Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20180731015235/@comment-35674737-20180802062239

I was groggy, and practically incapacitated. I wasn't smart enough to actually wake my dad up that someone might be there. I was still awake enough to grab protection—a book—whatever that would mean for protection

Considering that I only had socks on, I used that to my advantage and stumbled through the hallway thinking I was silent, that was when I entered the den to my house. The sound was kind of gross sounding, it was like someone got a thing of jelly and starting squeezing it. I felt around softly for the lightswitch, the idea I had in mind was to blind the attacker with the light. Actually—in hindsight that's a pretty good idea! Awesome!

Flipping the light switch I was bewitched with a sight that bamboozled me: The doll was moving on it's own! What the fuck!? How is this possible?

It's like a child was caught with her hand in the cookie jar, but instead it was the doll fist deep in my fucking sister! Our eyes met but there was complete silence, my sister had a horrified look on her face. I was the one who responded, the first thing being me making a soft step towards the direction, then another, then another, and another.

Her eyes narrowed to a sultry grin, and she spoke with a lustful vigor. "Look Amanda~!" she used her free hand to point to me. "Your big brother! You know, when I saw your big brother, I really wanted to play the same game with him too! Let's let him have fun too!"

I looked to my little sister my heart pounding. I did everything to protect my sister, from perversion and what not. She was absolutely innocent. I wouldn't let this thing ruin her. "Amanda, get away from it now." I commanded, my voice stern and my sleepy stupor gone I was now butting heads with something that could be a threat to my sister.

She nodded and lightly tugged the hands out of her body as she gave a light moan. The dolls saw otherwise though, and she began to try to push deeper. "Wow! You're so de—"

I didn't let her finish... That fucking doll... I wrapped my hand around her waist, my hand practically encompassing her entire torso and I gave a threatening squeeze. I wanted her to know I was serious. "You. Get. Out. Now." Her hand slid out of her, I shivered in revoltation as my anger began to boil over.

Her voice was clear, as if she wasn't being crushed at all, but I could see her wince at the pain. "What's wrong big brother? I want to teach sis how to please you..." her voice cooed.

That was it, I'm going to take her back to where I found her. "Amanda, go to bed. I'm not mad at you, when I come back I'll talk to you about this." I turned from her, my grip still tight on doll's waist. Heading outside to my front yard, our home had a large hill as a driveway, it wasn't what you could call "safe" but it was a small downside.

Still in my pajamas, I marched down the driveway, my breathing practically huffing uncontrollably from the anger. I gave a small but noticeable squeeze each time, just enough to let her know that I was aware of her presence. Funnily enough, she wasn't fighting back, nor screaming. When I stole a glance down I saw a defeated face on her.

Where is that damn dumpster. I thought to myself. I should've never fucking picked this thing up, the garbage men should've taken her to the landfill. I continued to scan around, I didn't realize that it was already three in the morning, pure anger was still bubbling inside the volcanic fissures of my emotions.

With a bit more, I was already practically in town didn't matter much, I was going to feel the satisfaction of dumping her off in a practically a can of weeks old unfinished processed meats. Pulling up the creaky lid, I let her dangle from one arm, I stared directly into her eyes and all I saw was pure saddness.

I was taken aback, surely this doll that tried to rape my sister wants me to feel pity? Bullshit! I was going to let go until the moonlight was able to give a good reflection of the tears on her face... That... I was going to let go and slam the lid down, but I was cautious, perhaps if she spoke and it wooed my heart over, I could give her an ounce of mercy and not doom her to a life stuck in the trash.

"Looks like you're going to say something huh?" I ask, the anger on my face has not completely faded. "Go ahead, just fucking say it."

Her voice was shaky. "No doll wants to be thrown away, I'm sure you know about us... Living dolls..." I closed the lid and allowed her to sit on top, give her some leeway to talk. "All dolls want to be loved, an-and I went the wrong way about it. I'm sorry! I just want somebody to love and care for me. It's in my nature to turn girls into succubi! I was hoping it would be like with all the other monster girls where we could all have fun together and love eachother." Her voice trailed off.

"Fun" fucking "Fun"? That's what she calls it? Blatantly taking advantage of my sister is not fucking FUN! I calmed down though, I kept composure—more like pulled together what I had left and hot glued it together—and I said. "Think of it from my position, someone you wanted to care for, someone you want to keep innocent as long as possible, and then some... Thing shows up and takes that from me. I love my sister with all my heart and seeing her in that position terrifies me."

The doll only nodded. "I'm sorry for doing this to you. I'm sorry for ruining her..." Her body practically said she gave up, her shoulders slouched and body slumping she choked out. "Destroy me if you wish, rip me apart by my ball joints if you want... I'm a toy that's not even good at being a doll..."

My anger subsided and a moment of clarity washed over me. I could see that she actually believed that she was doing the right thing. She just didn't know, she was going purely off her instincts... But to mess with a girl like that... I'd have to make a decision. Do I toss her out or take her home?

I spoke softly. "You can come home, but you will be a regular doll. You can look and see if you want, but to her. You're just a regular doll... You understand?"

Already I can see the brighteness restore to her eyes. "Y-yes sir! Thank you so much!" I lifted her up and let her sit on my shoulder and we returned home.

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Over the years, the doll—Morgan was her name from which I learned—was a doll for my sister Amanda. The whole experience I chalked it up to her as a dream later that morning, thankfully she wasn't up when I came back and fell asleep. I had to slip up her underwear but after a terrifying twenty minutes I was able to slip it back.

There was one thing though. As she grew older, she played with Morgan less and less, and when she was finally entering high-school Morgan was now just a decoration. I could see the hurt in her eyes. I hurt seeing it too considering the late night chats we had when I would sneak her out of Amanda's room. She was a good conversationalist and for her to feel worthless broke her to the core.

I was finally able to leave my parent's house though I had an apartment I rented out and as I packed my bags, I headed to Amandas room one last time, just to stop to see Morgan. Amanda was luckily at school during this time.

"Morgan..."

She didn't respond.

"Morgan?"

Looking closer, I saw that the eyes no longer had that lifelike feel to them. Now, they look nothing more than to glass beads look straight ahead. Her skin is no longer the same fleshy warm feel. Instead it's cool and hard to the touch. I realized what had happened, tears formed in my eyes and the box I had so she could leave with me shook as droplets fell inside.

I still didn't want to leave her there though. Placing her neatly inside the box there was a cushion stained with stray tears inside for her to lay on, I thought she would be appreciative but considering the state she is in, it wouldn't matter. I crossed her arms as if she was a sleeping princess before closing the box gently and taping it shut.

I packed the rest of my stuff in the truck, keeping her box up in the front seat and as I made my way to the apartment, I replayed  the memories of my time together with Morgan. It was awkward at first, but our first late night rendezvous occurred when I went for a drink of water late at night and I caught her watching T.V. in the living room. She was shocked to see me, but I joined her and we hit it off. She could easily be placed as one of the greatest friends I ever had.

With tons of boxes still unpacked, I had some furniture like glass door cabinets that could allow for decorations. Picking her up, I stand her up among the other memories from when I was younger. A football that I had signed, a model plane me and my dad built, and finally Morgan. Her arms were still crossed, but now she looked like a beautiful young girl greeting you. I smiled as I checked the time. Damn, it's this late already? It was ten-thirty, and I wanted to get some sleep...

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I felt something shaking me, but maybe it's just my imagination... I waited... There it goes again! What the hell! I opened my eyes and I saw her: Morgan.

She was on laying on top of my chest, and instead of her usual dress I saw the camisole-blouse and bloomers she was wearing. I could only stutter before I was able to force several words out. "M-Morgan!"

Her fingers toyed with my chest hair as she greeted me with a soft smile. I wrapped my arms around her as I felt a flood of emotions pour through. "Hi Rictor..." Her voice was meek but the love poured cleanly through.

"I thought you were gone!" I stammered struggling to even speak, "Not only that bu—"

Her tiny finger went up to silence me. "Hush..." She lowered her finger and spoke as my arms wrapped around her, embracing her warmth. "I always wanted to do this for so long Rictor... I always wanted to say this. I love you... Ever since your sister left me as a toy to sit and collect dust, you knew and saw the pain I was in, you tried to make up for it by taking me out late at night and seeing what the town was like at night, spending time with me, buying me treats..."

Her words poured like a sweet syrup. She was recounting all our times together and her eyes focused on me longingly. I could see the need in her eyes and how much she wished for it. "Not only that; you saw me as a woman, and you treated me as such. Yet I felt as if I was still a failure as a doll... She didn't want to play with me anymore, I just wanted to give up, and so I did..." She began to crawl closer to my head, the way she moved was nearly cat like and I felt myself being slightly aroused. "You made me feel differently though, I made up my mind. I was never Amanda's doll... I was your doll. You made me feel irreplacable and you were irreplacable to me."

I saw her become visibly nervous, her speech becoming shaky. "I.. Do you love me? Will you keep me as your doll forever? Will you treasure me? Will you—"

I pulled her small form into a kiss, I felt as if my heart was going to explode as her small head responded in kind to the kiss. I pulled away and gasped out the words. "I love you with all my heart!" I held her close as if someone was going to take her away.

My heart steadied as I turned to my side. I lifted her with me and we're now face-to-face. I was tired... Yet I allowed my thumb to trace over her cheek. The hard cold porcelain that was her just a few hours ago was replaced with the warm and soft flesh that I was accustomed to. I felt myself drifting asleep.

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I lifted myself out of bed, I felt happiness fill me to the core as I felt Morgan's touch, I couldn't believe it, but I said I loved her... It was embarassing when I thought about it, but damn it, I loved her! She wasn't beside me, so maybe she was watching TV?

Walking into the living room of my apartment I looked to my couch. Nope she isn't there. Maybe if she's... She's...

I didn't want to look... Please, don't tell me... I slowly creaked my head to the right, I was terrified to look, just to confirm my suspicions. I felt my heart sink to depths of pure despair.

There she was... Morgan... Still in that glass cabinet...

I felt it... The pain, the unstoppable pain... It hurt, and it wouldn't stop. I broke down, I couldn't help it but feel every last bit of heart destroying pain. All what I thought happened last night was nothing more than a dream. Her loving touch, her declaration, the loving look she gave... There was nothing... Nothing except those two glass eyes staring ahead into space.

I tried to hold in my grief yet tears fell anyway, I threw myself onto the couch. I never want to feel love again.