He controlled them, his hands fisting in their hair as he gave out his commands.
The one in white, lifeless eyes showing nothing, obeyed without a word.
Her sister, eyes and dress red with anger, fought him, wanting everything at once, but giving nothing in return.
The former was indifferent, eyeing her master with no hate nor love, just obedience.
The latter was of arrogance, smirking at his back and catcalling his name.
But they were both dolls, used for his manipulation, his desires...
They did not defy him; they could not, for he held the strings... The puppeteer of true malicious meaning.
But, what could they do with freedom?
Nothing, they were dolls, choking on his strings and whims as he gave them orders of evil deeds.
Just dolls, nothing more.