Be my doll, won't you? (Donna Beneviento X Oc)

Clean

   "October 31, 20xx

I woke up with Donna in the room today. I was redressed and tucked in although I don't even remember falling asleep. She was sitting in a small wooden chair in the corner of the room carving wood into what looked like a sort of animal shape but I couldn't quite be sure. She said good morning and asked if I was hungry, she seems to be in a nicer mood today… maybe If I keep this up I can get out of here. What happened last night is all a blur and honestly I don't even know what to think about it…. To think I gave into such things, and with a stranger who has abducted me at that.. I feel gross. I miss Maria..

I want to go home.." 

Salem sets down their notebook and slides It under the bed looking over to the empty chair that Donna had been sitting in not long ago. Salem stretched, feeling a sharp pain in their wrist. They let out a small yelp, pulling down their arm and looking at the source of the pain. Their wrists were still bruised and has small cuts all around from the previous night. They let out a huff and shook their head, gently running a thumb over the largest cut on the side of their wrist. "She's so.. so disgusting.." Salem's mutters, pushing off the blanket cover and looking at their ankles which are also just as cut up and bruised as their wrists are. Tears well a little bit in their eyes, using their hand to wipe the forming tears away in a hurry. They had sworn to never cry again, it was a sign of weakness after all. They slide out of bed, landing on the floor and slightly wincing at the pain. They toddled over to the bathroom, their legs still weak and slightly shaky. Salem opened the bathroom door, flicking on the light and shutting the door behind them. There was a small note on the counter along with what seemed to be some kind of soap in a small bottle. It wasn't anything like what they had in the village. 

     Salem picked up the small note, tilting thier head as they scanned over the words. It was definitely Donna's handwriting, it's the only thing Salem had read besides their own so naturally it was easily distinguished. Plus who else would have written it? 

"Salem, I made this for your hair, it seems to be a little unkempt. Please feel free to shower whenever you'd like, I had the water fixed. When you are in the bathroom please press the red button by the door. I love you, my doll…." 

Salem didn't know how to feel about the note. What did the button do? What was this stuff that Donna made for their hair? Why did she even care? I guess if you were wanting to live with someone, forced or not, you'd probably prefer them not to be greasy. They sighed and set the note back down, picking up the bottle and unscrewing the cap. They smelled it, thinking for a minute before taking another whiff of the smell. It seemed familiar somehow, but they couldn't quite place it. They put the lid back on the bottle, quickly using the bathroom and washing their hands for the first time in what seemed like forever. The water was crystal clear and even slightly blue in color, it felt nice if their slightly dried skin. They used the water to rinse away the dried blood and a bit of dirt off their hands and wrists. 

     After they finished Salem used the small black hand towel that was folded up on the counter top to dry the water off, patting their cuts he tly as not to remove any scabs. They place the towel back down, glancing over to the small bottle of soap. They probably needed a shower, especially since it had been more than a week since their last one. After looking back and forth between the shower and the door a couple times before finally deciding on the shower. The door had no lock, but the red button was staring them in the face. They had been told to push it, and every other time Salem didn't listen to Donna it didn't go so well. After a bit of thinking Salem slowly reaches out and presses the button, hearing a small clicking sound but nothing else. They nervously bite the inside of their cheek, waiting to see if anything would happen. When nothing did they felt safe enough to undress. They pulled off their clothes and placed them on the floor, moving over to the shower and trying to figure out how it worked. It was quite simple when they figured it out and Salem adjusted the water, making sure to grab the bottle of soap.  

     It didn't take long for Salem's nerves to be calmed by the warm water, their muscles relaxing for what was probably the first time since they arrived here. The water ran down over their broad shoulders and soaked their hair, which they used their fingers to comb out. They reached for the small bottle, which was a very pale purple color. They opened it and poured just enough for their hair into their hand, it was almost jelly-like and had a yellowish tint. Salem lathered it a bit between their hands before using it to coat their hair, the smell being so familiar it was almost intoxicating. They let it sit in their hair for a little while, leaning against the wall and fully relaxing into the water. While they were zoned out, a small shuffle was heard, followed by a slight bang which startled Salem out of their trance. They peered out of the shower to see a hole had opened up in the wall. They tilted their head curiously, it seemed like some kind of tint elevator and inside it was a small woven basket with a towel, new clothes, a brush, and something wrapped in white paper. They quickly rinsed out their hair, which felt much better now that all the dirt and grime had been washed away. They turned off the water, gently wringing their hair out with their hands before stepping out. They stepped onto the tile floor, being careful not to slip. Salem walked to the basket, picking it up and taking it out of the hole in the wall which almost immediately closed back up. They set the basket down and started to pull out all the items. They first used the towel to semi dry off their hair, wrapping it around them and tucking it in on the side. The next thing was a small black hairbrush which Salem used to brush out the remaining tangles in their hair. After drying off they put on the new clothes, a pair of new black shorts and a black shirt that fit them a bit better than the last. In the bottom was a small piece of cake wrapped in paper, a little note attached to it.

     "Salem, I'm going out. Here are a few things for you to use in the shower. And a snack until I return. I won't be long." 

     Salem placed the note, which was signed by Donna and a small heart, back down in the basket. They took the small piece of cake, sniffing it a bit before taking a bite. They didn't have a fork so they just used their fingers to hold it. It seemed to be some kind of vanilla with a semi sweet icing. It was very soft and just Salem's type of cake if they ever ate any. After they finished they put the wrapper back in the basket and washed their hands again before leaving the bathroom. They fixed their hair as they walked so that their eyes were covered. They walked back over to their bed, sitting down and letting out a small sigh. The new clothes and their nicely washed hair made them feel so much better. The air seemed to be a bit heavier than before, perhaps it was the moisture from the water that Salem used. They didn't want to sleep again but they didn't really know what else to do, perhaps they could draw. Salem reached down and picked up the notebook, turning to an empty page and began to aimlessly sketch. Once they stopped for a moment and inspected the drawing they had made, they were stunned to see that the drawing looked strikingly similar to the painting from the hallway downstairs. Salem felt a bit sick to their stomach, why of all things did they think of that crazy lady. Or at least Salem assumed that's who it was, as Donna's attire was strikingly similar to that of the photo. 
     Salem stared down at the paper, hesitating a moment before labeling the drawing "Donna- my version" and closing the notebook and hiding it back under the bed. They laid back down onto their pillows, on the ceiling sat a small brown moth. Salem smiled a bit, wondering how it even got in the house. It fluttered down to Salem and landed on their chest, it's wings folding back as it crawled around on Salem's shirt. "Well hello.." Salem says softly, smiling and watching as it moves, "Aren't you just a cutie…" Salem adored moths, and was happy to see another living creature that wasn't Donna. The moth fluttered away and was gone before Salem could even react. They frowned a bit and sighed, it was nice while it lasted. Suddenly a strange tiredness swept over them, their eyes unable to stay open. They stayed awake long enough to cover their body with the covers before falling asleep in the strange house once again.