"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

　　From the chaos outside, I had the impression that Jack had already met some of the intruders. But no doubt the idiot hadn't noticed the circle of them closing in from everywhere, but I did. I finished tying up the thin metal strings zig zagging down the hall. Jack's toys and mine meshed well together. At least some of them anyway.


　　I turned the little device on and the hallway hummed softly. I'd have to be loud enough they didn't notice that.


　　A man burst through the front doors, wheezing and covered in blood. His long black hair had been half torn by clumps from his head. He looked up, meeting my eyes. "At least you have clothes on," he grumbled.


Chapter 37