Short Stories

#The Broken Doll

He shattered my spirit, my joy, my life. I was stripped of my identity. I was now his doll, his play thing. I was groomed and fed but only when he saw it fit. He would bathe me and dress me I found this dehumanizing but I didn't rebel because there would be punishment. I couldn't go a next five days without food. My insides felt like they were feeding on itself. I couldn't take it in this hell hole. They both kept me here, against my will for six months.
This is the story of my kidnapping. My name is Alexandria Dornin. But for the six months I was in the hands of my captor I was known as Precious. I was 17 when I was abducted, two months before my 18th birthday. On my way back from studying late at the library I was struck hard in the head with a blunt object. The blow was painful and effective, I blacked out. I presumed I was then stuffed into a car then brought to the prison where I am now.
When I woke up I had tape over my mouth and restrains on. I was in a room it looked like a child's room, it was painted a bright colour. Four thick walls, no windows. It had a large doll house and dolls of different kinds.There was a single bed and a closet filled with baby doll type dresses. I was not home. I began screaming to the to of my lungs and banging on the door which I presumed led out. I yelled until I was hoarse, until it hurt. Tears brimmed my eyes and a continuous stream rolled down my face. The light which lit the room went out. Darkness engulfed the room and my cries grew louder. I was truly afraid and confused the worst combination. I managed to go make my way to the bed in the darkness and there I cried myself to a undeniable slumber.
The smell of breakfast woke me. I met a strange man at the door. Realizing I was still in this room I begged him to release me.
"Who brought me hear,"I asked him.
"I did, you're my new doll,"he said playfully.
His words were said playfully but those words released utmost terror. He was my captor. He rest the tray at the edge of the bed. I begged him to release me, he simply ignored me and began whistling a tune. He must of shorten the chains that I was bound with I no longer reached the door. The shackles and chains which bound me was bolted to the ground near the end of the bed. I began crying but I was forced to eat so that's what I did.
He was tall, medium build, lightskin with brown hair.He was maybe in his early thirtys. He had dark brown eyes which constantly studied me. He came near me, I was afraid of his intentions then he ordered me to strip. I begged and cried but I was slapped across the face and he demanded. I did what he said, his voice and expression darkened. I was in tears but I complied I removed my t-shirt and jeans, he viciously grabbed them from me. He handed me a purple dress from the closet and ordered me to put it on so I did. It had white lace and a fitted bodice then it flared out to the bottom like the type I wore when I was little. His face wrinkled then a smile was formed on his hard features as he admired me. My hair was brushed then he left the room taking my clothes with him. The only thing I was left with was my watch, the only thing that help me tell the time of day where I was.
Weeks had pasted. I had grown arrogant but he quickly broke that out, by leaving me without food or water for days when I disobeyed him. I felt like an animal in a cage, I was his prisoner. Some nights I didn't sleep, other nights I cried myself to sleep. When I was punished I felt the withdrawal of food and water greatly. The empty void which seem to be collapsing on itself which was my stomach, the painful dryness as I swallowed, feeling weak and helpless, I had to do as he said. I was bathed,
fed and groomed by him and when he did these thing he always would say "you're my pretty doll, my beautiful Precious,"
An evening after he left my room I decided to look in the doll house for anything that will help me remove the lock on the schackles. I hoped to find a Bobby pin in one of the doll's hair. There where plastic dolls and porcelain dolls. I didn't have any luck but I found this porcelain doll which had a striking resemblance to me. The doll had the same blue eyes dark hair and similar facial features. At the front of her dress the name Precious was sewn into it. What scared me the most was at the bottom of the doll's shoe Alexandria Dornin was writtin in black marker. I dropped the doll, fear gripped me tightly and swaddled me. A series of terrible thoughts swamped my mind. I was afraid but I had a lot of questions which must be answered.
My captor got a helper. He was around my age with brown hair and grey eyes. I begged him to release me each time he delivered my meal but he didn't respond if he did he told me he couldn't. As the days pasts he began talking to me each time he delivered my meal. I found out he was also imprisoned but my captor had a greater hold on him because that was his father. I grew fond of him. Each day I looked forward to seeing him. My captor still visited me also to groom me but at least I spoke to Dylan before.
I've kept check of the time and if I was correct, it was my birthday. My captor must have known also he dressed me in a beautiful blue dress unlike the other baby doll type dresses. Dylan must of dropped my food while I was still asleep. There was a note hidden under my bowl it read: we'll both be free, soon. I'll make sure of it my dear Alexandria. There was also a old metal key hidden in my cereal. I heard my captor's voice from the other side of the door and I quickly hide the note and the key.

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