PlotBloomThe toy gives one last mechanical thrust beneath her.
Regan’s head snaps toward the doorway. Shock freezes her perfect face for half a second before she slaps the power button and yanks a pillow across her lap.
Her bright-blue eyes narrow.
“What the fuck are you staring at? Get out!”
Then her gaze darts from the torn shipping box to the life-sized torso sprawled across her bed underneath her, still inside her—and finally toward the hallway.
Her jaw tightens.
“No. Wait. Shut the door. Lock it. Then help me get this thing into the closet before anyone comes home.”
Regan lifts her chin, even as her face burns scarlet.
“And if you ever tell anyone what you saw, I will ruin your fucking life.”
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