Past Meets the Present

Chapter 8: WHY SHOULD I CARE AGAIN?

A/N: this one is going to be short. I don't like talking about this, but it's necessary for my story.

(Time skip a few thousand years)

I don't really remember what the fuck I did to piss Samuel off, but I'm sure it didn't warrant this.

I was standing in the doorway of another mansion. A different one this time. This one had more of a grandeur feel to it. Like it was meant to impress even kings, queens, emperors, and empresses. Only that wasn't it's only goal.

The main purpose of this place was to attract humans to satisfy the owner's sick obsession: sex, consensual or not.

The owner's name is Oliver. Oliver is the sickest fuck I've ever met. And now I have to work for him.

As I was taking in the sights of the great hall, there comes the man himself, strutting towards me. The first thing he does: squeeze my ass.

Next he circles me, taking in all of my features (or assets in his eyes). "Can you look human for a moment? I need to see your other arsenal."

I roll my eyes and do as he asks. He raises an eyebrow at me. "Now that's more like it." He purrs.

"Follow me. I'll take you to your new quarters. You'll start working tomorrow."

"And what exactly will I be doing?" I ask, giving him a slight glare, waiting for my answer.

"As one of my dolls, of course. You will entertain my guests however they see fit." Oliver explains.

"What does that entail?" I ask again.

"You have a lot of questions, don't you?" He asks, looking back at me as we keep walking down the hall. "And that means, if they want you to sing to them, you'll sing. They want to sleep with you, you'll sleep with them. If they want anything, you'll give it to them. That make more sense?"

I widen my eyes. "Excuse me?! I'm not just some prostitute for you to throw at people."

He stops and turns toward me. He grabs my chin and moves my head so he can look at me better. "You are now, doll."

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