TBA

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WARNING! Content contains sensitive topics: Gore, murder, etc Continue reading at your own discretion.

(Written by https://www.deviantart.com/writingxroyalty )

The human-sized doll sat down at the chair her owner had originally been in. She was a part of his large collection of random objects - though she was the only living one. But he wasn’t aware of that. She had only been in his house a week or two now, and noticed that whenever he wasn’t gone or asleep he was at this desk, spending hours on the computer. So she wanted to see what he was so obsessed with. The sight on the screen made her glassy black eyes widen in shock. There were graphic pictures. Men with their stomachs torn open and organs pulled out. Women cut up into large chunks. It just kept going. She brought her right hand over to her left arm, lightly gliding her fingers over her skin as she looked down at her own body. She was sure none of that was inside her. She scrolled further through the pages before hearing the water in the upstairs bathroom shut off. She set the page back to where he was before she hopped on and returned to her spot by the desk. As her owner came downstairs, she caught herself thinking of those images more and more. Along with how to make her own. The doll slid her porcelain finger along the edge of the knife lightly. It was time for her to carry out what she had planned, while her owner was still asleep. Sneaking upstairs to the bedroom where he lay resting, the dark-haired girl made sure her hollow body dared not make a sound. She doubted she could feel pain - she had been chipped and fixed before - but there would be nobody to fix her up afterwards if she got hurt. She had to make sure to stay careful for her body’s sake on this road to independence. The resemblance of a smile crept onto her face while she slid into the dark, silent bedroom. The pale blue light shining down on her owner from the window beside his bed gave enough for her to make out his form and fluffy light brown hair. She was quick to take her place beside the bed, staring down at him. She didn’t know where to hurt him for an instant kill… but humans felt pain, right? So maybe she could hurt him enough to ensure that he wouldn’t fight back. Well, she’d never know if she never tried. Maybe if she made a large wound, that would cause even more pain… Time to test that theory out. And so, she carefully moved the blanket off of her owner before plunging the knife into the flesh around his waist, dragging it up to his throat. The amount of blood that got on her was unbelievable. It would take forever to clean up. Ah well. She turned her gaze to the male in front of her, bleeding out all over his sheets. He had woken up halfway through her swift slicing open of his stomach, and it seemed as though her assumptions about him not being able to fight back were correct. His body was convulsing, odd gurgles leaving his mouth as he suffocated in his own life fluid. Not caring too much about the dying man, Lucy turned to look for a camera. She needed to get some good first shots for her collection.