"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

　　Erina smelled like a juicy peach. I wanted to sink my teeth into her, but I held back. Instead I focused on her soft little hand in mine as I led her out of the front room. I didn't pause until we got to my new playroom. I pushed the door open and smiled at the electric chair sitting in the middle. She paused, tensing up and refusing to take another step forward. Scowling, I pulled her into the room and shut the door behind us. Maybe Paxton was okay with giving a show, but I didn't want to, this was my time with my new wife and she didn't understand just how much she was about to enjoy every second of it. But she would.


　　"Please," she whispered, shaking her head, staring at the chair. "I don't know if I can do that again." She trembled, almost biting her lip to the point of bloodying it.


　　I laughed at her. "Bunny," I scolded, tapping the end of her nose with the pad of my finger. "It's not for you."


Chapter 62