Doll House – Ba
The sharp, electric chime of the doorbell cut through the heavy, incense-laden air of the bedroom like a razor, slicing the silence into jagged shards. Sasha jerked against the restraints, the leather cuffs biting into her wrists as her body seized in automatic panic. The spreader bar held her legs wide, locking her ankles into a rigid, vulnerable V that prevented any attempt to close herself off. Her glazed eyes, still swimming in the murky aftermath of her programming and being used by her Marker, darted toward the sound, her chest heaving with shallow, rapid breaths. The early arrival rattled her fragile composure, sending a tremor through her thighs that made the metal bar clink softly against the bedframe. Baby Kay didn’t flinch. She stood at the foot of the bed, the embodiment of predatory …