The ToyMakers Volume 1

Chapter 22: Strings of Sorrow and anger

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"My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner. If the heavens ever did speak. She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week. "We were born sick," you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes. She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom." The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick But I love it Command me to be well Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen."
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-Corina-

I didn't like sewing, I used to adore it but when the dolls started to attack even with Matthew's encouragement, I began to detest it.

I smirked as I glanced down near my feet where the dolls were now doing my bidding, adjusting their clumsy movements if I raised my voice or snapped my fingers.

Opal sat by my feet his eyes narrowed just watching over them like some gigantic beast that they feared and it actually worked.

The dolls moved around my room as I carefully sewed with practiced ease to create my brother's new body.

For a moment I froze as I heard footsteps outside my door then a knock once, twice.

That's not Taiga he's never hesitated about anything. Especially about approaching me.

I frowned as I let out a sigh. "Come in!" I called.

A moment later one of the maids entered very slowly her gaze toward the ground. Despite the fact that mother was dead now many of the servants still lived in fear but then again fear is something that you can't get rid of instantly.

The maid glanced over at the mass of cloth, string, and stuffing that was soon going to be my brother and she began to tremble.

"Ma-Madam Corina, I was able to assemble all but one of the things that you asked for," she whispered as she slowly handed me a picnic basket with items I'd asked for.

"Don't worry, Carol I'm not my mother I'm not going to whip you or hurt you for something like this. I understand how hard it is to find a mountain goat carcass especially if you're human," I reassured her.

She just nodded quickly her face pale to the point where I could see her veins pulsing beneath her skin.

"You may go now," I told her as I dismissed her with a wave of my hand.

She gave a stiff bow before leaving the room. I opened the lid of the picnic basket and smiled slightly when I saw the small animal corpses inside along with the planets.

Hibiscus, Nightshade, and hydrangeas absolutely perfect.

As I laid out the items around the bloody symbol that the body lay in I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

When was the last time I found sewing this exhilarating?

I returned to sewing the body as I was almost finished. I was just tying off the final stitch when a chill ran over my skin and I froze.

Goosebumps rose up on my skin and I wrapped my arms around myself trying to warm up.

Opal let out a loud hiss as his fur stood on end. I heard an odd thumping sound, then these wisp of black smoke began to slowly snake underneath my door.