When Alessandra Harris is abducted by a crazed man that sees her as his doll, her group of friends set out to find out what happened to her.
Warning: Small amounts of stockholm syndrome will be included in this story! If that is not your cup of tea...
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I sighed in content as the thin and worn out worker handed me a brown paper bag while they stuffed their pockets with the cash I just handed them.
"Thank you," I smiled at her. "Have a nice night!" She waved me off without responding, her cheeks red, and went back to her computer. My smile widened as I left and walked towards my car to head back home.
I had missed my doll all day. Surely she must have been missing me too despite her outburst the other day. She was probably inching closer to that time of the month.
I chuckled and shook my head. Women.
Despite being tired from work I was excited to see her again. I dearly missed those light green eyes and full pink lips. I shivered at the thought.
She was so perfect and obedient. Mother would have been proud to have her as a daughter. She would have loved my doll.
I grimaced at the thought of mother. I squirmed in my seat, almost imagining the belt whips I endured for most of my childhood. I could almost hear her drunken yells about how disobedient and messy I was as she grabbed the belt off the battered tabletop. My hands gripped the steering wheel at the thought, my knuckles turning white.
No. Mother was gone. She could no longer hurt me. I shook my head, trying to get her voice out of my head.
I steered to the side of the road and parked, hearing and watching as cars zoomed on by. Mother's voice whispered in my ear, reminding me how disobedient I was and how I deserved the whippings until I learned my lesson. How my doll would never love someone as messy and as broken as me.
Mother, please stop! I pleaded in my head. The car was suddenly filled with the scent of her cheap perfume that never failed to give me headaches. I squeezed my eyes closed, covering my ears as I tried to shut out her annoying voice.
"Shut up!" I yelled, banging the steering wheel with my palms. "Shut up, shut up shut up!" Her voice slowly stared to fade away. I breathed out shakily, sweat pouring down my face.
She was gone. I shook and leaned back against the headrest as I struggled to breathe correctly. I shut my eyes and counted to ten, feeling my heartbeat slowly decrease to its normal pace.
Tap! Tap!
My eyes flew open, my head whipping towards the window and I was immediately blinded by a flashlight. The local sheriff stood before me, my heart racing once again. He indicated he wanted me to lower my window and I obeyed.
