Dollhouse { 𝓑𝔁𝓑 }

{ ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 III }

Etienne, confusion swirling in his wide eyes, just stared up at the man. What does Mister mean...? he thought.

The boss's inked hand slid down Etienne's waist, down towards his hips as he pulled Etienne's pants down then his underwear.

"Ah,! N-no.. no.. n-no, S-sto—p...," Etienne gasped.

He ignored the boy's protests as he turned him around, and lifted his butt up in the air. He grabbed Etienne's ass cheeks to spread them apart.

The man hummed at the sight. "Tight, a virgin," he murmured. "Still sealed," he added after finishing checking Etienne up. He ignored the smaller boy lying on the floor as he stood up from his position, towering over the trembling figure.

Etienne didn't move, barely even breathed, his body frozen, heart racing in his chest as questions and confusion filled his mind. He could feel the weight of his eyes on him, but he didn't dare meet them.

Etienne's hands shook as he pushed himself off the floor, his legs weak beneath him. His mind screamed, crying out in fear. He quickly pulled up his pants and crawled away. Grabbing the stuffed bunny, he hugged it close to his chest, holding it tight as tears streamed down his flushed cheeks.

"He didn't tell you, did he? Your useless daddy," he said. "That how easily he sold you away. How he put a price on you to settle his shitty debt."

Etienne flinched. His vision swam. His father had—sold him. Not even as a last resort, not even as a desperate man's plea for survival. He had traded him. Like property. Like something disposable.

The boss watched him with cold detachment, as though watching a broken toy trying to right itself. His eyes ran over Etienne again, lingering on his soft skin, the delicate line of his jaw, his wide, innocent eyes that knew nothing of the situation.

Like a doll. Like his doll now.

"You should be grateful, little one," he murmured. "I could've just taken his head instead. Would you have preferred that?"

Etienne's breath hitched, his fingers digging harder into the soft fur of the bunny, nails pressing in deep.

"But I suppose this is more entertaining."

Etienne couldn't move. Tears clung to his long lashes, blurring his vision, but he didn't dare wipe them away. Instead he clutched his bunny tighter to his chest.

"What's the matter? Why are you crying, hmm?" he said. "Or maybe you're finally starting to understand just how fucked you are," he said as he took a step forward towards the scared boy, he crouched down in front of Etienne, bringing himself closer to Etienne's eye level, "You belong to me now. Every. Fucking. Inch of you."

Etienne's pale eyes widened, staring at the devil in front of him, too scared to look away. He wanted to say something, anything, but his voice wouldn't come. I belong to him...?