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Dollhouse (6)

          The six-year old boy was brave, courageous and smart, but he never knew rules in gamescould be altered by choice and coercion.

          One used coercion once, because he thought they were just about to play a game. There isno more suppressing fear from the past, he kept himself tongue-tied from the trauma it causedhim. It didn't matter if he gave the stranger the permission to enter his dollhouse, but he leftindelible scars and marks to his unclothed mannequin from compulsive duress withoutconstraint.

          He was silently screaming when he saw his hands were all tied up. His delicate anddiaphanous skin shredded, with the heat that was created by the rubbing of emollient oil with anauseous scent and corrugated sheets that followed the waves of his crimped hair.

          If he would ever meet the expense of hiring a therapist, the therapist would be convulsedin laughter when he admits pleasure. He considered him as the worst player he ever played with,and for him, it would seem to be meaningless and useless fighting for it.He wonders how many dollhouses he invaded in that small town they once lived in.

          Hewonders if the stranger felt guilt now that he has his own family. He wonders how many thingsthe man invaded before he came entering.