Doll

"I'm your porcelain doll
You created me, play me
Do not forget me
Because I will not do "

Creation

"The question is not how you create ...
If not because "

"Where am I? Who am I? "

"Relax, all is well shhh..."

An icy chill ran through my skin, my face, my neck.

"Who are you?"

Listen to my voice weak and felt like I shook the mouth. The voice sounded not the icy chill not touch me again and again to engulf the darkness, shook my breath, my chest seemed to explode, cold drops of moisture through my body, my anxiety rose, and darkness also locked my consciousness, and fell.

"Amara"

I felt a touch of breath on my ear.

"Who is Amara? Where am I? "

"Amara is my porcelain doll"

I felt like the icy chill touch my skin again, as the softness of fabric falling from my eyes depriving the darkness and making the outside light blinded me slightly.

Before me, I saw a full length mirror in which I glimpsed my reflection, tied to the ceiling, which puppet, dressed in a suit and ballet dancer being that was causing my chills touching with his fingertips skin my arms.

"This is my doll Amara, Amara this is you"

Was it really a doll? I closed my eyes and swallowed hard.

"Amara ... my beloved doll" another icy chill ran down my cheek, but this time I could see the movement of your body, I could see his ease, elegance and fluidity, was beautiful. "My beloved creation, that birth is hard," his hand slid over my skin, posing the tips of his fingers on my chin, lifting my face to set my eyes on him.

I fell into the deep blue of his gaze, admire the color of her hair coppery, golden flashes given off even just having a dim light in the room, I embellishes with the splendor of his pale skin, I shivered with the touch of his touch I fell in love with its terrible beauty.

"But I believe you, you must be born" He returned to stroke my cheek, causing my emotions endless "Let me print out my life, my beautiful doll"

I could not say anything, my lips did not move, my focus was just for him.

Then his hand graze my longer, caressing, and tilt the head reflex forward, looking for the touch, looking for that icy chill. Instead it approached her face to mine, and his lips joined to mine, I get carried away, the end of the day was his wrist and had to play with me.

Sweet and winding turned from me, was an angel to worship. But something changed in my delight in the environment.

"Now I'll give you life, my wrist, my sweet love ..." His eyes changed, the air is tense, and it seemed that swirled around the dark clouds. "After birth" a few sharp teeth appeared between his lips, and a sadistic smile made me feel horrible panic "Now ..." approached his lips to my neck immobilized by fear and her voice was guttural, bestial "start ..."