"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

　　My heart raced, I couldn't take my eyes off Norman when he returned to his table of goodies. The feather had been one thing, the soft delicate vibrations flowing through me, but that bullet? Even though it was obviously on a low setting, the build up it had created was intense. The softness of the device, the positioning. My God, how was I going to survive whatever else he had planned?


　　He came back to me, but whatever he had, it was inside a little black bag. He smirked. "It's going to be a surprise, Doll. Close your eyes, relax your muscles. You're going to be taken straight to heaven. When we're through? You're going to be floating."


　　I didn't want to disobey, I was too curious. I clenched my eyes shut and forced myself to relax. He massaged my thighs, hands moving softly over my skin. One hand moved away and a warm gel was rubbed into me. He worked his way lower and lower, squirting more gel before a gloved finger pushed against my ass again. "What?" I whispered.


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