Plaything

He couldn't visit her very often, but - when he finally showed up – he wanted her only for himself. He liked to have her on his lap. She threw her pretty arms around his neck, giggled madly and hugged him. In these particular moments he was there for her and she was there for him. Her touch and scent always soothed him. He admitted to himself that from the first day he had seen her, he developed a bit of a soft spot for her. He liked to endlessly shower her with presents. Her enjoyment in presents grew steadily, as a little girl she fancied dolls, but the older she got the more exquisite her taste become. He wanted to give things that she would always remember; things that would make her feel unique. He hoped that today's surprise would be sufficient enough to satisfy her taste for presents. From the very moment when she entered his room, he was positive that he chose well. He saw the pure joy etched on her face when she saw her gift; a very strong feeling of gratefulness beamed from her eyes which made him even happier.

"Enough, Bella," the Dark Lord grabbed her wrist and dragged her from the corpse of a dead muggle. "Tomorrow, you'll get another plaything."

Dolly

Like every girl, she adored any sort of dolls. Her dolls were the only ones who could be there for her, who would listen to her ranting, who just listened and did not judge. She could tell them everything, even the deepest secrets. She thought that she couldn't have better friends; it didn't matter to her that their porcelain faces didn't show any emotions nor feelings, that their lips stayed always immobile and bodies which stood lifelessly on her bedside table. It didn't cease to amaze her how many things you could see in those seemingly deprived of any life eyes.

Time flew and flew and dollies were becoming more and more expensive, but she was still a resourceful and good girl. She would sacrifice many things to get what she desired. Tonight, she received an exceptional gift, exceptional in her beauty. All the time when she was looking at it, it filled her head with the notion that the dolly was worthy of all her sacrifices. Seconds before she drifted into her sleep, her fingers and her new dolly's long and silky hair become entwined; she then placed a delicate kiss on her dolly's pale lips; Bella liked when it was still warm.

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