Ravaged Jungle
Dollhouse Horror
Chapter 8: Dollhouse Horror
Long Ago
Her lilac scented fingertips brushed burnished curls from Ana’s face. The looping strands tangled with her long copper lashes, fanning upon her soft cheeks. Pale nails scratched lightly over her rounded forehead, the hard tips indenting half moons on her delicate skin.
Ana searched her mother Calista’s worried eyes, the hazel depths flashing in moments of hysteric paranoia. Her head twitched toward the window whenever a car flew by. Her pale rose lips pursed into a bud, “Once upon a time,” She muttered passionately. “There was a young boy with hair as black as tar, it rippled down his back, for miles on end.
“His eyes sparkled like a black loch, his skin as smooth and soft as a kitten’s fur. He was so beautiful that his parents kept him locked up in a tower that extended into the heavens. They feared his glimmering visage would incite the townspeople into violence against their family.
“But what his mother and father weren’t aware of was that their son’s beauty would force the angel’s into a jealous rage.” She stopped, sighing in disappointment, “They killed the boy, ripping his hair from the roots and burning it. Greedily inhaling the fumes. They tore out his heart and sucked all the blood from it’s arteries. Hoping they would soak in his beauty.”
Ana’s eyes widened in surprise, wishing that the story wasn’t finished. That this angelic looking boy would get his vengeance and have a happy ending. However, that wasn’t how her mother told stories. And the poor boy was stuck with the angels who murdered him for all eternity.
Then there was a rumbling in the driveway as her father arrived. Calista whimpered pitifully and ran out, slamming Ana’s door firmly behind her. Ana’s shell-like ears picked up the scritch-scratching of her mother pushing a heavy chair in front of her door. This was her sanctuary she knew, as her mother locked Ana’s door with the key she kept under the rug. She threw her covers over her head, burrowing under the protective layer. ‘If he can’t see me, he can’t find me.’
She heard the front door slam and her fathers booming voice call out, “Get over here Calista!” She heard her mother’s heart crack as she was grabbed and groped by the man she still loved. Ana felt the vibrations of her mommy’s body being thrown on the ground. The weight of her husbands groaning, thrusting body on top of her tiny frame.
And she begged the soul of that little Angel-boy to protect her precious mommy.
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My calloused fingers were tangled possessively in Ana’s burning curls. The silken strands were cooling, gripped tightly in his palms. I softly nuzzled the top of her head with my lips.
I didn’t want to wake her, she desperately needed the rest, but I couldn’t help my need to be close to her. To feel her soft warm skin against me. She was sleeping snuggled in my arms, her wonderful mouth pressed to my neck. Her small hitching breaths gripped my heart in a vise.
Her tiny body felt like a baby bird in the strong circle of my arms. I was terrified of crushing her, but I couldn’t let her go.
In fact she was too tiny. I pushed the sheet down past her hips, feeling the bones sticking beneath the oversized shirt she wore. Her shoulders were hard like crystal globes. It was my, “God Save the Queen” Sex Pistols shirt. Long and a bit baggy on my form, it positively dwarfed Ana. She seemed to be swimming in a sea of black fabric, rising from the dark waves of material like a mermaid.
The pictures she sent me had shown a well developed body. With sloping rounded curves, and it suited her, perfectly.
But now she was practically nonexistent. I clutched her to me, praying the warmth of my body would heal her wounds, mental and physical.
How could someone’s form change so drastically in such short a time?
I had to stop her pain.
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I couldn’t tell if he was reluctant to leave, his hand had pressed firmly over my heart as his lips caressed my brow. He had gripped my upper arm beneath the sleeve and stared at me worriedly.
Was he afraid I would waste away while he was gone?
I lay across Teaks bed, my hands groping at his sheets in desolation. The phone shrieked in annoyance at me, a shrill ringing in my ear. It was my father’s insurance company. They continued to call me despite my lack of knowledge about my parent’s policy. Apparently they didn’t care how many times I said, “I don’t know.” Or that I didn’t care about how much money I would get out of their life insurance and bank account.
I rolled over and lifted the phone of the cradle, than threw it at the wall with all my limited strength. No one would leave me alone, they all kept squawking at me and asking questions. All except Teak. After that first night I could count how many times he had spoken to me on one hand.
He was gone, he kept leaving. Running errands he said. He had to take care of things, he reiterated. He just didn’t know what to do with me. I felt him run his hands over my very evident rib-bones, my jutting hips than snatch his hands away in fear. He was a coward, just like me. I saw Harper staring at me with curious eyes, but when he tried to speak with me his words would come to a stuttering halt.
And how Teaks abandonment hurt, it made me feel like my ribs were imploding, crushing my heart, my lungs and I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t think no one wanted me everyone was gone MOMMY why did you leave me didn’t you love me DADDY why do you hate me?
I lifted the razor blade that was held between my fingertips and drew it in a thin, diagonal line along the inside of my upper thigh. As the flesh parted I drew a deep sigh of relief, it had been two weeks since I had last done this. Harper seemed to keep an eye on me constantly, giving me no time alone. Almost as if he suspected... but no, he couldn’t know. I watched the blood drip and pool from my wound.
Lifting my hand I dragged my fingertips through the scarlet trail and rubbed it on the inner lips of my labia.
It was so strange, seeing blood there, it had been so long I had last had my period. All the weight I lost had suppressed me from bleeding at all. I rubbed the liquid into my clit, the warm wetness shivered through my nerves. My breathing quickened as I moved my finger in minuscule circles. When I came, it was in tears.
God I was sick.
In the aftermath of my pleasure I could hear nothing but a soft honey bee thrumming in my ears. My eyelids were to heavy to lift and my body was so languid that I didn’t feel any urge to move. I was completely surrounded by Teaks soapy clean scent. I breathed in deeply, saturating my lungs with aroma a’la Teak.
So languorous was she, that the sound of the door thumping open didn’t faze her. Neither did the presence of a shocked male form.
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I really did have errands to run. I had noticed how Ana ignored the insurance agents, the people calling from the bank. Her father had apparently been forced to leave her all of the money he’d saved from starving Ana and her mother. I was making sure all the funds were put into one bank account in Ana’s name. I was looking at caskets for her parents and searching out a cemetery.
I didn’t know how else to comfort her, when my mother had died it was easier to forget. To pretend she was on vacation at some white sanded beach. She had always wanted to escape the broken down buildings of this lost-in-the-past town. I wished I could have taken her to the beach, let her see the ocean, swim in it’s soul cleansing waves. Maybe that would have saved her, given her enough strength to take Rachel and run away.
But I hadn’t saved her and she is dead and so was Rachel and maybe it was easier this way, easier just to forget.
But Ana wasn’t like me, she couldn’t forget and because of it she was fading away. I was helpless to stop it.
I don’t think Ana forgets anything, her mind was an ever expanding box of keepsakes. The other night she had laid on my bed watching me intently, my shirt was off and all I wore was a pair of loose shorts, my back to her as I furiously brushed my teeth.
“You still have it,” She’d whispered softly, I turned and looked at her questioningly. Mint foam flecking over my mouth. She’d closed her eyes, breathing deeply, “That long scar on your back.” I knew what she spoke of, my step father had hit me so hard with a belt that it split my skin in a diagonal line. I had needed so many stitches after. I generally forgot about it, it’s not like I could see it.
Her eyes opened and ran along my body, lingering on the tattoo of a Scarab beetle on my hip. The Falcon head on my spine. “I feel like I don’t know you anymore.” She’d said, before turning onto her side, away from me.
But she was the one who knew me best. And what did I know of her now, only what she decided to share with me. I was afraid to ask. Me! Who had jumped into more things blind then I could remember.
When I saw her lying on my bed naked, her thighs striped with scarlet blood. Her eyes dazed and forgetful. I knew I couldn’t screw this one up.
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I should have been listening more closely. But my ears were full of the sound of whooshing waves and then complete silence. Flashing sparks spotted over my sight, so that the only sense I maintained was touch and my body thrummed with it. The blood rushing through my veins was so acute, that it was a pain in itself.
And that’s when Teak came in.
My heavy eyelids opened with much difficulty, I couldn’t bear to see the disappointment I knew would be swimming in his gaze. I heard his breath beginning to come like a raging bull.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO YOURSELF?” He thundered, my entire body trembled in fear. I had heard that level of anger before and knew what came after. He rushed onto the bed and clenched my upper arms so hard that I could feel a numbness shooting to the tips of my fingers.
He shook me furiously, my body flapped about like a rag doll. I could feel his form shaking as he yelled at me. But the words escaped like butterflies, I couldn’t catch them and I felt so dizzy, my head hurt so bad.
He stopped shaking me, for a moment our eyes met and his face was so blank, the outrage completely gone. Then he buried his face in between my bare breasts, sobbing like a young child.
“Why are you doing this?” He asked thickly, “I’m not stupid, I can see what’s happening,” I didn’t know what to say, I’d heard these words from Allen and Natalia. And never knew what to say.
“Well, fuck it. I’m not letting you do this shit anymore. I’m not going to let you hang yourself.”
And he pulled my face level with his, pressing his lips softly to mine, like his touch would break me. And oh. . . . how euphoria poured into me, this was perfection. How could I live without this for so long? Maybe that’s why, because I hadn’t been living. Not really.
He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, lightly playing his tongue upon the full swell, as if I was the sweetest candy. His fingertips stroked my bare back, feeling the spine that pushed angrily at my skin. His palms caressed the flat plain of my jutting shoulder blade. And his touch was almost healing. Almost.
But he pulled away, suddenly frowning down on me and I died, just a little.
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A/N: Teak is reliving his own mother’s slow deterioration with the way Ana is destroying herself. I know it has been awhile, I am going to try to update more often, you must REVIEW to add motivation!!!