Her New Doll (Completed)

Chapter Four- Beddy-Bye

Even using her dolls with the cadou it exhausts Donna almost completely dragging Natalya to the bed upstairs and shifting her onto the mattress. She leans on the dresser across the room dripping sweat. It's almost so much she wants to take off her veil.

Laying in the bed Natalya shifts and moves, stretching stiffly like an old farm dog. She hisses and lifts her shirt to look at the laceration. Before she can get a good look Donna takes her shirt and covers her chiseled stomach once more. With the fabric in place she smooths it down like sheets on a bed, still breathing hard.

"Nighty night! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Angie flies down the hall cackling. The other dolls in the room shift. Donna watches Natalya watching them. She still isn't scared. Because she can't feel fear. It's not so hard for her to comprehend. The way Natalya can't feel fear she can't feel happiness. It was taken from them.

"Thank you, this is nice," Natalya murmurs and yawns, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Donna moves and fixes Natalya's hair before pulling the blankets up over her and tucking her in. She strokes Natalya's cheek and kisses her forehead through the veil before leaving.

While Natalya is almost immediately dragged into a deep, dreamless sleep Donna is wide awake. Usually she'll lay tired and toss and turn fitfully until she falls into a nightmare realm to reflect her waking life. But now she can't sleep. Something is different. Something is, better.

Natalya.

Donna has seen the others be in love before. Alcina loves the maidens, in her own sick way. Cassandra and Bela follow their mother. Heisenberg doesn't care for anyone but himself. Moreau only loves Miranda. The closest she can liken her feelings is to Daniela, which frightens her. Daniela is the one they make fun of. The one they look down on and talk about behind her back.

But Daniela is also the happiest, in between her heartbreak not understanding her victims do not love her.

Her thoughts keep circling and circling and they keep coming back to Natalya. How sweet her smile was when she looked at Angie. No one smiles at Angie but her. She wants to see that sweet smile for herself, not through the gaze of Miranda's twisted gift. But that would require Donna taking her veil off, and she knows Natalya won't smile if she sees her face.

In the morning Donna is sore and stiff from having moved Natalya all throughout the house and she's too tired to move her again. She thinks about calling Alcina to ask to borrow some of her maids but that requires calling her cruel older sister. No. That is an absolute last resort.

Calling Miranda sends her insides into a tumult. That's also not an option. So she stands outside the door against the wall racking her brain for ideas.

"Miss Beneviento?"

A tingling sensation runs up Donna's spine, and it's not unpleasant. Her cheeks flush and her heart races. It's been so long since anyone called her that.

"Miss Beneviento I know you're there. I hate to be an inconvenience but I kind of need to use the restroom."

Using all of her power requires gathering the cadou from her dolls Donna carries Natalya like a puppet and puts her in the bathroom before locking the door. Mother Miranda may be capable of these inhuman atrocities, but Donna can't imagine nor can she manage keeping this woman immobile.

Hurrying downstairs Donna hesitates and struggles before finally dialing lord Heisenberg. He answers promptly, as usual.

"What?"

"I need, some help."

Heisenberg had been kind enough to help her by making the mechanical mechanisms inside her dolls. Donna could design them herself, it was the fabrication that was the issue. As long as it was inhumane and slightly deranged Heisenberg was always happy to help.