Love doll

Chapter 1. – I am a good brother


There were mirrors hanging on every wall in the elevator making it impossible to escape their reflection.
I tried to shape my face into the face of someone who had accidentally subconsciously killed his sister’s cat but still was a likeable, great guy that was deeply regretting his immature choice of playing videogames instead of doing what he was supposed to do but that had learned his lessons and really was a great guy that you couldn’t hate.

But I only looked sinister so I tried to fix my hair instead.

It looked like hair did when you hadn’t showered for a whole week and hadn’t seen a comb or something similar for even longer period of time. A mess.

I tried to finger comb it but my fingers got caught in it so I had to jerk away my hand through the knot of hair and I winced because it hurt like a bitch. I hate hair. And showers. People probably hated me too on instinct because at the moment I probably rivalled the alluring scent of garbage. I flexed and poked my pathetic excuse of a bicep with my finger. This was the reason why I avoided mirrors. They did absolutely nothing for my self confidence.

The light in the elevator didn’t really flatter my skin tone too. I grimaced at my reflection.
I looked dead. I guess that was what kind of happened when you spent most of your time in the basement playing on your computer. The only positive thing I had going was that I wasn’t infected by an army of mutating pimples as many of my friends was.
Instead I had big dark circles under my eyes and looked as if I was recovering from a concentration camp from world war two. I had often heard people call me creepy. I guess it was better then disgusting but then again I had a suspicion people called me that too behind my back because of my lack of enthusiasm for showers and change of clothing.

The elevator reached the eight floor and the doors slid open smoothly. I stepped out of the elevator and looked around. The corridor looked just as the foyer downstairs and the elevator had done, crazy expensive.

How the fuck could my sister afford this?

I knew that she had advanced in her job the last years but I had never really listened when they at home talked about her.

I had felt out of place the second I got of the bus and found myself in the richer part of the city with new built apartment complexes and mansions. And if I felt out of place I could only guess how out of place my grey and bland sister would look here with the people with designer clothing, designer cars, designer food, designer toilets, designer tits and so on.

I didn’t really know what my sister did for a living.
Something smart because I guess she was smart.

At least that had been what mum and dad had said my entire childhood.
It was something with robot engineering, which I guess sounds cool but that I doubt was anything like that. She probably just sat in a lab day in and day out calculating and stuff like that. Boring shit.

I didn’t actually really know my sister.

I mean I knew my sister, I knew her name and I had grown up with her plus that she came once a week to eat dinner with us, which she had done since she moved out some years ago.

But I didn’t actually know her, know her.

It could have been because of the nine year age gap and the fact that she had moved out when I was like eight or something. But I think mostly because of the fact that we were nothing alike.

We didn’t look alike, we didn’t speak alike and we didn’t think alike, we really were nothing alike.

She had never been someone that I had bragged about while growing up.
Even when I had been eight I had known what was cool and what wasn’t.

It was obvious that my sister didn’t fell into the cool category just as it was obvious that Arthur Wilsons older brother that had eaten a handful of worm on a dare did.

I couldn’t lie and deny that I was a social disaster. Me and my friends could never be mistaken for the cool crowd. But at least I had friends and was anonymous in the sea of computer geeks. My sister had been the most unpopular kid in school.
She had boring interests, a boring face, a boring personality, boring clothes and a major interest in bad romance novel stories which only made her even easier to bully.

It was kind of fucked up. Who would have thought that it was she that would end up here?
I highly doubted that anyone from her class had succeeded better then her.

The sound of my steps was subdued by the red and clean carpet under my feet.
You only saw these kinds of things on TV. Everything just breathed money. The air seemed expensive. I never even would have thought that I one day actually would see the inside to one of these kinds of buildings.

I felt really uncomfortable.
It felt like a crime being here. The security guards had at first not even wanted to let me up even thought I had a key and identification. I probably wouldn’t have let myself up either. I didn’t belong here.

A door opened and closed. A guy that looked as if every strand of hair on his head was worth at least a thousand dollars each, walked past me and he couldn’t stop himself from wrinkling his nose when passing me, well I don’t think he ever wanted to stop himself.
I walked faster down the corridor to escape his gaze so that he wouldn’t decide to call security to remove a bum from third floor or something similar.

She had said something about it being the apartment that was furthest away. I looked down at the clock on my wrist, it was getting late it had taken longer then I originally had thought. I was going to water the plants and then try to sneak out of the building without anyone seeing me. And yeah, feed the dead cat.

A golden plate with her name on it, Michelle Jackson confirmed that the door furthest away was the door to her apartment. The cards in my hand were warm because I had been squeezing them for the forty minutes it had taken to get here.

There had been a lot of cards to get in here, first a card to the door into the building, then another to the elevator and then another into the flat and a code. But I guess they had a reason to be paranoid.

I had also gotten a keychain with keys to different rooms in her flat, why on earth she needed that I had no idea because she lived alone. There were also a small black box with a white button like one of those you use to lock cars and seven other keys that I had no idea what they opened.

Before I knew how she lived I had tossed them somewhere in my room because I hadn’t thought they were very important.

If I lost any of them it would be impossible to get in, and I doubted anyone would believe that I had any business here and let me in.

I was beginning to fear that if I did anything wrong an ear shattering alarm plus an entire squad of elite military would come and take me down.
But the small lamp beeped and blinked green when I had pressed in the code and there were no alarm. I had for a panicked second thought that I had forgotten the code, but I remembered that I had written it on a piece of crumbled paper that I had in the pocket of my jeans and then I was in.

It was pitch black.

The blinds to the windows were pulled down and no lamps were on.
It was actually at the moment kind of similar to my basement.

If I closed the door there would be no source of light so I left the door open and searched for the switch on the wall with my hands.

"Fuck!" I had walked into something hard and had almost crashed to the floor but stumbled towards the wall and could hold myself up with the help of my flailing arms and disapproving nose. What kind of idiot puts stuff just in front of the door?!

I rubbed my nose and my eyes accustomed to the darkness and I could begin to see some dark contours. Like the switch on the wall right beside my hand.

The lights flickered on and all of a sudden the whole apartment was bathing in light.

The apartment looked as if it was taken from a catalogue.
It was enormous and designed to impress, a two step stair led down to the main room and I could see in to another room further away. The outer wall wasn’t a wall, it was windows with “persienner” down but that I was sure when you pulled them up the view of the city cost just as must as the rest of the apartment.

The fact that she had never invited us here was beginning to seriously piss me off.
Our house was nothing compared to this.

Did mum or dad know how she lived? Maybe they did, they actually had conversations with her, but still, this was crazy.

In front of me was the object that had tried to take me down. It was a large white cardboard box that had probably been newly delivered because it wasn’t opened and I wondered if it was something expensive. The guessed price on the rest of the apartment said yes. I dropped the keys on the floor so that they landed somewhere beside the box. They were annoying.

I nearly walked in with my dirty shoes on but decided to take them of for a change, the floor looked like it was clinical clean and I didn't want to be the culprit of any more crimes, so I kicked of my shoes and climbed over the box and continued into the apartment.

She had two large comfy looking white sofas and a glass table in front of them. The TV hanging on the wall made me want to go into seizure.

I didn’t stop there but continued into what I guess was her bedroom. The bed was ridiculous in every way. First it was way to big for her or the room and second it was clear she was suffering from a severe princess syndrome. The bed looked like it belonged to a seven year old girl, a very rich seven year old girl, with it's pink coverings and white fluffy pillows with lace. I wanted to throw up on it.

There was a door to the right and the door led into a white bathroom with a Jacuzzi with golden handles and a big shower. It looked like a spa.

What had seemed a very boring task, taking care of my sister’s apartment while she was away in Germany for whatever, I had not really listened, was beginning to look well, not that boring any longer.

The difference between this and the bathroom at home was laughable. There had always been problem with our shower and we only had one because mum and dad had thought it to be a good idea when they moved in to take the other one out because they wanted a bigger bedroom.

Most of the time you couldn’t say we even had one because dad was always trying to fix it. It had been a project for over fifteen years and when it wasn’t the shower that was playing tricks it was the toilet. Luckily we had another toilet down in my basement, but I wasn’t sure it was that lucky because it meant I had mum and dad showing up in my room unexpectedly which wasn’t good for my nerves.

This bathroom didn’t have its pipes visible and there were no rust or dirty laundry. It was shining and there wasn’t only a shower there were a Jacuzzi and if I wasn’t mistaken a door leading into a sauna.

I opened up a glass closet hanging on the wall and in it was a stereo. After finding the power and play button classical music streamed out from the walls it seemed as I couldn’t see any speakers.

I didn't really like classical music, neither did I like wine very much, at least not what I had tasted whenever mum or dad had felt generous enough to offer me some.
But I decided that the music and the wine bottle that I found in another cupboard were made for these kinds of occasions.

For one mad second I considered calling Arthur. He was after all my best friend and probably the one I should share this experience with because I didn’t have a girlfriend. If not to share I could always gloat which was an idea I liked far more. But I didn’t like the idea of sharing anything with anyone for the moment. I wanted this for myself.
My sister was kind of anal when it came to touching her stuff, but I think I was doing everyone a favour when I turned on the Jacuzzi, getting ready to wash off two weeks of dirt.
I pulled of my t-shirt, it was years old and ratty with big holes and it stunk, I had it on for two days constantly, I had even slept in it. My socks were even worse, my middle toe poked out from a hole and well they did not have a pleasant aroma. I pulled of my jeans and boxers and then sat on the cold edge to the Jacuzzi.

She had a lot of bottles with titles such as luxurious bathing for perfect beauty and lather me up baby I wasn't sure if they meant what they said because I had met my sister three, two days ago when she came over to leave the keys and she had looked the same as always with bushy brown hair that was everywhere and gloomy face and not very much like the perfect beauty.

I took a big gulp of the wine which was actually kind of good, a sickly sweet kind and then I decided to dump everything I could find into the Jacuzzi. I took a bottle that had big bubbles on it and dumped probably far too much of it in the water that was filling up the tub.

By mistake I also dropped the whole amount of some kind of bathing powder into the water and the bubbles looked like they were alive and mutating and coming scarily close to the edge so I shut of the water. I didn’t go into the Jacuzzi at first but instead I turned on the shower and washed myself with soap and used some conditioner from a pink bottle to my hair. I hadn’t felt this clean for a very long time, in fact I couldn’t remember when the last time was. When I was finished I sat down on the edge to the Jacuzzi and then swung around to put down my feet in the water and sat down with a hiss.

It was hot, really hot and really nice and I loved my sister I really did.

"Cheers." I said to my reflection with a smile that was threatening to swallow my face because of it's size and drank some more wine.

The life of rich actually fitted me. Maybe being smart and boring wasn't that bad.
Well being the brother to the smart and boring wasn't that bad either, you didn't have to do anything then, except water some plants and not kill your sister's cat.

The cat!

I had forgotten all about the cat.
The thought of leaving the bubbles and warmth didn't tempt me that much but well, the idea of a dead cat was disturbing. My sister was one of those crazy cat lovers. For Christmas cards she sent us pictures of her cat and she always had it with her when she came over for dinner. I guess she projected all the love she had for her non existing children on it. I was surprised she hadn’t taken it with her to Germany. I would not be her favourite person if I had killed the cat just because I couldn’t be bothered to go over to her apartment to feed it.

I got up from the Jacuzzi with a sigh, water sloshing everywhere on the floor. I couldn't see any towels and I didn't really look so I walked out naked into her bedroom. There were no one there to see me and I was beginning to feel very at ease and home here, as if the apartment always had been mine.

The cat sat in the kitchen.

Looking very not-dead and very bored. In fact it looked fat, as if it had not done nothing else then eat the last two days which I guessed was more then likely, because there was more then five bowls with cat food on the floor.

My sister had left me a note, I could see my name on it from where I stood and it probably had all instructions to whatever I was supposed to do. But I didn't bother to read it.
I doubted that watering plats would be rocket science, she probably had already watered them five times before she went anyway.

She had always been like that, a perfectionist that didn't trust anyone else to do stuff, I had been surprised that she had given me the task of watching the apartment and not going home herself from Germany every day to feed the cat and whatever. I mean she apparently had the money for it.

I had to ask mum what she did for a living.
Maybe she could recommend me or something.

I took the pitcher on the kitchen sink and filled it with water. Even the stream of water looked expensive, our always coughed at the start and you had to wait awhile before the water became cold.

This was ice cold immediately.

She didn't have a lot of plants but the ones she had were big and looked well kept.
There must have been speakers in the whole apartment because the classical music filled the room as if I was still in the bathroom.

I hoped the plants wouldn't drown. I had no idea how to water plants. I never knew it was something that you could actually know.

The jingle from a bell hanging around the cat’s neck and the sound of to long claws clicking into the floor announced it’s arrival. The cat was following me around.
Walking around naked didn't feel as fun anymore. It felt as if the cat was watching me and I don’t know judging me just as everyone else. I grimaced at it.

Cats were likeable when they slept.

I had not been in all rooms, she had another smaller bathroom, an office, another bedroom and a room filled with expensive looking gym tools which was kind of weird because my sister have always been a little overweight, not much but enough to notice and not really the person with the kind of personality that you could see exercising.

It was only in the other bedroom that there were other plants and the cat was still following.

When I came out of the room I was on my way to the bathroom again but I stopped when I saw the box in front of the front door.

I wondered what it was. I mean it was big and it looked somewhat important, if well boxes can look important. I walked over to it and then bent down in front of it.
I heard a jingle and then the cat came and sat beside me.

There was a receipt taped on it and I bent over it to read it. The only thing that stood there was a serial number. The cardboard didn't have any clues of what it was or where it was from. Probably some furniture.

It was really big, at least two meters long and one meter on it's breadth it must have been a bitch to take up to this floor.

It's anonymity was beginning to get me curious and I didn't really think that she would care if I took a look in it. She was going to be away two weeks and this had probably gotten here when she left, otherwise she would probably not have left it in front of the door.

At least I could move it, laying here it was just in the way.

But when I pushed and it went nowhere.
Even when I tried again and dug down my toes on the floor and tried to push with the help of my whole body, it didn't move a millimetre even thought I pushed as hard as I could.

Either I could take it as a sign that I should really work on those muscles or just the fact that it's weight was ridiculous.
I gave up moving it.

It's weight was probably the reason why it was in front of the door, how on earth they had gotten it here became an even greater mystery.

Maybe it was more equipment to the gym.

It was both taped with some kind of super tape that my nails didn't even make a scratch in and had some kind plastic band tied around it that I would never be able to pull of with my hands.

I went back to the kitchen and searched for something to use to open the box. I didn't find a scissor but saw some sharp looking knifes that probably would do.

I walked back to the box and wondered for a second how I would look if someone saw me right now, naked and wet with a sharp kitchen knife in my hand.

I sat down on my knees in front of it and cut the plastic band around it. Which I realized was much harder then it looked and probably would have been impossible with one of the knives we had at home, Michelle’s was so sharp that it looked like as if it could cut stone.

Then I dragged down the knife along the tape and could flap it open.

Inside it was another box.

A box made of steel as large as the cardboard box surrounding it had been.
What was it? A vault or something?

It had a key hole and it looked like as if it could be open but there were no door handles.
It was a lame vault. It didn't look very James Bond like.

Next time she ordered an expensive looking vault I would choose it for her. I sighed and drummed my fingers against my chin. But when my eyes focused on the keys to the apartment that lay behind the box just where I had left them before, an idea struck me and I reached for them, it wouldn't do any harm to try it at least.

I looked at the seven unknown keys that were on the keychain.
Two of the looked to big to fit into the lock but the five others looked like they could fit.

The first I tried didn't fit into it and neither the second but the third slid in perfectly.
I turned the key and without me doing anything the lid or door whatever you wanted to call it began to open with a small hiss and thick white smoke came out from the narrow opening. My first reaction was to throw my weight on it to stop it from opening any more and close it, but instead I found myself being lifted up with the lid because it didn’t seem to want to stop, at least my weight did nothing to stop it.

What the fuck was it that she had ordered?
A small fire trapped in a vault?

Or had I ruined it?

Not only had I almost killed her cat I had ruined whatever expensive thing she had ordered too.

I winced and shivered at the same time, winced because of how angry mum would be and shivered because of the water on my skin no longer were warm but had made me feel cold.

The lid was opening really slowly and after I had waved away the first smoke there was no new smoke.

It was when I could see something similar to human skin and then what looked like finger tips through the narrow opening that warning bells was beginning to go of in my head.

The lid had slid open completely and stopped.

"…Holy Shit." My voice sounded low in my ears, low and weak. "What. The. Fuck?"

It wasn't as if I thought it could attack me but I still jumped back. And then I didn't really do anything.

Me and Mr. cat just stared at first.

I mean what more could you do when there was a human being in the box.
Again, there was a human being in the box. I was sure it was, no wax doll could look so human

A very naked and very much alive human being.

Well he looked human but who knew if he was alive, his eyes were closed and he didn't move.
He could be dead.

Oh my god, was he dead?

Maybe I should check for pulse or something. But I didn't want to touch him.

Was this some kind of sick joke? You didn't have naked humans in sleek looking boxes. Not with spooky smoke and while you were away in Germany!

What was I supposed to do?

The chock was actually beginning to wear of and I could focus on him better.
A strange clump grew in my stomach.

He had shoulder length black glossy hair sharp looking dark eyebrows and long eyelashes.

He had high cheekbones and a sharp chin that made him look oddly feminine and manly at the same time. I didn't focus on his face that long because his body kind of dragged away my attention.

I wasn't sure if I was admiring or if I just felt deeply disturbed.
His body was just sick, I mean not in the - I suffer from illness or deformity, but quite the opposite.

He was just muscles.
There was like no body fat at all. Not the buff kind of muscles, no Arnold Schwarzenegger or wrestling muscles, I wasn't sure what you called these kind of muscles, he was so sleek, his hips was narrow and his stomach flat and his legs were long and thin but at the same time toned.
The clump in my stomach grew.
I was disturbed. There wasn’t any man that could look at him and not be disturbed.

I mean he looked like some kind of super human.
He looked like some kind of fantasy. Like how you described the perfect man in a bad romance novel.

I don't think I had even seen such a perfect human being ever before. I don’t think anyone has seen such a perfect human being before. I wouldn’t be surprised if he like started shining or something. It was weird looking at. Like seriously what the fuck disturbing.

I tried not to focus on the neither regions but I couldn't stop myself, I mean he was asleep, dead, whatever and the only other here was Mr. cat so I stared at his dick and then looked down at mine.

I don't think I had ever felt so inferior.

Maybe it was wrong to compare yourself with something that was beyond the human ideal but it was kind of hard not to.

I decided to check his pulse. I slowly reached out with my hand, afraid that any minute the person would come to life. His skin felt like skin but he was ice cold and even thought I don't think I am the most skilled person when it comes to pulse checking I know I am not completely incompetent, and I couldn't find any pulse.

I sat back on my heels. I felt oddly calm but my heart was beating madly.

Did this mean he was dead?

Maybe I should call the police?

I couldn't stay by the box it was distracting, I needed wine or something.
I stood up.

"Fucking hell." I shouted and staggered to the wall. I had stepped on the keys and smashed the weird looking small box with the button and it hurt so much. I wasn’t bleeding but if felt like I was and I had to jump on one leg to the white sofa because my foot was banned from any activity for now.
The sofa was comfy I absently thought and then turned my head so that I could see his body from where I sat. I didn’t stare for long I turned around and watched the black screen of the TV. The phone was on the table.

Who was I supposed to call?
Michelle obviously. But I didn't have her number.
Mum and dad probably had it.
Maybe they would know what to do too, I mean they were parents. They were made for these kind reasons. Support, wisdom, magical powers and so on.

I reached for the phone but a sudden sound made me whip around and the second my eyes landed on the box I think my heart seriously stopped for a second, because the box was empty.

The next thing that happened, happened so fast that I didn’t have any chance to react because I was suddenly on my back on the sofa, the remote control to the TV digging into my back or at least I thought it was the remote control because the sound of TV suddenly blasted out through the invincible speakers instead of classical music, and a warm body pressed me down making it hard to breath and then I was staring into two very blue eyes.

I screamed but nothing came out from my lungs because I was so shocked and didn’t know how to use my voice. I had never in my entire life been so scared like that, at the age of sixteen I was going to die by a heart attack.

"Serial number 10012340." His voice was hoarse, not in the I'm gonna die of cancer in my lungs or I have a cold but rather in the I am a porno actor and I'm gonna kill you with my dick – kind of way. Which I disturbingly could feel against my hip.

"Get of me!" I had gained the control over my voice but it didn't come out as strong as I wanted it to, mostly because his body weight was squeezing out the air from my lungs.

He didn't answer, instead he continued staring at me. His eyes was really blue, he had to have lenses they were so pretty, I couldn’t look away from them even thought I wanted to and I was convinced he was going to kill me.

"Who-who are you? Why were you in a box? I didn’t put you in the box. I don’t know anything!"

It was top model on the TV, I heard Tyra Banks voice asking if you wanted to be on the top.

He still didn't answer. He was just creepily staring at me, his black hair tickling my face. It hadn't done that before.

I noticed that his face was suddenly much closer then before.

At first he had not been fully on the sofa but I felt him shift and suddenly he was completely on top of me. His stomach and muscles dragging over my dick slowly and his lips seemingly to get even closer. I stopped breathing.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I don’t know why I whispered. He bent his head and his face hovered closely to my ear.

"I love you." He whispered back.

And I just think my blood froze to ice.

TBC
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I edited this because it's suckiness was killing me. Excuse me for sucky english, there are millions mistakes in this text. English isn't my native language and I have no concept of grammar or spelling.

Next chapter is coming soon. Almost done with it.