Little Doll (3 page)

“I told you to be quiet!” she snapped.

“I- I – I’m sorry,” I stammered, both nervous and confused, “but please wait for a moment.” When the girl did not move I took it as my cue to continue. “Please, just tell me where I am.”

“I t
old you, this is your new home.”

S
he looked at me as if trying to convince me of this fact.

“How long have I been here?”

“Senorita, you have been asleep for over six days.”

“That’s impossible!”

Bile rose in my throat. A sinking feeling in my stomach told me it might be true.

“Si, you were drugged
, chica.
You have woken in a how you say… drug haze many times, but always sleep again.”

“I don’t understand. Why was I drugged?
Why am I even here? Can you help me get home?”

“I have to go,”
she said dismissively. “You must shower and be dressed in five minutes. Hopefully then you will have some answers.”

Chapter
Three

Laila

It took me a few minutes af
ter my encounter with the woman to get my thumping heart to settle. Knowing I was on the verge of finding out the answers to my questions was enough to spur me into action.

In my
naked, embarrassed state I slid off the comforter to the ground with wobbly knees and searched the floor frantically in hopes of finding the clothes I was wearing when I was taken. There was no chance in hell I was leaving the room in my current state.

Swiping tears of frustration from my
cheeks, I noticed a peacock green silk dressing gown laying at the edge of the bed. The gown rope was nowhere to be found so I wrapped the fabric tightly around my body, crossing my arms at the front.

The unlocking of the
bedroom door startled me, two silhouettes dominating the doorway. Men, from what I could gather from their burly shapes. Two very big, strong-looking men!

They walked in quickly as if on a mission as I
spun unsteadily on my heel in a vain and futile attempt to evade them for at least another few moments. Not even a second passed before a hand roughly grasped my upper arm with such force I lost my footing and I was thrown face first onto the mattress. I clutched the gown around my waist fearing it would unravel, but it took the men little effort to yank my arms out from underneath me, twisting and pinning them behind my back.

I screamed. I screamed as loud as my lungs would a
llow because for all I knew there could have been someone on the other side of the door with a compassionate heart. A meaty hand smothered my mouth, muffling any further noise and for the second time in five minutes a mouth grazed my ear.

“
So you’re the bitch, eh? We finally meet.”
What did he mean by that?
Perhaps this was a case of mistaken identity and could be sorted out quickly without any further hassle.

“
Keep your fucking mouth shut, puta, or we will make light work of you. You think you have it bad now, just wait.” The heavily accented voice sounded calm but his deathly intent was serious. “You will listen to everything we tell you to do. We don’t want any defiance. You step out of line, you will be punished. And believe me...” A calloused hand slid up between my thighs “… you don’t want the punishment Raul and I can dish out on you.”

I whimpered into his hand.

“Understand, bitch?”

I
understood perfectly well. I nodded as much as I possibly could have given my face was sandwiched between his hand and the mattress.

“That’s a good girl,”
said the second man, Raul, who stood some feet away. “Keep your mouth shut and you will be ok.” He sounded like the nicer of the two.

M
y captor released my arms and lifted his hefty weight off me. Grabbing frantically at my dressing gown I tried in vain to cover up my nakedness. Mocking laughter sounded behind me and my face and chest flushed crimson at the humiliation. The two men must have felt some pity for me as they held my upper arms, leading me from the room, allowing the gown to remain folded across my chest.

There were many
closed doors leading off from the narrow passage and I couldn’t help but wonder if they had other young women like me locked up behind them.

We descended
an elaborate staircase, cool marble beneath my bare feet. The place was nothing short of magnificent with obvious attention to detail and historical heritage. Colorful oil paintings of voluptuous naked nymphs lined the walls and intricate crystal vases were housed in specially lit alcoves. At the bottom of the stairs lay what looked to be a marbled ballroom with an extravagant glimmering chandelier that hung from the center of the ceiling, giving the room a regal elegance.

To the right
, I was abruptly stopped in front of double wooden doors and the brute on the right knocked on one of them. Whoever was in charge of this whole sick and twisted operation was on the other side and I was about to come face to face with him or them.

The doors opened
slowly and beyond the threshold was an almost homely library. Two tufted brown lounges were placed in the middle of the room on top of an ethnic patterned rug. A bookcase to my left revealed the spines of thousands of books while the incongruous modern lamps created a muted glow. My captors pulled me forward into the room and it was then I noticed two men watching from the shadows, scrutinizing my every feature.

What felt like
an eternity passed and nobody had spoken a word. The silence was deafening and the tension palpable between me and everyone else in the room. My waning confidence took a flying jump off a very steep cliff and my gaze dropped to the floor at my feet.

A man
approached, standing directly in front of me, his warm breath hitting my face. I maintained my downward focus but this time on the man’s shiny, multi-colored crocodile skin dress shoes. His hand cupped my chin, pulling my face up to meet his dark, impenetrable eyes. I recoiled immediately as the bitter recognition slapped me in the face.

It was
him
!

Mr
Dark and Dangerous himself!

He laughed knowingly at my reaction,
his fingers digging deeper into my skin. Memories of my day spent looking for Ethan in the streets flashed through my mind. This man had the kind of face you could never forget even if you wanted to. His eyes, while beautiful, were a dark mystery lacking all forms of emotion except for a cruel intent. It would unnerve the most stoic of opponents.

“
Why?” I stammered before thinking about the earlier warning of remaining silent.

His
expression lost all humor. “What do you think?” Dark and Dangerous hadn’t broken his hold on me, but I suspected the question wasn’t mine to answer.

The man he had been standing with when I walked in
came into view.

He was
at least a couple of decades older than Dark and Dangerous but just as handsome. He looked fit, with salt and pepper hair and caramel skin and, while he certainly carried some history behind him, age had been kind, revealing only a few soft laugh lines around his dark opaque brown eyes.

While both men
were dressed in what looked to be designer clothing, the older man carried himself with a more distinguishable air of sophistication. I deduced from his obvious show of arrogance he was clearly the one who wielded the power, even of my demise.

A
narcissistic smile revealed Dark and Dangerous's beautifully straight teeth while his eyes glistened in a cruel and callous way. His curious gaze studied my face and lingered over my robe covered body. At that point I decided I would do everything within my power to not be intimidated. Whatever his plans were for me, he could expect a fight.

H
e noted the challenge in my eyes and a smirk pulled the corners of his lips. With a little wave of his fingers, he commanded the two men behind me to wrench my arms away from my body, holding them out wide. I hadn’t expected it so they found little resistance, not that I had the strength to put up a physical fight.

My gown fell open and se
ttled on each side of my body, my nakedness on full display. With the brutes holding an arm each, I stood twisting in a lame attempt to hide my private areas, humiliation engulfing me as four sets of eyes lingered.

He had won.
It was a brief challenge, but I had lost. I could no longer hold my stoic gaze.
Dark and Dangerous
scoffed in victory as he moved to the side, allowing the older man to take charge. At that point, I was unsure who I should fear the most.

The
older, distinguished man stood before me much like his younger counterpart, his eyes doing all the talking. My traitorous body began to tremble uncontrollably under his critical assessment. He too seemed to be amused by the humiliation I felt.

The
brutes released my arms only to wrench the gown over my shoulders letting it fall to the ground behind my feet. I was now left with nowhere to hide. With my teeth clenched tightly shut, my jaw ached like it had been punched. Blinking furiously to rid the tears of anger that burned my eyes, I turned my head shamefully away from the two men in front of me and focused on the darkest corner of the room.

It was then
I noticed another set of eyes watching on from the shadows, his muted expression unreadable. The dim lighting made it difficult to see his features which only added to his ambiguous demeanor. He sat unmoving on the arm of the chair, his arms folded across his broad chest, the position he played in this twisted game unknown to me. Although I couldn’t make out his face in great detail, there was something about the look of the shadowed man that both comforted and alarmed me. 

Keeping
my eyes focused on the dark corner and the strange enigma of a man who held my gaze, the two burly men behind me fell away and stood near the door we had walked through. The older man began a slow walk, his eyes studying a new part of my body with each step. His perverted stare burned into my skin as he passed behind me. I loathed that he was where I couldn’t see him – it only amplified my vulnerability.

Moments of
dread and anticipation passed and my skin began to crawl. The older man’s proximity suffocated me as his nose moved from the base of my neck and raked through my hair. The sick bastard was breathing me in and shattering my resolve at the same time. I thought better of my rebellious intensions and fought the urge to throw my elbow back into his gut. I stood rigid as he grazed his nose through my hair, travelling around my head to the other side, inhaling deeply as he moved. His warm breath on my neck only encouraged the shudder I had tried desperately to suppress. If he noticed my repulsed response, he remained unperturbed as he sauntered in front of me again.

“
Excellent, Juan,” he said, speaking for the first time, his taunting eyes still glued to my body with a jovial smile while clapping Dark and Dangerous on the back.

“Mixing pleasure with business
. You have done well.”

Chapter Four

Aiden

I couldn’t help but openly stare at the beauty in front of me. She was beyond doubt fucking exquisite.

I
hadn’t moved an inch since the girl was walked in. One part of my anatomy had grown a few inches, but what man wouldn’t have such a reaction to this glorious creature. She certainly wasn’t what I was expecting and I was positive she would also have come as a pleasant surprise to Hector.

Typically
, the girls Juan brought back home were tan-skinned, with long coffee brunette hair; Latina basically. And they usually came here of their own free will with little coercion needed once they learned Hector could give them a life off the streets or help their families out of poverty. But this girl… this girl was something else.

Hector had ensured
I was present for tonight’s meeting, but I had yet to be briefed on the details. From the way they were treating her, it appeared there was more at play than usual which only further piqued my curiosity. The girl's body trembled uncontrollably, which meant she obviously hadn’t come here on her own accord. Hector's presence clearly intimidated her, which in turn had made her face and breasts glow crimson, perhaps with anger or humiliation – or both.

I
watched him circle like a vulture, openly assessing her body. She stood about five three, short platinum blond hair cropped a little longer than a pixie style. It suited her delicate features and framed her face perfectly. The girl’s skin was as pale as porcelain except for the constant blushing, but what caught my attention the most when she turned her face to me was her startling blue eyes. They were large and frightened. Her trembling, kissable full lips were a deep rose pink hue that held a grim line as her chin quivered with emotion.

My
gaze moved from her pretty face to her luscious, naturally rounded breasts which sat perfectly on her chest. Her waist was small and her hips were that of a woman. To put it simply, she was fucking stunning.

Hect
or and Juan obviously shared my approval, as well as the two muscles standing behind her. Their eyes hadn’t moved from her round ass and I noticed both had readjusted themselves more than a few times. She was different, unique looking, and for those very reasons a fear resonated within me at what fate was planned for this girl. Not only would her beauty work against her in this situation, but her apparent determination to stand up to Hector would only bring on his wrath and in mass proportions.

The beauty
looked at me straight on with her unwavering gaze and I found myself wanting to memorize every inch of her face. Her expression told a sad and desperate story, almost as if she was pleading to me. I don’t know why, it’s not like I could do anything to help her. She would become another of Hector’s girls who wasted the prime of their life in this place to be tossed out once she reached her due date.

But still, in knowing that
, I couldn’t help but sense there was more to this girl than the others were letting on. Juan seemed particularly proud of himself over his find and I knew precisely what he had in store for her over the next week. It wasn’t good. Hector was a cruel man and he would break her will every way he could.

Who was this little
enigma, and how had she ended up in this godforsaken place?