Creepypasta stories

Porcelain

Such perfect circumstances have brought you to me,
darling.
The sheer emotion in your eyes tells me
what I need to know, how I know it, and what I need
to do to fix you.
After all, your value lies in your
potential to escape promiscuous defilement.

Is there a problem, you ask?
Must you be perfect?
No, but there's always room for improvement.
You try to scream until my will overpowers yours,
sending you into a speechless slumber.
And... there.
Such beautiful silence.
Luckily for us, convulsions
of desperation are silent.

Well, almost.

So many dresses, so little time.
Purple's far too royal for your blood.
Green doesn't quite fit, either.
Brown is too drab, red is too seductive... blue.
A subtle, light blue to match the dried tears upon your pure skin and the fate that you certainly wanted to meet.

It is odd how synthetic ribbons make perfect
biological corsets.
In and out, in and out, your muscles and tissue react to this woven truth and embrace it like a welcome surprise.
You really do look more beautiful with your eyes
closed.

Finally, the mask.
Its beauty lies in its expressionless charm; no smiling curves, no arched expressions.
Flamingo pink eyeshadow and feminine eyebrows should give your visage a fleeting sense of humanity. It's simply beautiful, simply... nothing.
Less truly is more, my dear.

Ah, you're awake.
Oh no, you can't be scared.
That won't be fun for either of us.
Shh, this should do the trick. Wonderful. You're always happy,now.
Your blue eyes hide fear so well.
So I have created you, so it is done.

Porcelain has never looked so good on you, my doll.