Acta est Initium [Active/Closed]
Characters: Daniella, Lorenzo Belli
Setting: Starts at the Entrance, moves to the Doll Bathroom
Time: Night 009, Beginning
Summary: Daniella slips and finds herself wandering among dolls.
Warnings: Violence, reference to sexual activity and organs, doll maiming
"I am incomplete."
Daniella let the unidentifiable mess that she had created for dinner slop back into its bowl. She let the spoon drop as well, splattering the sauce onto the fine, wooden table. Rigidly she stood up and took the dishes into the kitchen to be scrubbed and washed, but not before she cleaned the table of the mess caused by her awakening.
Daniella easily let her hands dive into the scalding water over and over again to scrub the filth away from the dishes. The repeated motions, over and over, in and out, in and out: it almost reminded her of something else.
Something that had a purpose in the life of a true woman. For a real, complete woman, those repeated actions would lead to something.
Over and over, in and out, in and out.
Childbirth, perhaps? Isn't that what made a real woman's life? A woman's ability, which set her apart from other creatures, was the ability to create a complete life.
That was something that she could never have.
The maid lifted the white plate from the water, now reddened from the sauce, and looked at it. If she peered hard enough, she could barely see her own reflection. Emotionless eyes, an unfeeling face. Everything about it seemed to ooze the fact that she was incomplete, imperfect.
She dropped the plate back into the water, satisfying with the dull crack that it made when it hit the bottom of the sink. She still finished cleaning, even putting the cracked plate back in the cupboard.
It was then that she finally turned her sights on the girl that had arrived in the castle. It didn't take her long at all to make it up to her bedroom and look at her sleeping body. Inside of that filthy girl was the thing that all complete women had. That thing that allowed women to join with men and create new life.
She placed her hands on Fiona's breasts, the things that allowed a woman to nurse and nurture their offspring. She had them as well, but they would never be able to fulfill their duty. They, too, were incomplete parts of her body.
Onward down her flat stomach, until she reached her abdomen. There, right there was where they'd be. Those beautiful organs that allowed a woman to be complete. To forever have a real, full body.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, and started to slam her hand down on the sleeping girl's body. What would be the best way for her to attain those parts? To get them for herself? To allow her to become real. To be complete, at last.
When the girl laying beneath her sat up with wide eyes, Daniella fell forwards. Instead of landing on the soft flesh of the frightened girl, however, her forehead knocked against cold floor. For a moment she was unmoving, and then she suddenly started to spasm, a hollow and unnaturally fast laughter sounding from her convulsing body. The last belt of laughter kept on going, a mechanical 'haaaaaaaaaa' that echoed. She rolled onto her side and awkwardly got to her feet. She looked around the room, at the strange ceiling and lurking darkness. If she was confused about the new surroundings, she didn't show it.
Mechanically putting one foot in front of the other, Daniella started to stalk across the floor. She wheeled past the kitchen and the grand halls, her eyes roaming for the flesh woman.
That's when she was staring into the face of a doll. Somehow, she had found her way to the Doll Bathroom. All those images of femininity lined up on the walls, some in the images of children and the others of young women. Daniella made a sound that was a cross between a shriek and a pained cry before grabbing one. She unceremoniously ripped the pin holding the doll's hair in an intricate bun and started to cut the fabric where those precious, precious eggs would be.
There was only molded stuffing.
Daniella tossed the worthless doll into the nearby jacuzzi and reached for the next one. Pull, cut, dig, toss. Pull, cut, dig, toss. Pull, cut, dig, toss. Pull, cut, dig, toss...
Setting: Starts at the Entrance, moves to the Doll Bathroom
Time: Night 009, Beginning
Summary: Daniella slips and finds herself wandering among dolls.
Warnings: Violence, reference to sexual activity and organs, doll maiming
"I am incomplete."
Daniella let the unidentifiable mess that she had created for dinner slop back into its bowl. She let the spoon drop as well, splattering the sauce onto the fine, wooden table. Rigidly she stood up and took the dishes into the kitchen to be scrubbed and washed, but not before she cleaned the table of the mess caused by her awakening.
Daniella easily let her hands dive into the scalding water over and over again to scrub the filth away from the dishes. The repeated motions, over and over, in and out, in and out: it almost reminded her of something else.
Something that had a purpose in the life of a true woman. For a real, complete woman, those repeated actions would lead to something.
Over and over, in and out, in and out.
Childbirth, perhaps? Isn't that what made a real woman's life? A woman's ability, which set her apart from other creatures, was the ability to create a complete life.
That was something that she could never have.
The maid lifted the white plate from the water, now reddened from the sauce, and looked at it. If she peered hard enough, she could barely see her own reflection. Emotionless eyes, an unfeeling face. Everything about it seemed to ooze the fact that she was incomplete, imperfect.
She dropped the plate back into the water, satisfying with the dull crack that it made when it hit the bottom of the sink. She still finished cleaning, even putting the cracked plate back in the cupboard.
It was then that she finally turned her sights on the girl that had arrived in the castle. It didn't take her long at all to make it up to her bedroom and look at her sleeping body. Inside of that filthy girl was the thing that all complete women had. That thing that allowed women to join with men and create new life.
She placed her hands on Fiona's breasts, the things that allowed a woman to nurse and nurture their offspring. She had them as well, but they would never be able to fulfill their duty. They, too, were incomplete parts of her body.
Onward down her flat stomach, until she reached her abdomen. There, right there was where they'd be. Those beautiful organs that allowed a woman to be complete. To forever have a real, full body.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, and started to slam her hand down on the sleeping girl's body. What would be the best way for her to attain those parts? To get them for herself? To allow her to become real. To be complete, at last.
When the girl laying beneath her sat up with wide eyes, Daniella fell forwards. Instead of landing on the soft flesh of the frightened girl, however, her forehead knocked against cold floor. For a moment she was unmoving, and then she suddenly started to spasm, a hollow and unnaturally fast laughter sounding from her convulsing body. The last belt of laughter kept on going, a mechanical 'haaaaaaaaaa' that echoed. She rolled onto her side and awkwardly got to her feet. She looked around the room, at the strange ceiling and lurking darkness. If she was confused about the new surroundings, she didn't show it.
Mechanically putting one foot in front of the other, Daniella started to stalk across the floor. She wheeled past the kitchen and the grand halls, her eyes roaming for the flesh woman.
That's when she was staring into the face of a doll. Somehow, she had found her way to the Doll Bathroom. All those images of femininity lined up on the walls, some in the images of children and the others of young women. Daniella made a sound that was a cross between a shriek and a pained cry before grabbing one. She unceremoniously ripped the pin holding the doll's hair in an intricate bun and started to cut the fabric where those precious, precious eggs would be.
There was only molded stuffing.
Daniella tossed the worthless doll into the nearby jacuzzi and reached for the next one. Pull, cut, dig, toss. Pull, cut, dig, toss. Pull, cut, dig, toss. Pull, cut, dig, toss...