Everyone has thoughts. These ones are mine.

It all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their exchange, will they come to realize that there's more to the other than meets the eye? Will they see how much they mean to the other? Or will they finally give in and snip the thread? Can we even define which pair we're watching?

[In Progress] Here I sit alone in my basement, while my family sits upstairs as normal as can be. I constantly wait for her words to call me up, to play another one of her sick games. The bruises on my body are all from her and the tears I cry are all for her. I just want someone to save me from this hell.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014