Welcome To The Dollhouse

Welcome To The Dollhouse

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Horror
You wake up in a strange place, the ceilings white, you could feel the fuzzy carpet under you, your head burning with pain. You sit up slowly, the layout of the house was screwed up, almost like a little girls room. A white vanity next to the door, it was covered with makeup, the brown dresser next to the white closet, the walls pink, and the bed was white oak, reaching up towards the top. The top had a white sheet with flowers, the bed had pink flowers scattered on the spread, pillows here and there, doll heads laid next to the bed. You ran to the window, outside was huge, you looked down at your clothes, you were wearing a bright blue dress, black flats and a ribbon in your hair. You finally tied it all together.. You were in the Dollhouse.
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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