"You're the perfect doll. There's no other doll like you. And to think I have you all to myself. But don't worry I'll take good care of you. That is...if you behave."
"How many times do I have to tell you to stay in your glass case! I can't keep replacing the ones you break. Now I have one left. But I know what to do to prevent you from breaking this one. Don't worry, I won't tie your hands and feet too tightly, just enough to keep you still."
"A pretty doll such as yourself deserve to wear the best dress and shoes. I know you can dress yourself but it's more fun for me to dress you up. After that I'll brush you hair."
"Look what you made me do! Do you think I like hurting you? Smacking you or throwing you across the room? No, I don't like it but you leave me no choice. You keep trying to escape, you mouth off, you broke one of the normal dolls in my collection and you keep putting up a fight when I try to make you up all nice and pretty. Don't you see? You're special. You're nothing like the other dolls in my collection. You can move and talk, you can feel and think for yourself. That's why I had to have you when I first spotted you. Do you have any idea how happy I was to finally catch you? Do you know how long I had to wait for you to be by yourself? I want you to be a part of my collection but you have to behave. Please, don't make me hurt you again."
"Now was that so hard? Dressing you up is much easier when you don't struggle. I think you're finally starting to learn that the more you cooperate the less pain you'll be in. I hate causing you pain but sometimes you leave me no choice. And you've been much better about allowing me to hold you too. Keep this up and maybe you'll get a special award."
"You're my little doll. My perfect little doll."
DummyGirl woke up with a fright. Her heart was racing, cold sweat was forming on her face and she was panting from fear. That was the third night in a row she had that dream. Memories of what happen kept flooding back into her mind when all she wanted to do was forget. But the memories kept coming and no matter what she did they wouldn't go away.
DummyGirl pulled up her knees to her chest. She looked over to her friends to see if she had woken them up but they were still fast asleep. DummyGirl was sleeping in the middle of Slither and Thatch while Mosshead was sleeping in front of her by her feet. All of them were sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags in the boy's dorm room. Originally they were all suppose to be in the girl's room but all of the girls, except for Mantha and Harpy, objected. And the only reason she was in the boy's room was because Slither, Thatch and Mosshead wouldn't take no for an answer from the others. That and Casper told everyone it was for the best.
Non of them had left her side ever since they rescued her. No matter what happen they were there for her, to comfort her. They were the only reasons why she felt safe at night even with the nightmares still plaguing her mind. DummyGirl was happy to have them around. In a way they were helping her cope with what had happen. Them and the therapist she has to visit.
To think it all started out like a normal scaring trip to Deedstown. All of them spread out by themselves to do their own scares and so far DummyGirl was doing pretty well for herself. When the ship's bell rang for everyone to return she started making her way back to the ship. But then someone sneaked up behind her and grabbed her in a sack. She fought inside the bag and yelled for the person to let her go. But her cries went unanswered and the next thing she knew she was thrown in a car and whoever nabbed her started driving off.
DummyGirl didn't know how long she was in the car for. The whole time she kept struggling to get the bag open and yelling at her kidnapper to let her go. Finally the car came to a halt and once again DummyGirl was being carried off somewhere. She heard the sound of a door being opened then closed as they entered a building, then another door opening and closing, a click of a lock, followed by footsteps going down the stairs. One last door shutting with a click of the lock
The sack was open and DummyGirl was dropped onto a couch. DummyGirl wasted no time in sitting up, ready to confront her kidnapper, when she notice what the room was filled with.
Dolls. Lots and lots of dolls. Everywhere DummyGirl looked she saw all kinds of dolls in glass cases on shelves and tables. There were dolls of all kinds in the room. Many of them were porcelain, with only a few wooden or plastic ones here and there.
Most of the dolls looked to be from around the 1970's and onward.
DummyGirl was instantly disturbed by all of this. She had never seen so many human world dolls in one room before. Just being here gave her a bad vibe.
"I'm sorry for handling you roughly before but I knew you wouldn't come with me freely." DummyGirl jumped at hearing the voice. She turn and saw a man that looked to be in his mid thirties. He had dirty blond hair, square eyeglasses and he was wearing jeans with a blue dress shirt.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" DummyGirl asked while trying to keep her voice calm. There was something about this man that made her nervous. Something wasn't right with the way he looked at her.
"My name is Simon and I brought you here to be a part of my collection."
"Collection?"
"Yes, my collection." Simon gestured his arms out to the many dolls in the room "You see I've had a thing for dolls ever since I was a young boy. There was just something about them that captivated me. So I started collecting them and over the years my collection grew. Each and everyone one of them were special in her own way and I've taken good care of them. Then I saw you."
Simon stepped closer and kneel down in front of her. DummyGirl backed up against the couch. "When I first saw you I could barely believe my eyes. I've never seen a doll that could walk and talk on her own before and that just amazed me. I knew right then and there that I had to have you."
Simon let out a blissful sigh as he recalled the days he waited for DummyGirl. "I had to wait a while for your return and I was very excited to see you again. But the problem was you weren't alone. Those three creatures were always around you and I couldn't risk grabbing you with one of them nearby. I was angry when you left again but I knew you would be back. I just had to wait a little longer. When you came back and were alone this time I took my chance and finally got my prize. And now here we are."
That's when it all started.
Of course as soon as Simon left the room (revealed to be a basement) DummyGirl did whatever she could to get out. Unfortunately the only window in the room wouldn't budge, the door was locked and the few vents in the room were either to small for her to fit through or too high for her to reach. She was trapped.
On the first day Simon would gush about how pretty and special DummyGirl was. He would try to change DummyGirl in some of the dresses the other dolls would wear but she wouldn't have any of it. DummyGirl didn't want to be this man's plaything and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of dressing her up. At first Simon didn't do much but try to talk her into it. He would be sweet at first, then he would try a compromise and then he would try to order her to wear the dress. DummyGirl just scoff and turn her back to him.
Eventually he would give up and leave the room. But he would return with a different dress and start all over again. DummyGirl didn't think much of the man. She might have been nervous around him in the beginning but since Simon wasn't doing much of anything to her she saw no reason to be afraid. That change very quickly however...
Simon came back into the room with yet another dress for DummyGirl to wear. DummyGirl was getting tired of him trying to talk to her into wearing one of those dresses. She thought things would go like they had been for the last two hours. Simon would try to convince her to get change, she would refuse and then he would give up and leave.
"I think this dress would be much more suitable than the other dresses I picked out. Perhaps you would like this one instead?"
"I don't think so." DummyGirl folded her harms and faced away from him.
"Come now, are we really going to do this again? I've been patient and let you get away with this for two hours. I knew I probably shouldn't have let you get away with this for an hour, let alone two, but I wanted to be nice."
DummyGirl rolled her eyes to that. Who was he trying to kid?
"Now be a good doll and put on the dress."
"I keep telling you I'm not going to change. I'm not like those other dolls you have in this room. I'm not going to be one of your little playthings."
"Put the dress on now." Simon's tone got slightly deeper but DummyGirl didn't seem to notice.
"No!"
"I SAID NOW!" Simon yelled and grabbed DummyGirl's arm in a tight grip.
"Ow! Let go your hurting me!" DummyGirl yelled, startled by Simon's sudden rage.
Simon just looked at her with a perplex look "You can...feel pain?"
DummyGirl slowly nodded her head. The nervous feeling was coming back to her as Simon looked at her with an eerie glint in his eyes. He then gave off a very unsettling smile. "If I had known you could actually feel in the beginning things might have gone much quicker." He then forcefully pressed her arm to her back, putting pressure on it and slightly pulling it a little.
DummyGirl cried out in pain. "You want the pain to stop? Then put on the dress." When she didn't say anything he pulled on her arm again, harder "Well?"
"Alright I'll put the dress on! Just please let go." Simon smiled and let go of her arm. He handed her the dress and the shoes to go with it.
He turned around as DummyGirl got change. When she was done he looked at her and his face showed excitement "You look wonderful! I knew that dress would be perfect for you. But you would look better without the pigtails. Take them out." DummyGirl didn't argue and just did as she was told. She untied her ribbons and pulled out the hair ties. Her hair falling loose and reaching slightly past her shoulders. "Much better."
Simon bent down and quickly gathered up DummyGirl's normal clothing. "Hey! Where are you taking my clothes?" DummyGirl yelled.
"You won't need these anymore. From now on you're only wearing the dresses I provide for you." Simon quickly left, shutting the door behind him.
Since then whenever DummyGirl didn't cooperate or argued Simon wouldn't hesitate to hurt her. At first it started out small by pulling at her arms, hair and sometimes legs. But then it would progress to him hitting her, smacking her across the face. One time in a fit of rage he threw her across the room. DummyGirl fell short of hitting the wall the first time. She wasn't so lucky the other times. And afterwards he would apologize or tell her he didn't want to do these things but she forced him too.
This went on for the first three days.
"Why are you treating me this way? If I'm so spacial why smack me around? You don't do that to the other dolls"
"Unlike you the others aren't alive. Besides, do you know how fragile many of them are? If I handle them too roughly they'll break. You're much tougher than they are."
"You honestly think you can't break anything inside of me from the way you hit me? When you throw me across the room?"
"Well since your wood you're not as fragile. If you break easily then I would use other methods" Simon went into his jean pocket and pulled out a lighter. Flicking it on and showing DummyGirl the flame.
DummyGirl's eyes grew wide with fear. "I won't use this on you since I'm sure your flammable. You're just lucky you're not made of anything else for me to use this. Behave and I won't hurt you."
Simon wanted DummyGirl to be more like the other dolls in his collection. So he began forcing her to go into glass cases. At night when Simon was upstairs and sleeping DummyGirl would break out. She continued to do this despite what Simon would do to her. Eventually he tied up her arms and legs.
Then as the days went by he refused to let her change into the new dresses herself. DummyGirl would lash out at him. Yelling at him to keep his hands off. Simon would hit and slap DummyGirl in response but despite that she would still fight until she became exhausted. However a few straight days of this and DummyGirl couldn't take the pain anymore. So she allowed him to dress her up. DummyGirl was glad that Simon only put the dresses and shoes on and never touch her body inappropriately. She thought he wasn't into stuff like that until they had a small, disturbing "conversation".
DummyGirl was sitting in her glass case. Her legs were still tied together along with her hands behind her back. Simon was busy attending to some of the other dolls in his large collection. "You're very pretty." He said as he turn to look in her direction.
DummyGirl was caught off guard by that. It felt very random to her and she didn't know what to say. "Sure you may not exactly be the conventional sense of beauty most people have but I think you're beautiful."
DummyGirl remain silent. She didn't like where this "conversation" was going.
Simon put a doll back in her own glass case and walked over to DummyGirl's. "You sort of like a human girl in a sense. You need to eat and drink and seem to have the same bodily functions as humans do. While changing you into your different outfits I notice your body was a lot like a human girl's, only wooden. They're small but you clearly have breasts and other womanly parts I'm sure."
DummyGirl was shaking by now "What are you getting at?" she didn't even try to hide how nervous she was. She knew what he might be going with this but the thought was too disgusting for her to think about.
Simon just smiled. "Nothing much really. Although things might have been different if you were a little bigger."
DummyGirl's eyes once again widen in pure fear as Simon just gave her a smile and left the room. For once in her life she was happy to be as small as she was.
Days went by as DummyGirl tried to fight back and look for an escape from the room (even though she knew there was no other way out). For days Simon would beat her, yell at her, apologize or blame her for the way he treated her, gush about how special and pretty she was, dress her up, carry her around the room and brush her hair. For days DummyGirl's hope of escaping was going down as there was no sign of help anywhere. She would sometimes wonder about her friends back at Scare School. Did they miss her? Did anyone miss her? Was anyone looking for her?
DummyGirl would berate herself for even thinking of such questions. Of course her friends missed her, of course creatures were searching for her. But DummyGirl knew her chances of being found were slim. They have no idea where to look as no clues where left behind and who knows how long they would search before they gave up. But she still held onto the idea of being found someday. But as the days went by she started losing hope again and she started to act more and more like a normal doll.
Two weeks went by and DummyGirl was barely herself anymore.