The Dollhouse

On the floor, on her side, she rested her cheek in the palm of her hand, and stared at him without blinking. "I don't understand. What's the meaning of this?" "What do you mean, my pet?" "Don't call me that. I'm not your pet. Why did you do this to me? Never mind that. How... Continue Reading →

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