Her New Doll (Completed)

Chapter Eleven: A Clean Bill of Health Pt. 2

Miranda is well aware of Donna's attachment to her dolls. She's curious how attached she is to her new subject. Natalya has proven to be hardy and resilient. She'd be a fine subject for the cadou. Granted nothing would ever return her limbs. And she's not keen on giving Karl any allies in his hatred of her. If there would ever be someone who could defeat her, it would be a soldier.

"There's no more pus filling the scabs and the infection is gone."

Miranda pokes around the healing Y shaped scar stretching from her ribs on one side to just above her hip on the other. Natalya doesn't squirm, she just watches. As does Donna.

Watching Miranda run her bare hands over Natalya's skin causes two reactions. Natalya wants to squirm and throw a punch that would break the woman's lower jaw, and Donna wants to kill her. She hates Miranda, but hates her even more than usual. This is a cold, controlled, slithering hate that starts gears turning in her mind.

"Donna, hand me those scissors."

Instead Donna shakes violently. So much so that Angie shudders too so her porcelain bits clatter.

"Get your own damn scissors," Natalya growls, "Hell give me my fucking knife and I'll cut it out myself."

"No."

After getting the scissors herself Miranda takes Natalya's arm and pins it to the headboard. Natalya growls and Miranda smacks her across the face. It's a stunning blow that leaves her reeling.

Donna's hands are balled into tight fists at her sides. She's still shaking but it's changed from fear to rage again. The air is thick, and if not for Miranda's immunity and Natalya inability everyone would be in terror.

With Natalya's hand pinned Miranda cuts the sutures with her other hand. The scissors aren't sharp, but they're sharp enough to cut the poor quality suture thread. Once it's done Miranda plucks out the strings, watching Natalya's face for minute movements.

Natalya's lips curl into silent snarls and a few winces of minor pain but nothing more. Natalya refuses to give Miranda the satisfaction.

"You should be fine. No strenuous activity for awhile but you should start moving around more to develop muscle you've lost to atrophy. You'll develop new muscles as well to help walking and handling things," Miranda says matter of factly. She smirks to herself, "Enjoy your toy Donna, she should live."

While Natalya is left alone in her room Donna follows Miranda to the door. Angie speaks for her, as usual.

"Can she take a bath yet? She stinks," Angie cackles.

Miranda smirks, "You're practically eager."

"Get out," Donna growls. Her voice is deep and hoarse and she barely contains her shaking.

"She can bathe. I would suggest salt to help clean the wounds while they heal," Miranda replies, and leaves.

This leaves Donna with a conundrum. She can help Natalya into a bath. She'll certainly smell better. But that also requires her to disrobe, and she's still upset with Natalya for talking to the maid. Not really for speaking but for frightening her.

"She can sit for a little longer," Angie groans.

So Donna decides she will. Natalya will sit. Just as long as it takes her to get her thoughts in order on how to proceed.

Sitting in her bed for much of the morning Natalya can hear Donna rustling around. She knows when the dolls in the room shift that her mistress is watching or checking up on her. Each time she's laying letting sunlight pour across her skin, still examining the gnarled scar with interest.