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The Duke's Rebel

My heart pounds at the whisper I heard. Surely it was my imagination.

“Honor, I know you can hear me. Now turn around.” The whisper came again. There was only one doll that had the ability to use their voice. Doll 73b.

I tried to force my feet to move me. I pleaded with my brain to make my heels pivot around. I stood, limp and lifeless.

“Honor, you have to turn around. Your life depends on it.” His voice was a bit louder this time.

I felt a finger twitch. I concentrate and finally, I feel my nerves reawakening like water bears in melting ice. He hadn’t said that it would hurt. I feel like screaming as I painfully twist my body around, every cell in my body is on fire, every part of my brain is being stabbed by white-hot knives. I finally can see him. He looks like a supermodel in nothing but a pair of baggy jeans and bulky black sneakers.

“Hey, Honor. I’m Doll 73b-Ken. My name is Deverel. It’s nice to finally meet you.” His smile is radiant and he seems in full control.

My mouth painfully makes a smile.

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