Slang, a pretty but expressionless or unintelligent woman. I.e. "She's nothing more than a doll."
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Garamound]Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #66CDAA || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #008B8B╚ ╝
Normally, sleep brought peace. It allowed her to leave the pain behind and drift endlessly in a sea of detached thoughts. Normal dreams lasted thirty seconds, while in the mind it seemed to be an eternity. In the morning, one would wake up without a notion of what had gone down in their head the last evening. This sort of sleep was nothing of the sort. There were no detached whispers or false sense of security. It was a red sort of blurry, covered in a fog of pain.
A box, that's all it was. A cardboard box abandoned on the side of the road, splashes of rain drowning the contents inside that wailed, hardly heard over the thrumming of cars and thunderous rain. Doll couldn't remember where she had been going or why she had stopped, but she was little, only around 7 years old. Someone tugged her hand, a new Master no doubt, but Doll's feet were planted firmly against the ground. "They're crying," Doll's hand slipped out of the Master's grip. She went to the box getting tossed and splashed, otherwise ignored. She pulled the box back onto the street, under the safety and awning of a shop. "Doll!" He sounded furious, impatient, but she wasn't listening.
Inside was a kitten, abandoned and rejected, mewling and wet. "You're all alone aren't you?" She picked the cat up out of the box, holding it close. It's wet fur soaking into her shirt. "Just like me." She bound over to her Master, underneath his umbrella once more. She held out the black and white lump of fur. "Can I keep him!" He scowled, picking up the kitten from her grip and crushing its tiny body in his grip. Her eyes widened as he threw the bloody tiny body away, the kitten no longer moving. Not a one body stirred, they passed, the kitten crushed beneath the endless sea of legs. "Now look what you've done." He wiped the blood on the back of her shirt. "We're going to be late."
Doll was tugged along once more. She looked back in hopes of seeing the kitten, but it was already gone.
Somehow time had jumped. Doll was hiding beneath the bed, cowering in fear as she heard the footsteps of the eldest son coming closer. "Come out come out wherever you are you stupid dog." He opened the door, able to smell her fear. Doll moved further back, but he could see her. He grabbed her hair, yanking her out from beneath the bed. "It's all your fault you know." He grinned, the nails on his other hand sharpened like claws, he drew them against her skin, blood glistening like diamonds as it ran down her arm. "Stop, it hurts." She whimpered, struggling in his grip. He threw her down, kicking her in the side. Doll curled up in a ball, knowing that if she cried it would only get worse.
There was no one else in the house, the Master and Mistress had taken the other two siblings out to the movies, leaving Doll behind with the eldest son who had feigned a headache. Doll knew the truth though and she had hid as soon as they left. "You're not going to hide this time." He grabbed Doll by the throat, shoving her against the wall. He took a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, Doll had no idea where he had gotten such a thing but he cuffed her hands together, throwing her over his shoulder. "I hope you've said your goodbyes you stupid dog." He pushed her hair aside, whispering in her ear. "I'm going to make you suffer."
It was dangerous to move her, the Doctor knew, but they had no other option. Madame Maddox wasn't stupid enough to come herself, but no doubt she had agents. It wasn't safe here and so they were going to risk it. He and his team prepared, two tying Xavier down to move him as well. He was easy though, most humans were. "We'll get Zero back, don't worry."
{ Bird Set Free | Sia }
Garamound]Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #66CDAA || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #008B8B
Normally, sleep brought peace. It allowed her to leave the pain behind and drift endlessly in a sea of detached thoughts. Normal dreams lasted thirty seconds, while in the mind it seemed to be an eternity. In the morning, one would wake up without a notion of what had gone down in their head the last evening. This sort of sleep was nothing of the sort. There were no detached whispers or false sense of security. It was a red sort of blurry, covered in a fog of pain.
A box, that's all it was. A cardboard box abandoned on the side of the road, splashes of rain drowning the contents inside that wailed, hardly heard over the thrumming of cars and thunderous rain. Doll couldn't remember where she had been going or why she had stopped, but she was little, only around 7 years old. Someone tugged her hand, a new Master no doubt, but Doll's feet were planted firmly against the ground. "They're crying," Doll's hand slipped out of the Master's grip. She went to the box getting tossed and splashed, otherwise ignored. She pulled the box back onto the street, under the safety and awning of a shop. "Doll!" He sounded furious, impatient, but she wasn't listening.
Inside was a kitten, abandoned and rejected, mewling and wet. "You're all alone aren't you?" She picked the cat up out of the box, holding it close. It's wet fur soaking into her shirt. "Just like me." She bound over to her Master, underneath his umbrella once more. She held out the black and white lump of fur. "Can I keep him!" He scowled, picking up the kitten from her grip and crushing its tiny body in his grip. Her eyes widened as he threw the bloody tiny body away, the kitten no longer moving. Not a one body stirred, they passed, the kitten crushed beneath the endless sea of legs. "Now look what you've done." He wiped the blood on the back of her shirt. "We're going to be late."
Doll was tugged along once more. She looked back in hopes of seeing the kitten, but it was already gone.
Somehow time had jumped. Doll was hiding beneath the bed, cowering in fear as she heard the footsteps of the eldest son coming closer. "Come out come out wherever you are you stupid dog." He opened the door, able to smell her fear. Doll moved further back, but he could see her. He grabbed her hair, yanking her out from beneath the bed. "It's all your fault you know." He grinned, the nails on his other hand sharpened like claws, he drew them against her skin, blood glistening like diamonds as it ran down her arm. "Stop, it hurts." She whimpered, struggling in his grip. He threw her down, kicking her in the side. Doll curled up in a ball, knowing that if she cried it would only get worse.
There was no one else in the house, the Master and Mistress had taken the other two siblings out to the movies, leaving Doll behind with the eldest son who had feigned a headache. Doll knew the truth though and she had hid as soon as they left. "You're not going to hide this time." He grabbed Doll by the throat, shoving her against the wall. He took a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, Doll had no idea where he had gotten such a thing but he cuffed her hands together, throwing her over his shoulder. "I hope you've said your goodbyes you stupid dog." He pushed her hair aside, whispering in her ear. "I'm going to make you suffer."
It was dangerous to move her, the Doctor knew, but they had no other option. Madame Maddox wasn't stupid enough to come herself, but no doubt she had agents. It wasn't safe here and so they were going to risk it. He and his team prepared, two tying Xavier down to move him as well. He was easy though, most humans were. "We'll get Zero back, don't worry."