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doll turned demon, demon made doll

a doll sits on the shelf on a display. cold and alone, but she is used to it. the doll sits there, not knowing warmth. her porcelain joints have never embraced the warmth that is happiness. she was content with this, for she never knew what a warm feeling in her cold heart could feel like

a demon walks in and admires the antiques. they were all as old and worn out as he was. he knew of warmth, but not in the same way. fires from the pits of hell warmed his heart. his heart was that of a sad, moldy apple that was already ruined before it fell out of the tree. was he always like this? was he made into the demon he is today? even so, why does it matter. he is who he is today, and he is starving.

he turns and notices the doll. the glossy china from her face shone in the sun. she has seen the sun, she understood it had warmth, but how could she know if she never experienced it before? the demon saw this girl and said "that one, that one will be the one for me."

he held the doll in his hands, and for a moment the doll felt the glimpse of warmth she has always imagined. held in the hands of something so evil, so awful. it was bad, but it felt so nice.

the demon brought the doll to his house. he sat her down, and the warmth went away. she fussed, and he said, "doll, i have plenty of warmth to loosen those stiff joints of yours. but you need to prove it. prove that you love me, that you love my warmth, and if you dont, i'll never give it to you again."

the doll was sad. she wanted his warmth, she craved it, she wanted it to penetrate her cold heart so she could feel something, anything. "i will do whatever you ask, demon." said the doll.

the demon smiled, an evil sinister smile. that was what he wanted to hear. he held the doll in his lap, giving her his warmth. the doll loved it, she practically melted into his arms. her joints werent so stiff anymore, they could move freely. she felt like she could take on the world with just a little bit of love in her heart.

the demon got excited, very excited. his elongated fingers inched into her dress. he touched the soft cushion of her belly and traced the edges of her hard porcelain neck.

"demon, what are you doing?" she asked, "it feels uncomfortable, i dislike it." the demon held her face in his hands, "didnt you say youd do anything for my warmth?"

"yes, demon," she replied, "but not like this."

the demon threw her body to the floor, it hurt, she cried. "you dare say that?! i gave you my warmth and you arent even grateful. such a doll you are. i never should've taken you off that shelf if i knew youd be this ungrateful. if you dont like how i give you my warmth, youll never get any more again!"

the doll cried, "no, stop! i dont mean it like that. im sorry, i love your warmth, you gave me it in a way i couldnt appreciate. i am sorry, demon, hold me again, i miss you already."

the demon held her again, giving her his warmth, and said "im sorry doll, im sorry i yelled at you. you should know better than to defy me like that. dont do it again, and i'll love you forever"

forever is a very long time. for days, the demon gave his warmth to the doll, touching the soft stuffing in her body and tracing his fingers along her porcelain. the doll didnt like it when he did those things, but she loved his warmth, so she took it.

and again, and again, and again, he touched her, it would make her cry, and the demon would kiss her tears away once it was all over. it was intoxicating, the doll didnt know what to think of it, and the demon loved being in control. one side of her hated the pain his fingers would cause when he penetrated her soft belly, but the other part of her loved the warmth he gave after.

one day, the doll was tired and wanted to be left alone. the demon picked her up to touch her soft belly under her dress.

"no, demon, not today. i am tired, i would like a break."

the demon was angered hearing this. "you dont love me?! you dont love my warmth?! how dare you?! i let you in my house, i love you, and yet you arent grateful for any of it. i own you, i should do whatever the fuck i want with you!"

the demon picked up the doll, defenseless, she tried fighting back but to no avail. the demon was stronger, so much more stronger. she felt like she couldnt do anything when he was dominating her.

he brought the doll to the hearth of the fireplace. "you dont like my warmth, so go feel it somewhere else!"

the demon threw the doll into the fireplace. she screamed, it burnt her. she was in so much pain. her beautiful dress curled as it burned, her glossy porcelain cracked and turned black in the fire. the doll screamed, begging for forgiveness, until she could scream no longer. she died, but she didnt leave. from the smoke of the fire, her soul was embedded into it. she was finally fully warm, for the first time in her life. the doll didnt need to ask anyone for warmth, she was the warmth, and just as evil as the demon who turned her like this.

the end.