The Doll Lover

8. A stunning prom dress

In the house

She doesn't scream, she just smiles. The knife didn't even touch her, but it looked like a was going to kill her. She just smiled. I look confused. "Why don't you scream!" I shout in her face. She keeps smiling. "I ALMOST KILLED YOU!" She closes her eyes. "That's the whole point Dolly, I can call you Dolly right?" I shake my head. "I don't understand! Everybody is terrified! How can you be so calm when I'm about to kill you!" She sights. "The whole point is that you didn't." I get really mad now. I cut the side of her mouth a little bit and I can see she's in pain. But she doesnt make a sound. I cut the other side too and her blood floats down my knife. She opens her mouth and a smile fills her face. Her teeth are all red and tears roll out of her eyes. But she's still smiling. "Can't you ever stop smiling?" I ask her. She shakes her head and her shoulders move with her laughter. "You made me like this." She spits blood all over my face. "No! I'm supposed to make you scared, make you beautiful!" My voice echoes through the room, but her laugh is stronger. "That didn't work out as good as you thought right?" I see the knife wounds I made on her and shake my head. "We can fix your stomach with a dress. And you needed to smile. Woman who smile are much prettier." Her eyes pierce through mine. "I will always laugh, even after you killed me. My laugh will always fill your brain. My laugh will be the annoying song repeating itself in your head. My laugh will never leave you, it will crawl in to the depths of your nightmares and it will haunt you down." I hear those words pierce through my ears, right into my brain. And for one moment I realise, maybe I'm not the psychopath here. She is.

Still in the house (but different pov)

I know things he doesn't know. His own daughter told me things. I don't know where the doll is, but I do know it's gone. I mean the doll that should look like me. Until now, he just carved a knife in me. But he needs the doll to dress me up, give me jewellery. He might know how she maybe looks, but not fully 100%. And as far as I know, he wants me to be perfect. So I just know he won't kill me. Yet.
I also know Alesia doesn't like her dad. At all. So she might really help me, at least I hope so. As long as I keep this play on... I just wished he wouldn't kiss me.
My thoughts get interrupted by the knife close to my face. He already sliced my mouth open and made me bleed and cry. He smiles at me and plays a little with the knife around my face. "Don't you think you're perfect?" I shake my head. "Me neither." He laughs, and I smile at him. He walks away and lays the knife on the table with the other knifes. He walks to the door and whipes his hands clean against his shirt. "Be a good doll, will you? I'll be right back. Just need to grab the doll, won't be long." He smiles at me and winks. Pervert. He walks out of the door and as soon as he's gone, I listen to his footsteps.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Stairs. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Zeven. Eight? ... Nine?
I know how long I have to get back to my place now. I start moving my chair, as silent as possible. I move my chair towards the table with the knifes, but halfway through I fall to the floor. "fudge pops!" I whisper to myself. I listen if anybody heard me. I can't hear anything and try to get up again, which is really hard. Lucky me, he left my feet free. I get on my knees and crawl, kinda, to the table. I put the chair back to the floor and try to help myself up again. I turn around and try to grab one of the knives, but it falls to the floor. I say fudge pops again and try to grab another knife. I grab one and hold it. I move it more to the bottom, so I can cut the rope. Instead of cutting the rope, as if things couldn't get any worse than this, I cut myself. I feel a lot of blood dripping from my wrist. He will notice. I try to cut my rope, and get at least half way through. Then I hear the stairs. I put the knife in my underwear and have around five seconds to get back. I shove my chair back to its original place and fall on the floor in the progres. I hear the door opening and just lay there, sighing, on the floor. He looks at me, first confused, and then I start talking "Jeez, that took you long. Help me up will you? I leaned a little bit too much to the back and fell over. I tried to get back up but it is really hard when you're bounded against a chair." I actually think I see him laughing for fun. But he helps me up quite quick and turns back to the table. I see the knife on the floor and repeat fudge pops in my head multiple times. He looks at the knife, then at me. He grabs it off the floor and comes to me with it. "Hey it isn't my fault that you layed it on the side of the table." He leans over to me and I think he's going to kiss me again. I smile at him and he comes closer and closer to my mouth. "You know, Annabelle, you're pretty smart for a doll." Panic fills my brain. Does he know what I did? But instead of looking shocked I just keep smiling. "Really? And why is that?" He smiles back and opens his mouth. I can smell his breath and it isn't that wrong actually. "You made me love you." He cuts my hands loose and I immediately move my arms to push back his arms. "But not strong." He lifts me off the floor with his two hands around my arms, and he drops the knife in progress. "Now, I did grab the doll, so we're going to dress you up. Of course I can give you two choices. Either I undress you, or you undress yourself in front of me." I laugh at him. "Shouldn't you first buy me dinner before you undress me?" He pushes me against a wall. "You know, that's the point. I did buy you dinner. Remember Matthew?" My back hurts because he pushed me against wall. I look at the closet next to me and then back at him. "I'd rather undress myself please." He smiles and looses his grip. "Then go and get your dress." He pushes me to the closet and walks back fast to grab the knife on the floor. He sits down on the same chair where I just sat in. My mouth hurts from him cutting it and I touch it to see if it's still bleeding, it is. I grab the only black dress from the closet and look at it. "This isn't the right dress." He looks bored. "Then grab the right one." I look at him. "It was a black dress, but not this one." He sits up straight and looks at me. "No it isn't. It's a blue with green dress. Colours like a pond, with diamonds on it." I shake my head. Am I really having a discussion about a dress I'm going to wear when this psycho kills me? He walks over to me and holds me tight so I can't do anything. "Here." He hands me a dress. It is a blue/green dress with little diamonds on it. I hang the black one back and hang the blue/green dress on the closet door. I take off my blouse, since my buttons are already loose. I then proceed to take of my pants and put on the dress. There's a zipper in the back and I turn my back to him. "Close it, will you?" I ask him. He stands up and grabs my hair. But not like pulling, more gentle. He shoves it aside and lays a hand on my hip. He zips the dress closed and turns me around. "Now, your hair." He holds me again and pushes me on the chair. "We are definitely going to put that up and cut it maybe?" my eyes just stare at him. "What are you now? A hair stylist? I thought you were going to kill me, not make me ready for my prom." He looks really mad at me and grabs his scissors. "Let's start." He cuts through my curls like cutting through paper. I see all my beautiful hairs falling to the ground and close my eyes, afraid he will cut out my tongue if I speak. After a few minutes I don't hear the sound of scissors anymore and open my eyes. He looks at me and smiles. "Perfect." I shake my head. He walks to the other table and grabs some jewellery. A necklace with Anabelle in it. Alesia was in it too, but her face is all sliced up. I just recognise a few fragments from her. He puts it around my neck and grabs my hand after he's done. "Now you're perfect." I look at my feet. No shoes. Are there never any shoes on any girl? He pulls me with him and we walk towards the kitchen and into a garden. It's filled with dead girls, and I'm sure I'll soon be one of them.