Dollhouse by Anya Allyn

Author:Anya Allyn [Allyn, Anya]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: C429, Extratorrents, Kat
Amazon: B007PLAVH4
Published: 2012-07-30T21:00:00+00:00

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Philomena zoomed at breakneck speed down the passage on a tricycle. Jessamine hadn’t been kidding about Philly’s speed on that thing. She crashed straight into the clown. She backed the bike up slowly, reverently, gazing up at the clown’s garish smile.

I applied the face paint in the bathroom, and fixed my hair. My stomach hurt—it had never been so empty. I knew now that hunger was a world away from the feeling you got after skipping lunch. This was a gnawing ache.

I had to eat. The others were surviving on the food they were given—I had to believe it wouldn’t poison me either.

Breakfast was lumpy porridge again. Missouri had baked some bread in the fireplace—the smell made my mouth water. She set the bread down in the center of the table, and seated herself.

I ate at the table with the others. Ethan ate breakfast too—he and I were slowly becoming part of the madness. I could feel it, day by day.

No, Lacey will come back today—and we will out get out of here.

I had to stay believing.

Jessamine pushed her plate away. “I have some difficult news. The party is postponed. Our guest of honor had a terrible fall today—a flight of stairs I believe, and she had to be taken off to hospital.”

Ethan and I met eyes.

He sent his plate flying across the table. “What?”

“It’s natural for you to be concerned. She’s suffered a confusion. I do hope she’ll come ‘round.”

“You’re playing with us!” Ethan roared. “She’s been dead for days, hasn’t she? Well, hasn’t she?”

“I told you all I know. Don’t take your ire out on me.”

Ethan jumped to his feet, grabbing a large knife from the beside the bread loaf. “You made up the fall on the stairs. Confusion isn’t even the right word. You’re just a little girl playing make-believe, aren’t you?”

Ethan charged at her with the knife. He held the weapon at her shoulder. “You tell your Henry to get himself down here—now!”

Jessamine’s expression darkened. “You—are a vile, horrible boy. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed a boy in here.”

Aisha raced over, placing her hands over Ethan’s, forcing the knife higher—to Jessamine’s throat. “It’s you that imprisons us! You let us out!”

Missouri took Philomena by the hand and rushed her from the room. Sophronia sat stunned.

The doll and bear—that had sat placidly still for days—moved from their seats. Behind me, I heard scraping, and I knew the clown was on its way.

The doll pushed Aisha, making her fall onto Ethan.

I tried to drag the doll away. It was strong—much stronger than something made of ceramic and soft material should be. Sickeningly strong. The doll turned its attention to me—shoving me. I sprawled to the floor.

The doll laid itself down on me. It wasn’t heavy —just a dull weight. Then it pushed down—and down—and down—with a terrifying pressure.

My bones will crack—or I’ll suffocate... .

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