My Personal Ken Doll

Chapter Three

The old woman seemed nice, Elsie thought as she placed her bottle of wine and the small box alongside one another on her table; even if the woman had followed her home and waited outside her home, Elsie was just thankful for a gift. Although, there was a niggling feeling in the back of Elsie's mind that suggested the worst outcome of this night.

Images of Elsie opening the pristine box and finding the corpse of a dead rat filled her head, making her pause and glance at the box once again. It was just the right size for a rat body...

But Elsie knew that would be impossible, right?

Reconsidering the past hour of her life, Elsie knew that it wasn't all that impossible at all. The odds of finding a dead rat inside the box was about the same as meeting an old lady who follows you home and gives you a gift. Who was to say the woman hadn't given Elsie a dead animal? Or worse:  some sort of voodoo doll.

Supposedly, that wouldn't be the worst outcome, though. If Elsie opened the box and found her own voodoo doll, she'd simply start treating it right; since clearly, someone had been taking pleasure in torturing her.

Rolling her eyes at her complete enamourment with this small box, she gripped her used wine glass and poured another healthy helping of wine into it; she wouldn't let this surprise gift sway her from her plans of drunken self-hatred and self-loathing, but, if she was honest with herself, she really was curious as to what was inside the box.

Sipping a large mouthful of wine, she pushed the glass away from the edge of the table, preventing her clumsiness from striking, and pulled the box closer. Feeling the full weight, the box didn't seem to weigh much at all; which struck Elsie's curiosity like a match.

Her mind relaying back to the images of small dead animals, she suddenly felt sick. It wasn't such a far stretch after all. Maybe she was being used in some kind of satanic ritual.

Stopping her mind from weaving dark images of even darker magic, she decided to just tear open the box. If she was being used in dark magic then, oh well. It wasn't like the magic could destroy much of her life, she'd done that for herself.

Picking up the end of the box, she looked for an opening. She didn't fancy having a pile of ripped cardboard to clean up, so she'd open it as neatly as she possibly could but considering she was seeing two of the box, she didn't think it would all that neat.

Seeing a small opening, Elsie jammed her thumb inside the box and wiggled it around, attempting to loosen up the flaps of the box so that she could then rip it open. So far, she couldn't feel the fur of any dead animal.

Wait.

She spoke too soon.

Elsie felt something soft as she wiggled her thumb deeper inside the box, something like hair. Ripping her thumb out, she decided that she really didn't care if there was a mess and that she'd just rip it open completely.

One. Elsie counted in her mind, steading her rapid, lucid thoughts.

Two. Elsie inched towards the box.

And, three. Not stopping to think of what small furry thing's grave she was defiling, she ripped open the box from top to bottom.

And what she found in there was definitely not something she expected, nor something she really needed.

Inside the tiny, white box was a doll. A small, rapturous looking doll. It was better looking than any human that she'd seen, yet it could have been mistaken for a real man had it been human-sized. 

Its skin colour was the colour of fresh coffee, the kind that she'd always craved early in the morning when she'd just opened her eyes. 

Its body was moulded to be perfectly muscular, without being too bulky, creating a wonderful impression under its tightly fitting tailored clothes.  The clothes were even more impressive than the deliciously moulded body, as though it was made by Gucci themselves. The shirt that had been created solely for this doll has been made to accentuate every bulge in its biceps, every curvature of its chiselled human-like chest, down to its blush-worthy carved v shape.