"Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.
Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin."

Their Broken Doll

　　Warren stayed by my side while the others returned to their rooms. I was scared, but excited. The thought of my body being exposed to the various methods of pleasure at once sent my heart racing.


　　"Princess," Warren whispered, brushing a soft kiss against my forehead. "I'm waiting until they're finished, I want to take my time treasuring you."


　　I nodded, the collar around me tightening. It loosened when I relaxed. I hadn't noticed what a difference that little feature would make. And yet even it didn't scare me. This wouldn't have been my first pick of how my life would go, but even being devoured by these men like I was some Goddess was a far better fate than the one I was living before.


　　"I've got the electrodes," Jack swung a pair of them in the air, eyes bright.


　　"I didn't want to take too much from mine, just a few pins," Lucas's hands were full of various pins. Fat ones, thin ones, some as wide as the palm of my hand.


Chapter 20