Doll House

After a devastating war fractures the world, a ruthless city rises from the ruins...Greyheaven, a place ruled not by law, but by power, money, and fear. In this twisted haven of illegal empires and inherited cruelty, Tristan Walker, son of Greyheaven's most powerful businessman and its unseen dictator, is bound by a dark family tradition: he must claim a doll, a girl owned, not loved, before marriage.
Isolde is torn from her family, stripped of her past, and delivered into Greyheaven's shadows. Isolated, broken, and powerless, she becomes the one fate assigns to Tristan.
In a world where people are possessions and mercy is weakness, ownership is mistaken for destiny and survival comes at a brutal cost.

Love that fits the world is lived.
Love that defies it is remembered.
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He forces my wrists up and wide, tying them to rusted pipes overhead in a cruel Y-shape, arms stretched taut, body yanked open and vulnerable. My legs kick frantically, trying to clamp shut, but he kicks them apart, binding ankles to stakes in the floor. Spread eagle, helpless, the dress rides up, exposing everything.

"Please! Untie me...I'll be good, I promise!" I beg, innocent eyes wide with terror, body arching off the mattress in pure resistance, hips bucking, back bowing to escape the exposure, core clenching to hide my most private place.

"Look at that pretty pink pussy winking at me, all shaved and innocent. Begging to be ruined." His hands roam free now, palms slapping my inner thighs raw, fingers tracing my folds mockingly slow before pinching my clit hard. I scream, a high-pitched wail of violation..."Stop! It hurts! I'm not a bad girl!", throat raw, tears flooding.

He stuffs a rag in my mouth, tasting of oil and grim