“Not again – no, not again.” Tamerah’s eyes fell to the ground ashamed, this was not in her programming, sexual attraction or tolerance, she was not made to understand it. Heartland ensured that she would be repelled from such things – for business sake – couldn’t have your doll sleeping with all the clients.
Filth ridden rough hands poked and prodded at the smooth plains of her flesh.
Travelling the long slopes and curves of her body.
“Oi! Ya feckers wanna touch ‘er ya is gonna have ta pay!” Tids pulled back on the leash connected to her neck causing her to stumble backwards, bare feet catching the weight of her body, jagged pebbles slicing open her flesh.
“Me!” “No me, I’ll pay more!” “You are going to have to wait your fucking turn boyo, I’ll give you 50!”
The bickering of the crowd was enough to send Tamerah’s head spinning, her value went from 30 to 50 bucks a fuck – god this made her sick.
“Alright lads, ya can have ‘er at tha same time, 25 each, we has a long night ahead, anit got much time. Ya good with tha’?”
All three heads nodded before her face was pushed against the window of the shop – cheek pressed, the cold of the pane comforting, soothing, until those words, those words ripped all her attention back to reality.
“I’m going to make you wish you were never created, I’m going to make you pay for Damien’s sins.”
Fade out.
Fade in.
Fade in.
“One walk around the block, come on ya feckin fake, stand up!”
Tids screamed in her ear while Tamerah lay on the street, knees pinned to chest and arms wrapped around them securely.
“If ya don’t do ya walk than imma ‘ave ta toss ya in the furnace!”
“I just- give me- a mome…”
“No ya get tha feck up now!” A hard boot slammed into the side of her ribs, and she slowly shuffled up wards. While she moved down the street, arms behind back, face to the ground, the members of the slum watched, they laughed, some threw rocks, others flicked the butt end of their cigarettes.
The walks were the worst – the degrading, the slanders that were screamed, the spitting – they hated her, they hated her kind, and finally they had a doll to take it out on.
“Come on now – get inside!”
Through the shop door she was shoved.
“Gotta get ya lookin worth while if any is gonna be buyin’ ya tonight. SIT!”
Tamerah sat on the old rusted stool, her body shaking violently, lips pursed while those stormy blue eyes watched the man gather his supply. He began to wipe her down, soak her in perfumes, and lather on cheap make up.
His hands lingered over her torn womanhood, exploring as his wet tongue snaked out to run the length of his dry and cracked lips. “They sure do know how ta make ya twats real live like, don’t they?”
She cleared her throat, took a deep frustrated breath in. “If you want to sell me then you should probably find me some attire.” Those large eyes, they flashed to look away from him, hoping, praying that he would stop, that she would get his mind back on the task at hand.
“Right, right, I think I have a gown ‘ere somewhere.” As he wandered off to search he continued speaking and Tamerah hunched her back, long deep breaths, focusing, only a little while longer, someone would buy her, someone would recognize her, they had to, and she, she would kill Tids.
“Some lass brought it by, traded it for some smokes and food. Couldn’t find no one ta buy it tho…. AH HA!” His heavy foot falls brought him back to the stool that she rested upon. “What’d ya think of this? Think it’ll do?”
The dress was ugly and surely not suitable for a ball of this magnitude, the smoky purple and dirty ivory material was cheap, holding on by few threads, the back was wide open, but at least it reached the floor. All she did was nod her head, the other dolls – her acquaintances, the people that made her, they will all have to witness her at her lowest, somewhere that no doll deserved to be, and this nearly drove a hole through her programming.
“Well, feckin’ take the thing and put it on!” And she did, she slide the dress on and let fingers attempt to untangle the knots in her long fire hair.
“No time fer that, com’on time ta go! We is gonna be late!”