The name is Sasha. She is the WW2 dolly. I live inside of her. Her porcelain body remains stone cold as I wonder through her.
I take my soldiers. Pick them out and reel them in.
One.
By.
One.
They think of me as their leader. But they call me Mama. Children are so gullible that they'll believe anything you say.
Most parents don't like me. I don't know why.. I only take their children for my army. Don't like me? You're dead. Look at my eyes? You're dead.
Kids do anything for their mama, they are my babes, my little ones. Mine was taken too short from me, so what else should I do. Let them roam free? Happy with the little ones? Just like a happy family? No chance. I will take everything that was taken away from me. I will destroy every family. After all, that's what happened to me.
My newest recruit. Cute little lamb. His innocence will be very short lived. Drive his parents crazy. Make them call the police. They won't believe them. Then he's mine. They open her box. It's been a while since I last saw the daylight. I mostly whisper to him through the box. As soon as they open it. They're mine. They've done the job. They've done their Mama proud.
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KAUHU
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