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[Warning: Mature Content, R18, Contemporary-Fantasy setting]

Evanescence "Evan" Holz, a billionaire businessman, received a souvenir from an obscure country that creates s*x dolls called “Eternity Women.” These "Eternity Woman" are life-like and turn alive once activated. To activate them, you need to "use" them. 

There's only one way for anyone to use a doll: You "play" with them.

But what if these Eternity Women weren't just s*x dolls that magically come alive? What exactly is the mechanism behind Eternity Women that makes them into sentient beings in the first place? Is it just the pleasure, or there's something else, something sinister, that gives them life?

That’s for Evan to find out.

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EXCERPT:

"Raise your hips," he ordered. His voice was husky and demanding.

Eternity quickly did as she was told to do. He wasn't a mind reader, yet he knew that it filled her with desire that he was talking to her in such an authoritative manner.

Evan slipped Eternity's panties quickly off of her, giving them the same treatment as her bra once they were removed. He flung them away with no care as to where they would land. He nudged her legs wider apart using his, signaling the impending act.

As Eternity called it, 'penetrative intercourse.'

"May I?" he asked, even though he knew how much she wanted it.

She nodded, tears trailing down her cheeks because of how much she had done.

"F*ck me, Evan."

The CEO's Seductive Doll

[Warning: Slight violence is present in this chapter. Kindly proceed with caution.]

"Love," A feminine voice cried. Her voice was slightly muffled, as if she were speaking in another room.

Evan found himself standing in front of a familiar door. It was the door leading to their old living room, the one in their old house in the poorest part of town.

The door was slightly ajar, and silver light was escaping out of it as if coaxing him to go check what was inside.

Curiosity got the best of him as he peeked through the small gaps of the door, where he saw Dolores inside.

She was standing, although her back was slightly hunched. Her hand was holding her right cheek as if she were nursing it.

"Love," Dolores repeated. "Please."

Her voice was quivering, like she was attempting to stop a sob from escaping her lips as she spoke.

The Doll and Her Wound