Won't You Come Play?

Little Doll

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I know this one is still as short as the others, but another chapter is coming very, very soon. Anyway, if anyone has any constructive criticism or ideas for me, please let me know!

Have a lovely read and an even better day!

TW -

Panic attacks

Manipulation

Flashbacks

Dehumanization

Blurred cursing

"Come here, my little doll."

Mitch took a hesitant step forward, eyeing the tiny whip in the girl's hand. With every step forward, a little more of his dignity shriveled up and died.

"Yes... Good boy."

She patted his head... Like a dog...

Guess it suited him...

After all, he felt like nothing more than an animal at the foot of her bed.

A little doll for her to play with...

"Now... Mitchie, why don't we have a little chat..."

Her mouth tilted down at the end of her sentence...

Well, that was never a good sign.

He began to speak, but a loud crack of her whip silenced him immediately.

"What did we say about talking without permission Mitchie...?"

When he didn't respond, she smiled lightly, and it lit up her face like a beacon of light.

She was so beautiful when she was happy...

It was his fault she didn't smile more often.

He was a horrible doll.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so very much for coming here. I'd like to introduce to you a very special guest of honor. Introducing, the princess, Francesca."

Her face was as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on her. The way her hair fell against her face... The way her eyes seemed to glow with strength and power... The way she smiled, all prim and proper, but full of emotion.

It made him sick.

Even as her eyes scanned the crowd, she hadn't seemed to notice him yet.

He hoped she never would.

Because being in her presence was enough to have him spiraling back into his old ways. He didn't think he could survive coming face to face with the girl.

"Hello everyone, I'm Francesca, it's nice to meet you all."

He could feel himself shrinking down, trying to make himself smaller...

Just like he used to.

"Brandon, could you come and stand by Francesca please?"

Brandon looked about as sick as Viper felt. He was practically falling over with how drunk he had already become, swaying dangerously as he walked over.

"After all it's been ten long years since you've seen each other."

Francesca looked about as happy as she could be, seeing her fiance after all these years. In fact, she practically threw herself on top of him as he stumbled towards her.