Porcelain

⌖ Chapter 1 ⌖

      "Good Morning, Doll." A deep voice breathed in my ear. The warm rush of air against my neck caused me to squirm and wake. My head throbbed painfully against my skull, and my whole body ached. I slowly opened my eyes and was met with a pair of cold, grey eyes staring straight at me, our noses almost touching. I quickly jerked back from the man and groaned as the sudden movement sent blinding pain through my skull.

      The man before me looked fairly young, maybe around thirty. He was tall and sinewy. He easily could outmatch someone my size, with minimum effort. He had long brown hair, that splayed against his forehead. His steely grey eyes were intimidatingly ferocious looking. I'd never seen him before, I would definitely recognize him if I knew him.

      "Where am I?" I asked, "Who the hell are you?" I squirmed against the bindings snaked around my wrists and legs. His hand flew out and connected with my cheek, knocking my head sideways. "You will show me respect, Doll!" He screamed, his finger pointed in my face, as if he was scolding a child. "No cursing, Doll."

      "My name's not Doll!" I seethed. Immense anger coursed through me, How dare he? This asshole grabbed me off the street and demands respect. I stared at him head-on. "You're my Doll." He smiled evilly at me, his gapped teeth revealing. "My perfect porcelain Doll." He ran his knuckles over my cheek, a lofty smile lifting his lips. I pulled away as far as possible with my restraints, "Fuck you."

      My words instantly changed his mood, deep furrowed anger blazed in his eyes. "How dare you? I am your savior! I brought you to your destiny!" He screamed, holding his arms out to the dark, plain grey walls surrounding us. "Doll." He added.

      I opened my mouth to curse him, but his fist beat me to it. His hard knuckled fist collided with my jaw, splitting my lip. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as I recoiled from the blunt force. I bit my lip to hold back my moan of pain, but only whimpered when my teeth hit my bleeding lip.

      "I can't wait till we get the other Dolly here, i just have to go find him." He laughed, leaning down to be level with my face. "I'll finally have my Dolls, Daddy would never let me have them." The Man said, a forlorn look in his grey eyes. I spit in his face, bloody specks sparkling over his features.

      His fist clenched and I braced myself for the punch, but it never came. He turned around and stomped out of the room. I finally let myself relax in the chair. I took in the room around me. Plain, stumped grey walls connected around me. Fluorescent lights beat down from the ceiling, the ever-present buzz echoing quietly.

      What the hell happened? My face ached excruciatingly, along with my head. Kidnapped. The thought finally settled through my head. I became crazed, jerking and screaming. Fire burned on my skin against the rope tied around me, and eventually i could feel warm liquid dripping to my fingertips.

      A Doll? My kidnapper was insane. A fucking Doll. I was a human, not a plastic play toy. What did he say about another "Dolly"? He was bringing someone else here? Fuck.