Porcelian Doll

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Dominic woke up and found himself locked in a closet. It was stuffy and smelled like cinnamon. Dominic was sensitive to certain smells.
Issac was downstairs laughing and joking with his friends, Dominic felt frightened. Issac got up to get a few bud lights for him and the two friends. One of them had piercings in their face, he wore dark clothes and a crop top that he stole from his sister. The other was fairly handsome. He had dark hair and his lips were a Cupid's bow. Issac instead walked to the closet.
Dominic heard Issac's footsteps approaching the closet. Dominic began to tremble, his heart was in his throat. Issac opened the closet door a bit to look at the smaller boy. Issac smirked and closed the closet door when he saw Dominic's face look up.
Dominic saw the scar on Issac's cheek. He wondered how he got it. Issac chuckled quietly to himself.
Several hours passed, Dominic grew a bit hungry. He was used to eating in the middle of the day. Issac unlocked the closet door and downstairs to sit on the couch. He waited for Dominic to slowly emerge out of the closet. Issac had a cigarette in his mouth, he had just gotten addicted to them ever since his friend with the facial piercings introduced him to them.
"H-Hello?" Dominic stuttered and walked down the wooden staircase. Issac didn't say anything. Dominic could smell the cigarette smoke from where he stopped dead in his tracks, Issac walked up to the smaller and younger male.

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