[ A headless ragdoll is what it makes her. It isn't such a shocking concept, not out of everything she's been seeing in dreams and nightmares. Of course it's dolls. Even so, the backs of her eyes feel hot, like tears want to fall but she refuses to let anything out but a raspy sigh.
She stares. Patience is wearing thin. Why must it always be dolls. ]
Did he not teach you how to better care for your dolls? Did you want them to rot?
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She stares. Patience is wearing thin. Why must it always be dolls. ]
Did he not teach you how to better care for your dolls? Did you want them to rot?