dollhouse (h.s.) ✓
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 2m
Ongoing, First published Jun 05, 2018
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{ not actually complete }

Two months ago, Leah's life was normal. She was a sophomore in college, had good friends, and a crush on a handsome Irish boy. 

Then one night at the club, she saw something she wasn't supposed to, and everything changed.

She's now forced to work at a place called DollHouse, where exotic dancers, prostitutes, drugs, rich guys and gambling come together. She's a dancer, making money for those who hold her captive. She hates it, but there's no escape.

Until she meets Harry.

He's handsome, kind, and claims that he wants to help - but what are his true intentions? Leah thinks anyone who comes to DollHouse must be a bad person, but will he prove her wrong, and help her escape? Or will he betray her trust? 

©jade-lowe 2018  | All Rights Reserved |

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