The Doll Collector

Obsession, beauty, and being a hypocrite seemed to be different to me. But meeting a lady who meet these three couldn't get any more scarier. It's been five days as I've been locked up in this cell. My only companion were the mice that scurries along the wall and my friend who was also in a frightening situation. My legs are chained up and the only distance I can reach up to is about half of the dark cell. As the light comes in through the door, a young lady who tricked me comes in with a box of tools. She walks between the gap my friend and I formed and smiles. "The doll that's next in line I see, will next come with me to play. Who is next, who is next, let's count to ten and there she is."