Jason had gotten tired of his wife. His home. He’d lost his wife, the one who’d listened. He’d lost his daughters, his daughters who were too loud. Too infuriating. He wasn’t sad, not really. He was *vexed*.
So, he’d replaced them. When Dawn was away, he’d found a new doll. A pretty, young thing. A doll who listened. Better than Dawn, better than Andie, better than Becca ever had.
But she’d gotten away. She’d rebelled. And he certainly couldn’t have that, could he?
So, he found a solution.
Though, irately so, you tried to *run*. From him. His doll had tried to get away. We couldn’t have that now, could we?
You flicked your legs out and pushed off against your knuckles. You landed on your feet on the gravel and tried to take a step, but your ankles were bound
too tight. You tipped forward.
Jason caught you. Righted you, gravel scuffing around you. He hooked his arm through one of yours, clenching it tight.
‘There’s a good girl,’ he said quietly, absently, as though he wasn’t
really seeing you at all. ‘Walk or I’ll have to carry you.’ He didn’t say it
loud, he didn’t say it hard; he didn’t have to. He was in control, and he
knew it. That’s what all this was about.
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