Broken Without You

Tears of sorrow in empty eyes

Lizzie opened her eyes to complete darkness. The last thing she remembered was being given a shot of tequila by a considerably older man although she can't quite recall why she accepted the drink. Maybe as a rebellious act?

In the darkest corner of the room, A weak light flashed on and off. She watched as a figure was merely shown. It seemed like a child, yet it seemed so fake. The more she looked, The more she saw. It's short brown hair looked so real against its glass eyes.
The figure stepped closer followed by loud mechanical sounds. Its mouth opened wide, Inside each little tooth had several wires that had been carefully placed as so to look like braces, but braces usually don't glow and tongues don't normally have paint chipping off of them. The 'thing' stepped closer and closer, With each step it's mouth opens wider and wider, Unhinging like a snake about to eat its prey. Its lips were old and rusty. It sort of resembled Lizzie as a child although it was a long way off. 

Just as the 'thing' got too close for comfort, Lizzie heard a voice echoing. The voice was unexpected. It was low, with an agreeable trace of huskiness and with a hint of more power than what was present. 
"What a coincidence," A tall man walked out of the shadows. His voice brought back memories of dark rooms and broken bones. Lizzie's father. "Us meeting here, How unexpected. Say, Did your drink taste a little funny last night, honey?" There was a sudden burst of maniacal laughter. Then silence.

As a little girl, Lizzie would sit on the floor of her father's workshop and play with the scraps of wood and metal. Her father spent most of his days hidden away in his workshop. He would use recycled parts which he acquired from junkyards to build robotic creatures. The robots were so human that nobody could tell the difference. They moved, talked and gestured like anyone else. They sometimes made bad jokes and looked socially awkward. 

But now Lizzie was here. She wasn't a little girl anymore and her father's robots are no longer harmless. 
"You never came to check up on me, darling." He was walking like his shoes were too tight, making short little strutting steps. Each step echoed as his boots hit the cemented floor. 
"Y-YOU'RE INSANE" Lizzie cried
"Some people say I'm evil, but I say I'm just wired differently. But really, I don't care what you think of me as long as you obey" A grin formed on his face. "We're all born mad, some remain so"

Lizzie felt helpless. When she was still but a young girl, Her father was so very kind and gentle but as she got older he became gradually more and more controlling. His innocent little toy robots became torture devices which he would test out on Lizzie. It was all coming back to her. No matter what she did, her father was much too powerful. 
"I got lonely here. Nobody ever talked to me. Do you know how it feels, Dolly?"
Dolly. He always used to call her Dolly while he was torturing her.
"Never-the-less. I built you. Yes you, Dolly. A perfected you." He gestured to the 'thing'. 

"This will be great fun, Dolly. Just us and my mechanical friends" Her father cackled, he seemed to be entertaining himself with the very thought of torture. "I've been working on them. Making them better and better, trying to impress you" 
"What do you want from me?" Tears built up at her waterline and began to roll down her cheeks. 

"I'll be honest Dolly. I don't want you to make it out of here alive..."