Still Doll

Chap (3)

I slept uncomfortably on the cold ground and found a crick in my neck, the door handle was being pushed down which made me jump up on my two feet immediatly. Could it already be five o clock? It couldn't be, a person only sleeps that long if they've been knocked out. 

Master's face peeped around the door, "Ah my doll your awake! I know it's early but I need to give you knew schedules."  

I smiled with confusement, "New schedule?" He nodded while presenting me a list, "I moved our little meetings to three times a day from Monday to Wednesday, the times are not the same but you'll just have to get used to them I'm afraid." He went to an empty space on the wall and pinned the schedule to it. I eyed the doorway, it was gaping open I had a chance to run while he had his back turned. No, not yet... It couldn't be this easy, surely the front door was locked and the key was attached to his strap that he always carried with him. 

"Even better news!" he snapped me back to life, making me whirl around to him. "We can celebrate the new schedule; I'm going to present you with a takeout." 

"Takeout?" I gasped in astonishment. He always wanted to let me keep my figure the way it was.  

"Yes, a takeout. You can have either chinese or pizza." he made his way to the door, "Which would you prefer?" 

I shrugged, "Cheese pizza?" he squint his eyes at this suggestion, thinking his plans through. "Yes I suppose this would be alright. I'll see you at two." 

"Safe journey Master." I breathed through clenched teeth. As soon as the door was bolted and locked I gathered enough strength to look at our new timetable. I gasped at his hand-print, making sure my eyes were not decieving. 

Monday- Wednesday: 2:00 pm, 6:00pm, 10:30 pm.

Thursday- Sunday: 3:00pm, 6:30 pm.

"No!" I screamed, "No, there has to be a mistake... There has to be!" I looked away from the piece of paper and looked back again, the same messy print was still scarred on the page. I knew if I changed it he would notice, he had to have it written down somewhere else in intials or something like J.V or D.V: Julie's visit or Doll's visit. 

I hated when he called me doll! It made me feel so dirty and different.  

I hated when I called him master! It made me feel like I was his slave. I knew he hugged himself everytime I said it.  

To calm down I practiced for this evenings dancing The sleeping beauty, after all it would keep him and me happy. "Step one two three four." I repeated over and over again to help my body gain trust with my words and help me dance. After a while it went well everything  

was going well until I skidded in my ballet slippers and hurdled toward the leg of the cabinet and hitting my toe off it. I heard a loud click noise which must've been my toenail chipping. I sat on the edge of the bed and moaned, lifting my foot up and gently rubbing my toe. 

I ducked my head into my hands and sighed. If I flunked in this performance he'll definitely abuse me,  badly, probably harder than before.  

I remember when the first time I refused to dance for him. He tied me to the bed and started to rape me. That was the day I learned my lesson.

The fourth day I flunked and tripped over the edge of the carpet he slit my wrist, engraving tiny words, tip of the nail sized words into my flesh: Naughty dolls become broken dolls. 

The scar was still written on my wrist, still in that tiny paragraph. I needed to get this right. If I liked it or not. He'll decide.