Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Zak

Nine months later - Hallows Eve

My eyes glance at all the vulgar Halloween decorations on the street. How is this even a holiday? It's cheap and tacky. I only chose tonight because I know exactly what my pretty doll will be doing tonight, getting wasted.

I've compiled everything about Elizabeth over the last nine months. As much as I despised her when I first heard her voice, that's no longer the case. I just need to complete one final task from my list.

I knock on the wooden door. A big ass house, and he doesn't have a doorbell. I'm looking around when I spy his camera.

Eventually, the door opens around two inches, and I hear a chain rattle.

"Open the fucking door, Benny. It's Zak."

"Zak!"

I hear him unchain the door, and my pale skinny friend is wearing a massive grin on his face. His brown hair is overgrown and messy, but he is clean-shaven. He is wearing a blue and black tartan mini robe.

"What the fuck are you wearing? Do you need me to come back? You look as if you were with your missus."

He rolls his eyes at me, but I can see he is happy to see me. It eases any lingering vestige of doubt I had.

"It gets hot, and my mini robe keeps me cool. Do I want to know how you found me? Quick, get in. I am avoiding the trick-or-treaters. I break out in a cold sweat at the thought of people constantly knocking at my door."

He walks inside and waits for me to follow him.

"Close the door and put the chain on. For your information, I now have three wives. I consider them my harem of delight."

I pause, closing the door behind me. No wonder he needs to cool his dick off in that mini robe he is wearing. I chain the door up and follow him down the hallway. Looking around his home. He has done well for himself. He is only a year younger than me.

"You look bigger in person than in your pictures."

My lips twitch in amusement. It's something I hear often. People expect a tech genius to be skinny and nerdy, perhaps if my life had been different, I would have. The daily weight lifting and running are what keep my dark aggression from running rampant.

"Don't worry, your tiny man robe does nothing for me."

We walk into his modern black polished kitchen. I'm surprised his house is spotless. He looks like a hobo.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"No. I'm good."

He sits on the corner couch and nods at me. I'm relieved to see he is wearing shorts when I notice his robe has ridden up his legs. I cringe when I see he has Pokémon boxers on. I close my eyes and pray that I am about to do the right thing.

"I'm going away for a while, and I wanted to proposition you to a job in my company, help me grow and run it. If you do well, I will give you shares in the company."

"Holy shit," he said, running a hand through his messy hair. "Hold on," he said, frowning at me. His eyes narrow on me. "Is everything okay? Where are you going? This is very sudden."

"Everything is fine. I've worked non-stop since my twenties. It's time to kick back and carve some me time out."

He snorts.

"You're only what? Thirty or thirty-one?" He asked before taking a deep breath. "You know, with my agoraphobia, I won't be able to work on-site."

I nod my head.

"I know, and you won't need to," I said, wanting to assure him it was not an issue for me. I understand better than anyone.

He looks straight at me with a massive smile on his face.

"I'm all in, my friend. I hate my current job. Where do I sign?"

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It took me a few hours to run everything by him. The fucker had too many questions and refused to have them answered by my underlings. In the end, I appreciated how thorough he was.

People think I care about my work, my company. It's what cost me precious time away from my mother when it mattered the most.

I had intended to make her life easier with my invention. She never complained once to me. She encouraged me to work hard and to stay focused.

I worked day and night developing my first programme. By the time I finished and went home, she was gone. It was soul-destroying. I missed her by three days.

I flick through all the letters she had left me. Her last words to me. Once I've read through them, I put them in my safe. I won't be seeing them again for a long time. Not even Benny knows how long I will be gone.

Benny will be moving into my home when he can be transported. He had requested that he and his wives be ‘taken' while asleep. He turned out to be quite the diva.

I slide the bookcase panel over the safe until I hear the locking mechanism.

It's time to collect my doll.

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She staggered home at two am. I watched her constant updates in her slutty little witch outfit. She won't be flaunting my body to anyone ever again after tonight. This is her last Halloween in England.

I shift on the branch, trying to get more comfortable. She sits on the bed and takes her shoes off. How she managed to keep herself upright in that state is beyond me. I pull out my binoculars, looking forward to seeing her strip off. She gets up and goes into her bathroom. I tamper my disappointment down, knowing that she is mine after tonight.

She comes out wearing a little white night dress. She is on her phone again. The main thing is that she guzzled down the drugged water I had left by her bedside. She turns her light off, but I can see the glow of her phone. The girl is addicted to her mobile phone. She was the same at her birthday party. Ignoring all the guests that her parents had invited, only to have her face glued to her phone.

I can't control my smirk. Not having her phone will be the least of my pretty doll's problems. She will discover that defying me will have immediate consequences, and none will be to her liking.

I've spent nine months perfecting her training schedule for Elizabeth to become the perfect compliant doll for me.

The last woman I fucked was Jessica over nine years ago. I'm more than ready to have my pretty doll ready and available for me whenever I have the urge to fuck.

I check the time. The drugs will have kicked in by now. It's time.

I stride towards the patio doors, pull my tools out, and open the door before sliding the tools back into the side pocket of the suitcase. I've been to their house several times.

I quietly tread through the house until I reach Elizabeth's bedroom. My heart is thudding louder and louder against my chest, but I ignore it.

I push down on the door handle and then push open her door. The room is dark, but there is enough light from their outdoor security lighting for me to see her tiny form lying in bed. I lay the suitcase beside her on the bed to unzip it. Pulling the covers off her. I scoop her up and stick her in the suitcase. I make quick work of stuffing her arms, legs and hair inside before zipping it up.

On the pillow lay her phone. I grin with the satisfaction of leaving it behind. The amount of extra work that her phone had given me was infuriating. My pretty doll got a lot of male attention.

I hoist the suitcase up and take it downstairs before tilting it towards me and wheeling her through the house until I get outside. Not wanting to make any noise, I lift it up and go through the gardens and climb over the fence before reaching over to pick my doll up.

His Grace has cameras around the property. This was the only blind spot in his security.

Glancing up at the sky, it's a clear night, and the moon shines brightly. I don't put my torch on and haul her onto my shoulder before going through the woods to where my car is parked on a side road close to their estate.

Now to get to the private airport. I need to make several stops before we reach our final destination.