Lianna's POV:
Darkness... silence... cold. I had finally woke up from the car trip. I notice something around my neck, wrists and feet. It felt pretty cold and I could here clanging of metal when I moved them.
I discovered that they were chains of metal. Including a metal colar around my neck. I tried to talk, but my voice was muffled by the clothgag around it. I here someone coming down the stairs.
The lid to the box slowly opened and Vincent was there. "You have been a very naughty doll, Puppet." He said to me. "We are going to get ready for a show. You'll preform for me. My adorable little puppet." He cooded.
He lifted up my mask, and took of the clothgag. I could talk again. My chains were taken off and I had my strings back on.
He took me in his arms over to a stage. He hooked my strings to wood up. He flipped a switch and sat down in a chair. The wood was forcing me to dance.
I just wanted to control my own limbs and run away as far as possible from Vincent.
It was all my fault for following him to the backroom. If I didn't, I would be alive, free and living with my family.
Able to control my limbs without strings. I really hate dolls and puppets now. Then the show was over, the curtain closed.
Vincent took me into the box and chained me up again. "I'm going to give you a gift later after your wonderful performance."
He said. "For now, you may just sit here, trying to sleep through a few nights of nightmares." He said. He closed the lid of the box and I sat there, arms crossed, crying.
I wish I could finally be free to live in harmony. I wonder what the kingdom of Heaven would look like. I eventually got tired and fell asleep. That's when the nightmares began.
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The Tale of Lianna, the Female Puppet
ParanormalLianna was once a girl who loved to dress up like dolls. This was until the day her life got taken away. A mysterious man kidnapped her, and killed her. Her soul, posses a black puppet with a mask. The man uses her as a puppet slave and uses her to...
