Dollhouse: Continued but slow

Prologue- Lauren Smith

Lauren Smith was running through the woods, glancing behind every few steps. She was tired, tired of running. But she knew if she stopped, she'd get killed. If she continued, she might just make it to the village on the other side of the forest. She had to hurry if she wanted to live. Lauren couldn't remember why she agreed to meet this guy who had text her at school, and who she doesn't know. Panting, she ran faster than ever. She tripped. She screamed. She was hit. She was down. She was taken, taken from the woods, the village, the town. She was gone.

Police looked for days, days which turned into months, months that turned to years. She was truly gone. Lauren had been taken, kidnapped by this man, this kidnapper. This killer. She was taken to an abandoned warehouse. The room she woke up to looked exactly like the one back home, wherever home was. She went to breakfast every morning, lunch every day, dinner every night. Her days went from worried in her room to exploring the dark walls outside in the corridors that led anywhere, to down deep in the whole of torture. Never any guests, never any company, never anyone. She became bored, lonely, frightened. "Wherever there is noise, there's a way" she remembered. But there was no noise. Just silence to greet her every day. For 3 years. 3 years she was trapped in the warehouse, the duplicate, the dollhouse. She finally escaped. When the power went out for a single minute, she had time to get herself out. All those days down in he whole, all those times where she'd be to scared to anything. She escaped. Escaped to the woods, where she ran. Ran like she did 3 years ago. Ran to comfort, ran to safety. Ran to home. For hours she ran. Hours that seemed to go on forever. And still, she was lost in the woods. She ran for the closest village, town, city. Nowhere. Nowhere to be found. She heard him, panting. Panting for breath. She continued. Slower, but she continued. She tripped, she screamed, she fell. She heard him. Heard him trip, stumble, but not fall. Instead, he didn't do anything, but stand there, satisfied. Satisfied by this little drama. Lauren shut her eyes, tight. And then, there was darkness.

When Lauren woke, she was greeted by the company of her family. She was in her own room, in her own house, in her own street, in her own town. Not in the dollhouse. But her own house. She was safe. Weeks went by, where she acted like everything was normal, like nothing happened. But the police were eager to get all the details. Details that she refused to give. Anything to forget about the last 3 years of torture. But she would never forget about the dollhouse. Months went by with nothing happening. Then, he returned. Returned to kill...

"Come to the woods where you ran. Ran from me, and I shall pay you in return. I apologise for putting you through that torturous experiment. Please. Let me make it up to you.
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Lauren did as she was asked, only to find that it was wrong. That she shouldn't have gone to the woods, for she never found the masked killer. She looked for hours, only to find that he was behind her. It was quick and easy, painless and memorable. In and out, that's all he needed to do. He let her drop to the floor, dead. He threw the knife next to her, to prove that she was killed. That she was the first experiment. And there were more to come...