A buzzer echoed through the room, and Zane snapped his head to the front of the house. A few seconds later, headlights filled the living room. He grabbed my wrist and twisted my skin. “Get upstairs.” He pushed me forward and I stumbled into the dark oak staircase, my bare feet skidding uncomfortably on the polished hard wood. “First door on the right,” he instructed.
It took every ounce of energy I had to pick up my legs and walk to the top of the stairs. Like the rest of the house, the second level was decorated immaculately. The bedroom was no exception, though a mirror hung over the bed, and metal links were screwed into the wall.
My hands shook uncontrollably as I sank onto the mattress. Scented candles had been lit and scattered on the dresser. The powerful smell of cinnamon only added to the nausea. Candlelight flickered off the soft grey walls. The furniture was all white, as was the love seat across from the bed, the decorative frame around the mirror above the dresser, and the curtains. The bedspread boasted an intricate design of loops and swirls; the material was shiny and was different shades of grey.#p#分页标题#e#
I noticed screws above the metal links, and there was a faint outline of a perfect square around each one as if pictures normally hung in their place. I ground my teeth and let my head droop. A strange, foreign, drugged up part of my brain thought that lying in the bed sounded like a good idea. I was, after all, tired.
“No,” I said aloud. I wasn’t tired. I was drugged. I blinked and shook my head, trying to cast off the fog. It didn’t work, and the brilliant idea to hide popped into my head. I pushed myself off the bed and sank to my knees, prepared to duck under the bed. I flattened myself to the floor and shimmied a few inches before I froze in fear.
The scream died in my throat. I pushed myself up and away so fast that I hit my head against the metal frame. Sobering pain jolted through me and I swallowed a gulp of air. Wide eyed, I moved away from the naked body that lay face down on the floor. Blonde hair spilled over her ivory skin. I scooted myself back and bumped into the dresser, knocking over a candle. The hot wax spilled across the dresser’s surface and splashed onto me. Tears bit at the corner of my eyes and I dove away, madly wiping the burning liquid off my skin.
Panting, I hugged my knees to my chest. I squeezed my eyes closed and thought about how little sense it made to hide a body under a bed. And then I wondered why the room didn’t smell like decay. Slowly, I lay back down on the floor and peered under the bed.
The girl’s body was rigid and her skin was tight. Too tight. I narrowed my eyes and moved my hand toward her. My fingers barely graced her arm when I realized she was a doll. A giant, life-sized, very realistic doll.
Sick.
I recoiled from the sex toy, feeling like I needed to wash my hands from just touching it. I wiped my fingers on the bedspread when the thought occurred to me. I flattened myself again and stuck my arms under the bed. I took a hold of the doll and yanked her out, surprised by how heavy it was. I hooked my arms under its armpits and hoisted it up onto the bed, struggling just a bit.
I hopped up on the bed and straddled the doll, fixing its hair and smoothing out the leather bra it was wearing. Then the door swung open.
“Oh!” a man said. “Warming up?”
My heart stopped beating, and my blood turned to ice. Red-hot fear coursed painfully through my frozen body. I looked over at the man I assumed was Travis. He was tall and overweight with a balding head of blonde hair. He was clean-shaven and tan and was wearing a brown suit with a moss green button up underneath, giving the impression that he was a businessman who just got off work.
He removed his suit jacket and smiled hungrily. “I like what I’m seeing,” he practically cooed. “Keep going.” He took off his collared shirt, revealing a well-done, yet creepy, tattoo on his neck of a black widow spider with vivid red eyes. I stared at it for a second, thinking it looked very out of place on someone dressed as professionally as him. He unbuckled his belt and stuck his hand down his pants, moaning as he rubbed himself. My stomach lurched, and I didn’t move; my fingers were still pressed against the doll’s silicon breasts. “Keep going,” he grumbled.
Transfixed in horror, it took me another second to look away. I heard his pants unzip and slide to the floor. Tears splashed onto the doll’s pasty skin. My breathing quickened as panic took over. The mattress sunk down as Travis got in the bed. He slipped one arm around me and pressed himself against me.
He smelled like body odor and fast food, and his breathing was hot and heavy on my neck. Another tear rolled down my face. I sucked in a sob, lip quivering. His hand moved from my stomach to between my legs. He pressed down hard and moved his fingers painfully fast, while still stroking himself. He grabbed my hand and yanked it back, forcing my fingers to wrap about his erection.#p#分页标题#e#