Page 24 of Exposed (The Wellard Asylum #1)

T he next months are filled with forced orgasms and tears. By the time Violet finishes her intellectual training, she’s stripped of her name and given a new title: freak.

There is so much I wish to explain about her transformation into her truest form. The vomit, the feces, the corpses, the brutality, and the tears. So many tears, I could fill a dam.

Alas, this is only the beginning, a teaser of what’s to come. You’ll have to wait for the rest.

Eventually, I bring the freak to my home and chain her to the floor. It’s exactly the motivation I need to return home early, especially on my last day at the Wellard Asylum.

I place my laptop and computer drives into a cardboard box, collecting every last trace of my presence at the asylum.

Usually, the practice is to leave these types of devices and files behind; Dr. Halstead knows my preferences, and he’s a smart man: he’d rather not aggravate one of the men who could potentially ruin his life by exposing his facility’s secrets.

The asylum will run as usual, and I will embrace my second career as a human doll creator at the Pure Companion Company.

Though I haven’t implanted the newest microchip into the freak’s brain yet, I will soon.

The freak has already fully surrendered her submission to me.

I trust the Founder will be quite pleased with the results.

On top of that, the Founder has an excessive amount of specimens waiting for the transformation from human woman into Living Doll.

Thus, if he isn’t completely satisfied by Violet’s transformation and ready to begin processing our preorders, then I can experiment on other specimens until I create the perfect doll.

Either way, the freak will remain mine alone.

Oliver trots behind me, carrying an additional box to my car. We add my belongings to the trunk, then I slam it shut.

My assistant is coming with me to the Pure Companion Company. I need his expertise until we finalize the microchip.

Then, I’ll discard him.

We shake hands. “Next week,” I say. “At my home laboratory.”

Oliver nods. “I’m looking forward to it, Doctor.”

The commute home takes longer than I would like; I’m incredibly eager to return to my favorite experiment .

Still, I suppose I’ll miss my work at the Wellard Asylum.

I enjoyed breeding the patients and observing how each of my children have flourished or failed.

It’s been a guessing game whether they needed to be nurtured into deviance or if the depravity began at their core.

Sometimes, I gave a nudge here. A push there.

And other times, I gave complete distance until they reached the mature age of twenty-five, like I did with the freak.

Mostly, that is. I could never truly stay away from the freak.

I’m fortunate my future will continue to include breeding specimens; the Founder has assured me I can impregnate some of the women—the sows, if you will—at the company’s partnered human farm.

However, my relationship with Dr. Halstead is such that if I wanted to find another patient to breed, I could return to the Wellard Asylum, find the lucky whore, and bring her to my home.

Then again, I have no need to impregnate other women, at least not sexually; there are other fertilization methods I could use.

The freak keeps me sexually satisfied, and I know how the dumb cunt would react if she saw me breeding another woman.

Even without the involvement of my cock, knowing my semen has been inserted inside of another pussy will be hard enough for her as it is.

Though I enjoy torturing my sweet one, I like fucking only her.

That way, our connection remains pure. What I’ve accomplished is man’s god-given right over the earth. And with her, I am a man and god.

I arrive at my house. My pulse quickens. I’m excited to see what happens. Soon, the freak will be fully transformed into my Living Doll.

And I’ll enjoy every second of it.