dolly in the basement

「sneak peak」

I woke up in a daze, my head pounding. Bridgette. Where is she? I could barely find the energy to open my eyes, and my body just rolled around in the bed sheets aimlessly. I slurred out her name, whimpered her name, cried her name softly and it was still silence. I felt awake and ready to go, yet I couldn't be bothered moving or opening my eyes.

"Genevieve baby, what's the matter?"

Creak after creak I could hear foot steps. Who is Genevieve? The voice was clearly a male and he scolded Genevieve for messing up the bed, telling her to sit up so he could give the girl her medication. I stayed still of course. My bedroom was small, how did Bridgette manage to fit another bed in here? I could only hear the man sigh before he sat me up. What was he doing?

"you need to cooperate with me Eve" he states sternly. I wanted to ask what he meant but it felt like I have been paralysed. My eyes soon opened, and it wasn't my doing, the man needed to open them for me.

"there we are, my pretty Eve" he smiles. All I could do was stare at him. I didn't know what he was talking about nor what he was doing. I could move my eyes though, and I looked around. It's almost what you would find in your little sisters dollhouse. A pastel pink themed room, along with everything else.

I could feel a sharp sting enter my arm, but my body didn't move, it couldn't. All I could do was look down at my arm, finding a needle that was slowly being injected into my blood. The man clearly new what he was doing, almost like he has done this before. The sting went away soon, the medicine that was in the tube now in my blood. He put a small transparent band-aid on my arm and stood up, moving my body so I was sitting up.

"It will work Genevieve, it will work this time" he states calmly, giving me a firm look as he whispers the last part, "I promise"

This is a story, my story. First let me introduce myself. Hi, I'm Cherry Winston. I'm 19 years old and I enjoy painting. I broke my left arm when I was 5 and then broke my right arm when I was 12. I never learned to swim or make my mums classic apple and blueberry pie. I have one sister, she is 11 and her name is Penelope. Every Friday after school, I take her out to get ice cream and go bowling, and that's when my story started. Please listen to me and don't make the same mistakes I made.

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update schedule: every Sunday
warnings: this is a horror/thriller novel and definitely don't read if you don't like dolls! pretty self explanatory.

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