they go.
Suddenly, I realize something. They didn’t inject us to control us. They did it to see what happens when we stop holding back. My head tilts and my smile stretches, but something inside me finally—lets go.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper. “You wanted to see what I am…What we are?”
I pause as Jethro laughs with me. “…now you will. One by one.”