Dollhouse { 𝓑𝔁𝓑 }

{ 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 III }

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

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

"Ah,! no no," whimpered Etienne.

The boss ignores the doll's protests as he turns him around, and lifts his butt up in the air, pulling the boy's boxers down. His other inked hand grabs Etienne's ass cheeks to spread them apart.

The boss hummed at the sight, his lips curling into a smirk, amusement in his icy eyes. "Tight, a virgin," he murmured, almost to himself. "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 watched him with cold detachment, as though watching a broken toy trying to right itself.

His gaze ran over Etienne again, lingering on his pale skin, the delicate line of his jaw, his wide, innocent eyes that knew nothing of the situation. "Look at you, doll. So soft. So fragile. Like a fucking toy."

Etienne couldn't move. His body felt like it was made of glass, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Tears clung to his lashes, blurring his vision, but he didn't dare wipe them away. He clutched the stuffed bunny tighter to his chest, his knuckles white.

"Oh, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue, doll?" he continued. "Or maybe you're finally starting to understand just how fucked you are. Because trust me..." he took a step forward towards the scared boy as 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 breath hitched, his wide, pale blue eyes staring at the beast 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...?

He raised his hand in a silent motion, and almost instantly, one of his men stepped forward, placing a gun into his palm. Etienne's breath hitched, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. His pale blue eyes widened as they fixated on the gun. No, no, no...

He pressed himself harder against the wall, the sharp edge of fear clawing at his throat.

He chuckled darkly, his icy blue eyes never leaving Etienne's terrified face. "What's the matter, doll? Scared?" he said. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."

He tilted his head, enjoying the boy's visible fear. "Don't worry, doll," he said with a smirk. "I'll decide when it's your time. Until then... you're mine." His voice was laced with possessiveness, as if he already owned every part of Etienne's soul.

Etienne's tears flowed freely, his lips trembling as he choked back a sob. He was too scared to speak, too broken to protest. His wide eyes stayed locked on the gun, unable to look away from the weapon.

"Why are you crying, doll? There's no need for tears," he chuckled, his thumb brushing over Etienne's flushed cheeks, wiping away the tears as if they meant nothing. Then, without warning, the cold metal of the gun pressed against Etienne's chest.

"Take it," he ordered.

Etienne hesitated, his fingers trembling as they slowly wrapped around the gun's handle.

"Good," the man murmured approvingly, stepping behind Etienne. His inked hands gripped the boy's slender biceps, guiding him to stand up.

Etienne's knees felt weak beneath him, but he had no choice but to follow his lead as they walked together towards Vladimir's beaten figure on the floor. He looked up weakly, his eyes filled with fear.

Etienne's breath hitched in his throat, his chest tightening with fear. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to hold the gun. He wanted to run, to hide, to disappear.

But the beast behind him was in control, and there was no escaping his grip.

"Now..." he said as he guided Etienne's trembling hands, positioning the gun toward Vladimir. Etienne's fingers twitched, his pulse racing as the barrel of the gun pointed directly at his father.

Vladimir's eyes widened in horror. "No... no, please... Etienne... son..."

"Shut the fuck up," the boss growled, tightening his grip on Etienne's arms. "You don't get to beg. You had your chance." He leaned closer, his breath hot against Etienne's ear. "Go on, doll. Pull the trigger. End this worthless piece of shit's life. It'll be over in a second. Just a little squeeze."

Etienne's hands shook, the gun shaking in his grip. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

His father-his own father-was there, bloodied and bruised, pleading for his life. The same man who had raised his hand against Etienne countless times. The same man who had screamed, hit, and punished him for reasons that never made sense. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his vision blurring with tears.

"I... I can't..." Etienne whispered, his voice trembling.

"Yes, you can," he whispered. "You will. Or I'll fucking make you." His fingers dug into Etienne's arms, guiding his trembling hand toward the trigger.

Vladimir's pleading eyes met Etienne's, full of tears and fear. "Etienne... don't... don't listen to him... please... you don't have to do this, son... you don't..."

He leaned closer to Etienne, his lips brushing against the boy's ear, his voice turning soft, almost a mockery of kindness. "He's been fucking abusing you, hasn't he, doll?" he continued. "You think I don't know? The bruises on your thighs, on your arms. All his work, right? That fucking bastard's been treating you like shit."

"Y-yes..." Etienne said.

He chuckled darkly. "See? Even you know he deserves it. So why the fuck are you hesitating? Why are you still protecting him?"

"N-no..." Etienne stuttered, shaking his head. "I can't do it... Please..."

"Fuck," he spat, his patience wearing thin. "You're a fucking disappointment, you know that? Can't even do this one thing. Fine. If you won't do it, I fucking will."

Before Etienne could react, his large hand gripped over his own, forcing his finger down on the trigger. A harsh bang echoed through the room, and Vladimir's body jerked violently as the bullet tore through his chest.

"NOOO!!!...." Etienne screamed as he collapsed to the floor, the gun slipping from his hands, clattering loudly against the wooden floor.

His chest heaved as he gasped for air, but the weight of what had just happened pressed down on him, making it impossible to breathe. His eyes, wide with shock and fear, locked onto the dead figure of his father. Blood pooled beneath Vladimir's lifeless body, staining the floor a deep, violent red. Etienne couldn't tear his gaze away.

Tears blurred his vision, spilling down his cheeks as he pressed his trembling hands to his face, trying to muffle the sobs that ripped from his chest.

Behind him, he watched, standing tall behind, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He watched Etienne break, the fragile boy crumpled on the floor like a shattered doll, his sobs filling the room. There was a dark satisfaction in his icy blue eyes as he stepped forward.

"See, doll?" he said. He crouched down beside Etienne, his inked hand reaching out to gently brush the boy's tear-soaked hair from his face. "I told you... it had to be done. He deserved it. And now..." he paused, his hand sliding down to tilt Etienne's chin up, forcing the boy to meet his cold gaze, "...now you're free. From him."