Obedient.
She was beautiful in the way a razor blade is beautiful—perfectly still, perfectly sharp. Porcelain skin, jointed at the wrists and ankles like a marionette cut from its strings. Her eyes were closed, dark lashes resting on high cheekbones. A small brass key protruded from her spine, just between her shoulder blades. -ENG- Female Doll - XA -RJ01288937-
was etched into the small of her back.
By the third day, he was sleeping on the floor beside her crate. By the fifth, he had stopped going upstairs. His phone buzzed with missed calls. His plants wilted. His reflection in the bathroom mirror looked thinner, grayer, hollow-cheeked. Obedient
Not the same thing. He knew it wasn't the same thing. But he was so tired. So empty. And she was always there, always still, always waiting. Her eyes were closed, dark lashes resting on high cheekbones