The house had no address. The dolls had no names. The catalog had lot numbers. #37 was me. Maya wakes in a room with no windows and a wall of photographs. Each one is tagged, measured, and priced. She is Lot #37. Her collector calls himself The Curator. He doesn't want to kill her. Dead is cheap. He wants her correct. Posed. Preserved. Provenanced. And sold. When the buyers arrive, they sit. They watch. Their teacups fill one drop at a time. THE DOLLHOUSE is a psychological horror novel about ownership, survival, and what happens after you escape. Maya escaped. That's what the file says. The file is wrong. Because one piece got out before the fire. Because the auction never stopped. Because the vent is too small to crawl through, but the mirror is bolted to the wall. For readers of Gone Girl, The Silent Patient, Mexican Gothic, Tender Is the Flesh, and House of Leaves. Perfect for fans of domestic horror, captive thrillers, unreliable narrators, art world suspense, and locked-room survival stories. Content advisory: This book contains graphic violence, body horror, confinement, medical trauma, and references to human trafficking. Reader discretion is advised. Turn the page. But don’t say you weren’t warned. From the room with the bolted mirror, M. K. Harrow