I lay limply on the ground examining the area of dust. It's been a week now since the whole attack, today is the day he allows his son to enter the world of perversion.
Poor, poor boy.
After a long while of concentrating my thoughts on the young boy that would come and be thought the ways his dad knew the front door unlocked and footsteps trailed down the corridor. "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?" a teenaged voice scoffed. My master's tone was like he was about to unlock all the abuse out on him, "Never say that word ever again! Do you hear me?" For once he sounded like a trained parent.
My bedroom door quickly unlocked and was pushed wide open, his son and I gave eachother unfamilar gazes. "What the hell dad?!" his son finally breathed out tryng to push his way past his father to the doorway.
"This is my doll." master presented me, I started to shake mildly as I got up. "What do you say, doll?" master glared at me, expecting a quick answer.
"Hello... Master." I dodged my eyes away from both of them, his son's voice sounded shocked and misleaded, "She called you master?!"
Master nodded and pulled his son in by the arm, "This will be your secondhand master. When I'm gone he will take good care of you."
"By the time your gone, master, I'll be in my fifties or sixties." I sighed out. "Your point?" Master said through gritted teeth.
"My beauty will fade." I considered to him, but he just churtled a laugh, "Indeed it will, but not your dancing skills." he turned to his son, "I will leave you alone with her for today. First let's go into the kitchen and I'll introduce rules of Julie." when they left I forced my ear against the door and listened carefully.
"Dad, I don't wanna do this." master's son demanded.
"Too bad your going to and your going to like it-"
"NO!" I could imagine the son being dragged by his shirt, face to face with his father. "You don't have a choice!" I heard a smashing sound, it alarmed me to step back a few paces, just then the door slammed opened presenting master and his son, his son had a bruise on his left arm. "I have to go now, doll. He will take good care of you." as soon as the door closed and his car started up I turned to the master's son.
"You gotta get me out of here!" I begged. His face tightened and then released, "No."
YOU ARE READING
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...
