The Dollhouse

Dolls that just want to be broken.

Twenty-one year old college dropout, Dalea Moreno, has spent her entire life trying to ignore the things that she can't have. When she is offered a place in the Dollhouse and enough money to change her life forever, it is impossible for Dalea to refuse.

But when the mysterious patron with the beautiful face and terrifying desires selects her for his own, Dalea quickly realizes he wants more than her body. He wants control over her. He wants her submission. He wants more than she has ever given up before. And he won't stop until every part of her is his for the taking.

*This is a short work, approximately 7000 words*

EXCERPT:

"In this room you will end every sentence with the word 'sir'. You will call me nothing else."

He waited, obviously wanting a response.

"Yes, sir."

"In this room you will never speak, unless spoken to."

"Yes, sir."

"In this room you will do exactly as you are told, precisely when you are told to do it."

My voice came on a shaky, hitching breath. "Yes, sir."

His hand stopped to rest on my stomach, lightly stroking over my belly button. The shock of his touch was a like a lightning bolt striking my heart and blazing a trail downward.

"What kind of a girl are you?"

I swallowed hard, barely mustering enough breath to speak. "I don't know, sir."

"Well, there are only two types of girls - good girls and bad girls." His hand moved lower and traced just above the little V of hair that covered my most secretive of places. "And in my experience, one will often pretend to be the other."

I didn't respond, at a loss for words. None of this was what I expected to be.

"What kind of girl is it - do you imagine - that would sell her body to a stranger?"

I swallowed hard against the lump forming in my throat. "A bad one...sir."

"And bad girls need disciplineabove all else, wouldn't you say?"

A flaming pool of need settled at the core of my body, lapping gently at my senses. I wanted to scream and cry for him to do something - anything! - to finally put the waiting to an end.

"I don't know."

I realized as the look in his eyes sharpened that I had forgotten to say sir. He spoke again before I had a chance to rectify the mistake.

"You'll pay for that as well, I think."