Baby Doll
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Última publicación mié, feb 10, 2016
Baby dolls aren't what you think. They're not prostitutes. They aren't slaves or maids. Dolls aren't pets. They're definitely not gold diggers. Baby dolls aren't even considered people.
They are dolls, property, toys. We are posed to look how the owner desires. We are dressed and our makeup is done perfectly. We, the dolls, are toys. We are living, breathing, fully-functioning, alive toys. We are to be played with or treasured and displayed.
I am a doll. This is my story.
A/N: This story is purely a work of fiction. Any similarities to real events are coincidence. Also some content is not suitable for some audiences. Viewer discretion is highly advised.
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