Dollhouse

by Tim Miller

"Yes. I don't give a shit what else he's done, he did this! I'm telling you the TRUTH!"

  "All right. We'll look into it."

  His 'looking into it' only made him more skeptical. He claimed they found nothing at Ernie's house, but it got even better after he spoke to Bob.

  "So I talked to your ex-boyfriend," he said.

  "Ex-boyfriend? What are you talking about?"

  "Bob. He explained everything. You two used to work together, but you wanted to date him, but couldn't due to the company's nepotism clause. So you quit and you both dated for a while, but it didn't work out. He says you were, and I quote ‘batshit crazy' so he cut it off. Now you're mad that you left your job for him, and he dumped you. So, you came up this rather implausible story to get back at him. Not sure what your beef with Ernie Lester is, but you dragged him into this too, for some reason."

  "Oh my God. Are you serious? You think I was dating Bob? You believe this?"

  "Co-workers at the store said they saw you two having some kind of spat the day before you left."

  "You're fucking kidding me! I couldn't stand him. He'd been trying to fuck me for months. Ernie just gave him the opportunity."

  "Right. Tell you what. I'll do some more checking around. But for now I suggest you get some rest from whatever it was you've been doing." He said as he turned and walked out. As he was leaving, pure rage took over. Probably from months of sitting and being helpless. She'd never lashed out at anyone before, but this time it became too much. She jumped out of her bed, ran to Alvarez and grabbed his arm and began screaming.

  "They raped me! What the fuck is wrong with you! I was drugged and raped daily for months! And you want to call it a revenge story? What the fuck kind of cop are you?" she screamed. He tried to calm her down as hospital staff came running. Several nurses held her down as one of them gave her an injection.

  "No! Don't drug me! Don't drug me! I'll stop! I'll stop!" She screamed, but it was too late. When she woke up, she was on the psychiatric unit. It had been a few days now. They’d told her she could go home today if she showed no further assaultive behavior. The first couple days on the unit, she’d still been angry, but the reality was settling in that no one was going to do anything about this. She had been kidnaped, drugged and raped. She'd seen other women raped, tortured and murdered and they were going to get away with it.

  Not only would they be getting away with it, but they'd also keep doing it with no penalty whatsoever. The thought of all this made her blood boil, but there was nothing she could do about it from inside the psych ward.

  Later that afternoon, the doctor sat and talked with her. She told him everything he wanted to hear. Said she was sorry, she made a mistake, and that she was just upset. He later signed her discharge papers. Once she was released, she realized she had nowhere to go. During her kidnapping, she'd lost her apartment. A taxi took her to her bank where she was able to withdraw some cash from her savings. She had no ID, but the teller was a friend of hers who vouched for her. She used the money to get a hotel until she could get settled. Over the next few days she filed for a new ID, used her cash to buy a used car, bought some clothes and put a deposit on a rental house. Lucky she'd been putting money in savings for the past several years. She had enough to get her through times like this.

  She moved her things into the small house. Unlike most homes in the area, this one had a basement; well, a cellar anyway. It wasn't huge but big enough for her purposes. She put her new clothes away, took a shower and settled into the new house. Once that was finished, she headed to the grocery store for some food. It was there she wished she'd stayed home.

  In the frozen foods section, there was Bob. Her veins turned to ice as he looked her way. She tried to back away, she wanted to drop everything and run but didn't want to show him signs of fear. She straightened her back and stood tall as he approached her.

  "Well, hey. The cops came and talked to me." He said, smiling.

  "I know."

  "Yeah. I'm sorry things didn't work out, but you didn't have to go and make up crazy stories like that."

  "It's not made up, and you know it."

  "Well no one believes you, so it may as well be made up. Too bad, too, I had some really fun things planned for us. It's not too late, though. Maybe we'll give the relationship another chance, if you know what I mean."

  She knew exactly what he meant. A chill ran up her spine as he grinned from ear to ear after mentioning it.

  "Next time, we'll just have to make sure nothing wears off. You seemed so much more comfortable."

  "Fuck you."

  "You already did," he said as he walked away. "See ya around."

  "Bob!" she called out, as he stopped and turned toward her. "I'm going to kill you. Slowly."

  The smile vanished from his face as he turned and kept walking.

  Chapter 17

  Jodi waited a couple of weeks to begin phase one of her plan: Intimidation. During those weeks she did some surveillance to keep an eye on the pair. Bob was still going over to Ernie's place on a regular basis. She couldn't tell if they'd grabbed any other girls, but Ernie had an attached garage. It would be easy for him to drive inside and bring the girl into his house without being seen. She was positive they had, though.

  She was also positive they were planning to grab her again. Bob was too obsessed with her. She'd caught Bob sitting across the street from her house. She had no idea how he figured out where she lived, but there he was. He didn't know she'd seen him. That was fine. Let him creep around. She was going to out stalk the stalkers.

  She pulled up outside the cell phone store and looked inside. They were still short-handed, and Bob was at one of the registers helping customers. She looked at her phone and flipped through the photos she'd taken the past few days and headed inside.

  Bob's smile faded when she made eye contact. Good. She walked up to his workstation and held out her phone.

  "Hi, can you help me? I'm having trouble uploading my pictures to the cloud. I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong," she said.

  "Um, I'm with a customer right now." He pointed to the older woman standing in front of him. "Maybe another rep can help you." He pointed to a girl at an open station toward the back of the store.

  "I'm sure she won't mind. This will only take a minute. Right?" She said looking at the older woman who took a few steps back.

  "What do you think you're doing?" Bob said just above a whisper.

  "Having you look at my phone. See? Look."

  He took it and flipped through the photos. There were pictures in there of him leaving a grocery store, one of him pumping gas. Another through the window of his house of him standing in front of a mirror in his underwear flexing his muscles.

  "What the hell?"

  "Thought you'd like to see that," she said. His smile had long disappeared as he kept scrolling back and forth. His forehead now wrinkling as his face turned

  "You following me?"

  "Maybe. That make you nervous? Or does it turn you on?"

  "I'm not sure."

  "Well you don't have much time to think about it," she said.

  "Much time before what?"

  "You'll see." She turned to walk out of the store.

  "You forgot your phone," he called out.

  "Keep it." She went to her car, climbed in, and headed to the park. There was a meeting building there, where a school board meeting was scheduled for the afternoon. She'd marked it on her calendar weeks ago. When she arrived, the meeting was already in session. She quietly made her way inside and took a seat toward the back. At the front, she saw Ernie seated at his podium with a nameplate in front of him. It was a few minutes after she came in, but he saw her.

  His eyes went wide when he saw her, and she smiled and waved. When he was called on to speak about whatever budget item they were talking about, he kept looking her direction while stuttering and stammering about. Finally, when he was done, the next board member began speaking, but he got up, gathered his things
and shuffled outside. Jodi got up and ran outside as well, catching him walking briskly to his car.

  "Hey Ernie!" she called out. "Where ya' going in such a hurry?"

  "You stay away from me! The police came to my house. I know what you accused me of. I don't want you blaming me for any more of your problems!" he said.

  "Oh come on, cut the act," she said looking around. "There's no one here but us. We both know what you are. What you do. You get another girl to replace me yet? Another doll?"

  "I don't…" he began, but she moved in closer as he pressed his back up against his car.

  "Yes, you do. We both know it. But not for much longer."

  "What is that supposed to mean?"

  "It means your time is coming very soon. So enjoy your dolls while you can."

  He dropped the nervous citizen act as he stopped shaking and cracked a smile.

  "Oh really? You think you want to tangle with me? I'd say you have no idea who you're messing with, but I know that you do."

  "Don't worry. You won't get close enough to drug me again. I know you can't handle yourself against someone who fights back. So, we'll see how you do when a real fight comes your way."

  "Bring it, little girl."

  "Maybe you should be the one who is careful, little man. I won't need your magic berry juice. Anyway, look at you, you're all sweaty. Do I get you that worked up?"

  Ernie wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead as Jodi backed away. He picked up his briefcase, jumped into his car, and started the engine. Jodi watched him driving away while smiling. Part of her wondered if it was wise to fuck with them in this way. Wise or not, it was something she'd needed to do. For the first time since before her kidnapping, she felt empowered. Both of them had looked visibly shaken by her visits. She was now the predator and the one in control. Anything they did from this point on would be in response to her, not the other way around.

  She walked back to her car, smiling. Bob would be spying on her this evening, she was sure of it. Every night he would park across the street for hours, trying to see what movement he could. Tonight he was going to get plenty of movement.

  Chapter 18

  Right on time, Bob pulled up across the street from Jodi's home. He sat there looking in, noticing for the first time some of her curtains were hanging open. He could see her walking around the kitchen and getting a drink, before walking into one of the other rooms. The sight of her made his blood boil. He couldn't believe she'd had the balls to come into his job today. Who did that little cunt think she was? Walking up to him in front of everyone at his work and taunting him? It took him every ounce of self-control not to reach out and strangle the life out of her right then and there.

  If it weren't for his foolish oversight, she'd still be sitting in a chair like a vegetable, being his personal fuck piñata. Instead, she was walking around like she thought she ran the show, now. He'd wanted to move on her tonight. She'd gone and harassed Ernie at his work also. Ernie suggested holding off. Give it a few months after she's settled down with these kidnapping claims. Let everything blow over and then grab her again. Would be easy enough.

  His thoughts stopped when she appeared in front of the window. This time she was wearing a men's shirt and panties, the shirt hanging open and her breasts exposed. It had only been a few weeks since he'd seen her perky tits, and they looked as amazing as ever. She smiled and waved at him from the window. What the fuck? That was new. She had always acted like she couldn't stand him. He knew that was always an act. Girls always threw themselves at him. The only ones who didn't were either lesbians or bitches like Jodi trying to play hard to get. While he’d loved fucking her at Ernie's, nailing her while she could move and respond would be a whole new experience.

  After a minute, the door opened. The light from the living room illuminated her in the doorway. She'd lost the shirt and was now just wearing panties. Bob knew something was up, but the newly formed lump in his pants told him to investigate further. He climbed out of the car and walked up the sidewalk. Jodi stood there smiling as he approached.

  "Well hey, Bob, what took you so long?" she said.

  "Hey. So what is all this?"

  "Just figured you were trying so hard to sneak a peek, may as well let you have one." She turned and walked inside, Bob followed her as she walked down the length of a hallway. He stood in the doorway watching her as if in some sort of trance. She turned to him again from the end of the hall.

  "My bedroom is right here. You going to stand there all night or are you going to join me?" she said.

  He walked up to her again where she was standing halfway inside the room. She ran her hand along his chest and then his stomach as she leaned in and kissed him. He pulled her close, returning her kiss. This time, his throbbing cock was at full erection. If he didn't fuck her fast, he just might go crazy. That thought was interrupted by a sharp jolt in his crotch.

  Jodi had a stun gun pressed against his groin, and the clicking sound stung his ears while thousands of volts of electricity surged through him. The feeling went out of his knees as he stumbled back through an open door, tumbling down a flight of stairs. His limbs were useless as he flopped down the stairs like a ragdoll. Cracking the back of his head on one step as his legs rolled back over his head until he'd come to a complete stop at the bottom.

  He lay there moaning, certain he'd broken at least his arm, maybe a leg. Everything hurt as she ran down the stairs and began duct taping his arms and legs as she dragged him to a large chair and lifted him into it. He was impressed she could lift him, but she got him in there. She taped his arms and legs to the chair and wrapped several strips of tape around his chest and to the chair. If he could have moved he'd be kicking himself. How could he be so stupid?

  "I knew you were stupid," Jodi said as if reading his mind. "You're so predictable. I knew all I had to do was flash my tits, and you'd come running. And will you look at that... here you are."

  "Fuck you, bitch," he said as feeling slowly returned to his extremities. His left leg was throbbing like crazy. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, whore?"

  "I think you know damn well what the fuck I'm about to do. You got one over on the cops. So, here I am, fighting to get my personal justice."

  "You're fucking crazy. Not to mention you're just a soft ass bitch. You don't got the balls to hurt me. Plus, I'm way stronger than you; give me an hour and we will see how your justice is treating you." He doubted he could, but he wasn't going to act weak in front of her.

  "You go right ahead, but first I need you to make a phone call for me."

  "What kind of phone call?"

  "Your buddy Ernie."

  "Fuck you, I'm not calling. I call so can tape him up too? You really are a stupid bitch."

  "Ok. Fine then." She said as she grabbed a box cutters from a table, walked over to him and without hesitating, sliced his left ear off. He screamed and shrieked as blood filled his ear canal while she tossed the useless flap of skin aside. He moved his head from side to side as the pain shot through his whole head and even down to his shoulder. He looked down at his blood now running along the floor.

  "You fucking cunt!" he screamed. "I'll kill you! I'll fucking gut you like the piece of fucking meat you are!"

  "Oh Bob, you're so silly; but I don't think you will. Now," she said. "How about that phone call?"

  Chapter 19

  Ernie sat in the room staring at the dolls.

  "What?" he said to one of the new girls. "What did you just say to me? You think this is funny? You think it’s funny your sister escapes from here, comes to my place of work and threatens me? You find that amusing?" he slapped her in the face as hard as he could, knocking her out of the chair and face first onto the floor. Her nose split open as she hit the floor, blood pooling all around her face and soaking into her white summer dress.

  Ernie ignored her as he looked around.

  "Anyone have something else to say? Some of you must be thinking maybe I'll forget again.
Maybe I'll forget about your next dosage, and you too can go free. No, no. Don't be so certain. I'll never make that mistake again. I'll end up giving you too much before I forget a dosage again."

  From the floor, the new girl was gagging as she struggled to breathe while blood was running down her face and pooling on the floor, making it impossible to breathe. He ignored the gagging as his phone began to ring. It was Bob.

  "Bob, what's going on?" Ernie asked.

  "Dude, I got her!"

  "You what?"

  "At her place. It's a long story. I was watching her house, and she saw me, so I had to act. But I got her here. Come on over."

  "For what?"

  "I'm gonna make that bitch pay for fucking with us. You can come over and help, or I can finish up on my own."

  "No! No!" Ernie said. "Why not just bring her here? We can put her back in the dollhouse."

  " So she can get away again? Fuck that. No, get over here, so you don't miss anything."

  Bob hung up for before Ernie could reply. Fuck! He ran out to his car and headed to Jodi's place as fast as he could. It only took him twenty minutes to arrive. Bob's car was parked out front. Ernie headed to the door and went to knock, but the door swung open on its own. He stepped inside, looking around. The place had almost no furniture inside at all. If it weren't for some food wrappers and some dirty clothes in the corner, you wouldn't think anyone lived there.

  "Hello?" Ernie called out. "Bob?"

  He heard a footstep behind him and turned around just in time to see Jodi standing behind him, swinging a crowbar at his head. The crowbar struck the side of his head, knocking him to the ground. His vision went fuzzy as he looked up to see Jodi standing over him with the crowbar.

  "Gotcha, motherfucker," she said as she grabbed his arm and dragged him down a flight of stairs. His face bounced off each step, his teeth clacking together each time. One of his teeth broke just as they reached the bottom. There in the cellar was Bob, all taped to a chair. Ernie's head was throbbing as his vision was coming back. He tried getting to his feet on his own, but Jodi brought the crowbar down onto his back, sending him sprawling.