The Doll Maker

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Sarah could feel the tear rolling down her cheek, the warm and salty liquid making its way down her face and lightly dripping onto her hand that lay lifeless on the arm rest of the wooden chair. Her skin could feel the loose, splintery wood beneath her arm digging into her flesh as her weight leaned on her limb; small trickles of blood felt as they dripped down her arm. A rough, scratching rope was tied tight around her wrists and ankles; cutting the circulation off to her hands and feet.

Her green eyes scanned the room fearfully, but her head remained still and at an odd, motionless angle that made her appear as though she were sleeping. The position was an uncomfortable one for her, but her paralysis made her unable to move her seemingly lifeless neck from the odd position, and fix her aching neck.

Sarah desperately attempted to move her fingers; the feeling in her body completely gone leaving only the sensation of nothingness in her flesh. Sarah had never felt so hopeless in her life, the paralysis making her feel the lowest she had ever been; the paralysis taking away the only control she could have in that moment — taking away the only thing she had left.

The musty, dirty cellar around her was cold and damp; long sheets of plastic stapled to the ceiling around her making her feel even more trapped in the small space where she sat with three other girls; their situation similar to her own.

Each girl was different; one had long, curly, spitfire red hair with a pale face and wide, striking green eyes. Her pale face had a slightly orange blush and bright, nude pink lipstick and light eyeshadow. Another had pin straight blonde hair, small strand of light brown mixed into the golden hair. Her eyes were an ocean blue, the color deep and alluring; and her face was also a very pale white with rosy cheeks and bright red lipstick. Lastly, the last girl in the room had dark, curly brown hair, her eyes being a dark chocolate brown with hints of orange and her skin matching the dark chocolate color. Her cheeks were rosy with pink blush and her lips were lined with a deep, wine red lipstick and light eyeshadow that deepened her eyes.

Sarah didn't know the names of any of the girls, only that they were probably stuck in the same situation she was; she only prayed that they all got out in one piece.

Sarah averted her eyes from the frightened girls and to a small round table that stood in front of them; small teacups placed on small plates that were placed in front of each of them. The cups were a decorative design of porcelain white and pink swirling lines that intersected one another on occasion. The design matched the small plates that the teacups were placed on; along with the teapots, sugar bowls, and cream pots.

The sound of a the plastic behind her moving made Sarah's eyes widen slightly, and she desperately tried to see who was behind her; but being unable to move her head made the attempt that much more difficult and all she saw, was nothing.

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