🔪Doll🔪

Chapter 18

(Aris POV)

*This chapter contains deep southern dialogue - how Amara sounds. These are not typos!*

A month has passed, and Amara has come a long way...physically anyway...thanks to my secret treatments.

Mentally and emotionally...not so much, considering what she's been through.

She's practically mute, skittish, and distrustful around pretty much everyone except for me, which is both good and bad.

Sure, it strokes my ego...makes me feel special that she's chosen only me to talk to...to trust. However, that nosy CPS cunt Laura Hughes thinks that she needs to be placed in a psychiatric facility once she's released from here.

Fuck that.

There's no way that I'd ever let Amara be put in one of those shitholes.

So today...I'm going to try to get her to open up more.

Hopefully it will also help her feel more comfortable around other people, so I can finally bring in someone to work on her hair and nails.

One good thing is that she's been eating a bit better lately.

She's not skin and bones anymore thankfully, but she's still extremely underweight due to the bland diet she's been on.

The food here is shit under normal circumstances, so their bland food...I can't even imagine.

I don't call the cafeteria the "Puke and Choke" for nothing.

When I commented on it one day, Amara said she was thankful for it, considering that she'd practically been starved for the past two years.

That...made me feel like shit.

I then asked her what her favorite food was, and she told me that she misses the home cooked food that she grew up on.

Since she's officially off of bland foods today, I plan to surprise her.

I had my personal chef whip up some southern cuisine that will hopefully brighten her day.

I also stopped by the florist and got her a simple bouquet of daisies – her favorite, tied with a gingham bow.

I arrive before lunch and enter her room.