"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

　　I shifted the fuzzy robe in my hands. It was a dark red velvet that would look stunning on her. "Here," I offered. To be honest, I had been shocked to find Jack in the chair. But from the crooked grin on his lips, the bastard had gotten his satisfaction. I just hope he'd taken care of her as well.


　　"Thank you." Erina slipped her arms into the too big sleeves and I wrapped the belt around her. "This doesn't feel very honey moony."


　　"That's because you're getting a little break. I was far too rough the last time we were together. I wanted to remedy that." I offered her my arm. "I'm not going to hurt you again, Kitten." She took it and I smiled at her. There was no hatred remaining in her, had she truly forgiven me? She'd forgiven Jack at some point, so it would make sense that I was forgiven too.


　　"It feels weird, you two acting like this." She shook her head. "But thank you." I patted her hand.


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