The dormant feelings of resentment got her green-eyed. The doll, who was as pure as the driven snow, was now unexpectedly advanced into a rancorous succubus. Rather than being his possession, she wanted to own him and gain absolute control over him. The nymphet, who was nothing but an ambrosian puppet in the hands of a narcissist, whose mania gradually poisoned her virtuous mind. She was fueled with unbridled envy whenever he brought his concubines to their room, unaware of the dire consequences. However, he was no fool. For he was graceful with the eloquent phrases he spoke, and it was as if the silver-tongued devil flirted with words. He mastered the art of manipulation.
"I feel like you're hiding something..."
"Don't be delusional, sweetheart. I've got my eyes only on you."
"But-"
"If you loved me, you wouldn't have doubted me."
"I-I do love you, it's just that-"
"I'm sorry."
"No no, don't apologize, it's my fault, I overreacted..."
A treacherous smile lingered on his gleeful face. Indeed, he was as devious as a politician. Dumb dolls listen to their owners without a doubt. Don't they?
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Ingénue
Short StoryWhen innocent love evolves into desperation, a pure mind is corrupted with lunatic thoughts. Nothing is at peace. A broken heart can cut you deep with its sharp edges, even if it's just the heart of a toy. Triggered warning : mature and sensitive th...
