Prologue:
After I made sure no footsteps were coming along the corridor where my room was placed I bowed down to my bed to retrieve a journel that was kept safe and private from his eyes. I started to write on the marker pen that he dropped when he came in once: Day 29, The eleventh of December. I don't know how long he will put up with me but I'm sure it won't be too long. I'm afraid to ask him or... My master... To go outside to see this months beautiful snow.
My favourite season of the year will be crushed because of my master. How long could he make me suffer? Even though I'm only 19 and he must be in his late 30s. He forced me to leave my blonde hair in a bun for all times when he enters... He makes sure I wear makeup that would be seen on a porcelain doll. Anyway, I will not torment you any longer journal with my problems.
I can hear him coming.
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This is it so far... I'm done chapter one but it'll be up by tomorrow... <3
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Still Doll
FantasyAt nineteen years old Julie was kidnapped. Her kidnapper was known as master and at exactly the time on his schedule said he would arrive into her room to watch her do ballet. If Julie missed a step? If Julie demanded 'no' as an answer? She was sev...
