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fingers pumped in and out in a hard rhythm.
    “Do you want to come?”
    I was barely capable of coherent thought as fire consumed my senses. Every nerve-ending was consumed in flame and need.
    With an effort, I found a few stuttering words. “Y-yes, sir!”
    His thumb found the tight ball of my clitoris and made small, hard circles. Shivers wracked my entire body and the world shattered around me. My desperate cries rang out as everything around me dissolved into sheer bliss.

    * * *
    I jerked awake in a cold sweat, aftershocks still wracking my body. My fingers bunched in the comforter as I willed my frantic heartbeat to slow into a normal rhythm.
    The dreams had come each and every time that I slept since my night in the Dollhouse. Over a week had passed and instead of diminishing with time, the dreams had only grown more intense and practically indistinguishable from reality.
    Thankfully, I was alone in the bed. Lucy always got up early on Saturday mornings to take advantage of our stolen cable before it was inevitably canceled.
    The thought of having sex dreams while sleeping next to my four-year-old sister was more than a little discomforting.
    As I rolled over in the bed, the oversized t-shirt that I wore to sleep rucked up and caught around my waist and thighs. My reflection in the mirror that hung on the door stared back at me, wide-eyed and enflamed.
    I moved to inspect my backside where the bruises had faded to a handful of dark-purple patches on my skin. A pang shot through my heart at the thought of the marks fading completely. I would miss the physical reminder of that night and the pleasurable pain of his hands on my body.
    The Dollhouse had not contacted me since that first night and I couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed or relieved. I desperately wanted to see my patron again and feel his hands on my body, to be swept away by the overwhelming waves of pleasure and pain.
    I didn’t have to think or worry at the Dollhouse. His hands and the sensations they invoked in my body could be my whole world — at least for a little while.
    But there was real danger there as well. My feelings already bordered on near obsession. What little more would it take for that obsession to turn on me, until I was compelled to give up everything for it?
    I forced myself out of bed and to start getting dressed for work. The sooner the memory of the Dollhouse and my patron faded into something distant and difficult to recall, the better.
    Lucy and Momma were on the couch when I entered the living room, watching cartoons just like I thought they would be. A shiny new CPAP machine sat on its metal pole next to Momma.
    It had only been a few days of her wearing it at night and Momma was already sleeping better. The device had sucked up a good portion of my Dollhouse money, but it was worth it to see her more comfortable.
    Another reminder of what the Dollhouse could do for my family.
    When Momma asked, I’d told her that the health insurance payment had finally come through. Whether she believed it or not, Momma hadn’t asked anymore questions.
    “Good morning,” I said, my voice hoarse. I prayed that my crying out had been only in my dreams, or at least soft enough that they hadn’t heard. There were only so many things that I could explain away.
    “Mowning!” Lucy’s nearly toothless grin flashed at me, before her gaze returned to the bouncing animated characters on the screen.
    I walked around the back of the couch to kiss Momma on the cheek. “I’m going to pick up your medications before I go to work. Do you need anything else?”
    Momma shook her head slowly, the movement so weak that I felt a sharp pang of sadness.
    “Too expensive,” she rasped. “Don’t fill them until next week.”
    “It’s fine, Momma.” I turned away because I couldn’t face her. I knew she’d be able to see the lie in my eyes. “I’ve been picking up extra shifts at the diner so we can afford it. You need them.”
    Luis was