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WIND UP DOLL
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"What's your name?" She asks, tone light and airy; teasing. She plays absentmindedly with one of her green curls, lips forming a cruel smirk. Bubblegum smacking loudly between her teeth, Her eyes spark and crackle with ill-natured, sadistic humour as the blonde girl cowers before her. "What's your name?" she asks again, voice sweet like honey bouncing off the slimy stone walls, lost amongst the shadows and spiders and god knows what else. She is a spider, spinning webs of lies and luring little insects into the centre. A flick of the wrist, a jerk of the head, a flash, and it's game set match. She's won already.
"P...P...Peach..."
She grins, head back, flicking her antenna. It's all just a sick game to her, a battle of minds and wills and she knows eventually she'll win because she always does. She likes playing games and playing about with her victims; that sweet little blonde girl comes to mind. She plays with her food before she eats it, taking her time, poisoned lips and a sting in her tail. Mimi walks over, something black sparking with electricity, jagged prongs of lightening coming closer… Coming closer…
There's a loud explosion of white light and pierced skin as the deadly weapon sweep down pale flesh, the black basement momentarily flooding with light. Peach gasps, staggers, legs buckle and fail to support her weight. Peach coughs, on her hands and knees while Mimi lets out a shrill, sadistic giggle above her.
"Peach? That's a stupid name," Mimi says, voice still sounding sweet and brimming with childish innocence. "Your name is Dolly now, okay?"
"O...kay...." Peach mumbles, voice too soft to register in Mimi's ears - Peach's brain hazy with pain.
"Come on Dolly, let's go brush you pretty hair." She croons her words, light and airy-fairy and sing-song like, voice breathy. She sounds like a little girl, delighted by an array of presents in brightly coloured-wrappings for Christmas. A lot more new plastic elastic long-lasting things for her to break and shatter and cut to ribbons. But of course, nothing's better than her very own doll. Just what she's always wanted. Fingers delve into Peach's hair, pulling her head back up, expecting Mimi to pull - but not doing so. Instead, Mimi ran her fingers diligently through long sunny yellow locks.
"I think you just might be the prettiest doll I've ever had." Mimi muses, grabbing the purple handle of her brush and running it through Peach's hair. "Like a barbie, but better."
Peach doesn't answer. Doesn't have the strength to.
"I think that guy you were with earlier would make a nice dolly too, you know...The red one....Do you remember his name?"
Peach flinches, she wondered where Mario was now.
"I get lonely here....All by myself....." Mimi says, tone a lot softer then before - Peach isn't looking, but she can tell she's frowning. "But that problem is all gone now, since your here....I won't be alone anymore."
No reply.
"Your gonna stay here, forever. With me, and I'll never ever ever let you go."
Peach's eyes widen while Mimi mentions something about her chipped wax-crayons, tea parties, crumpets, and kiddie television shows.
The fact that she might be here forever doesn't sit well with her.
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