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Chapter Eight

作者: Dorian
last update 公開日: 2026-04-06 01:04:23

I climbed onto the windowsill and looked straight ahead.

Cool air brushed my face. The oak tree reached out with thick branches dark against the moonlight. I grabbed the strongest one I could reach and pulled myself onto it. The branch creaked under me but it held steady. I climbed down slow with my bare feet finding the knots in the bark. My heart pounded so hard I thought someone inside would hear it.

My feet hit the grass. It felt cold and wet with dew. I crouched low and looked around. No l
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    The car stopped at a different estate, one that dwarfed the house I had been staying in. Heavy stone walls and wrought iron gates framed the property, while a fountain threw water high into the darkening sky. Adrian stepped out first, smoothing his jacket before moving toward the entrance with the quiet certainty of a man walking through his own domain. He followed the driveway path, and I matched his pace, my heels striking the pavement in an even rhythm. The blue fabric pulled tight across my ribs, a foreign sensation given how rarely I wore anything of this quality, let alone something that demanded I hold my posture. I kept my eyes forward, letting the unfamiliar weight of the dress anchor me to the moment.The heavy oak door swung open before we reached the steps, inside was an older man with pale hair and a composed expression. He stepped aside immediately. "Mr. Volkov. They're waiting for you in the east wing." Adrian gave a single nod and moved past the threshold. I stayed clo

  • Doll   chapter 9

    Chapter 9I woke up with my hands bandaged and my ankle still hurt bad from last night. The morning light was gray through the curtains.I didn't cry. I didn't have any tears left. I guess running away was a dumb move.Dmitri brought breakfast. Eggs, Toast and a glass of Orange juice. He set the tray on the nightstand and didn't say anything about last night. I wonder what Adrian must've done to him. he is in charge of me after all . I didn't bother to ask. I just ate because my body needed food even if my mind was somewhere else."Mr. Volkov wants to see you," Dmitri said. "The dining room, I've you're done with your meal."He left. I finished my eggs. I took a shower. I put on my own clothes. I was still refusing to use any of the clothes he got me. I looked at the boxes on the dresser. The expensive clothes I hadn't touched. The harness at the back of the closet. Just looking at it, I wanted to set it on fire.I left them all there.---The dining room was too big. I wonder what on

  • Doll   Chapter Eight

    I climbed onto the windowsill and looked straight ahead.Cool air brushed my face. The oak tree reached out with thick branches dark against the moonlight. I grabbed the strongest one I could reach and pulled myself onto it. The branch creaked under me but it held steady. I climbed down slow with my bare feet finding the knots in the bark. My heart pounded so hard I thought someone inside would hear it.My feet hit the grass. It felt cold and wet with dew. I crouched low and looked around. No lights came on. No sounds broke the quiet except the wind moving through the trees. The mansion stood behind me, dark and silent.I ran.I stayed away from the front gate because that felt too easy for anyone to spot. I had walked the grounds all afternoon and pretended to admire the gardens so I could find the weak spot. It was a side wall near the greenhouse where the ivy grew thick and the cameras could not reach.My bag bounced against my back with the laptop, the sketchbook, and the little c

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    I woke up on the floor.My back protested first, then my neck. The carpet had pressed faint lines into my cheek. Morning light spilled through the windows, too bright, too normal, and for a second I just stared at it, disoriented.Then everything settled back into place.The ache between my legs. The soreness in my wrists where he had pinned them. The memory followed right after, not even a memory really, more like something still happening, his voice low and firm, telling me not to move as if that had ever been an option.I pushed myself upright, slower than I meant to. My clothes lay in a heap by the door. I remembered dragging them on in the dark, fingers shaking so badly I kept missing the buttons on my jeans. After that, I had slid down the door and stayed there until sleep took me.The bathroom felt colder than the rest of the room. I turned the shower as hot as it would go and stepped under it without waiting. The heat burned at first, then settled, then wasn’t enough.I scrubb

  • Doll   Chapter 6

    I took a step toward him.Then another. My legs felt like they were moving through water. The red walls seemed to pulse with the beat of my heart. Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, watching me, his hands resting on his thighs. He didn't reach for me. He didn't speak. He just waited.I stopped when I was close enough to touch him. I didn't."Undress," he said.My hands went to the hem of my sweater. I pulled it over my head. Dropped it on the floor. Then my jeans. I fumbled with the button, my fingers numb. The denim fell to my ankles and I stepped out of it.I stood there in my bra and underwear. Cheap cotton. Nothing special. He'd seen my body before—through my clothes, on the street, in his head. Now he was seeing it for real."All of it," he said.I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. Let it fall. Hooked my thumbs into my underwear and pushed them down. I was completely naked in front of a man I'd known for less than forty‑eight hours.His eyes moved over me. Slow. Taking

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    Chapter 5The foyer was too big. That was the first thing I noticed. Marble floors that reflected the chandelier above, a staircase that curved up to a second floor I couldn't see the end of, walls hung with paintings that probably cost more than my life. Everything was polished. Everything was quiet. The air smelled like cedar, like him.Dmitri stood beside me, his hands behind his back, waiting for me to move."This way," he said.I followed him. My suitcase felt heavier than it should. We went up the stairs each step wide, shallow, made for people who never had to rush and down a hallway with doors on either side, all closed. He stopped at one near the end and pushed it open.The room was beautiful. A bed big enough for three people, white sheets, dark wood headboard. Windows that faced the back of the property, looking out over gardens I could barely see in the fading light. A closet already open, empty except for a robe hanging inside. Fresh flowers on the nightstand. Someone had

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