Dolls

The little girl plays with her dolls. The lifelike figures, with tiny smiles stitched on their ugly faces, their hands tied behind their backs. The little girl fingers her toys, placing their struggling bodies in rags she had sewn herself. The little one touches the stitched faces, pokes the lifelike, crystal eyes. The girl makes her toy dolls kiss, she dubs them with shrill voices. She stands up and walks around the playpen, squashing a few dolls in a grotesque mass on the floor. The little one strips her dolls naked, takes her little toy knife and dissects the dolls. Once destroyed, she throws them all over the place. She takes one more female doll, planning to do the same to her. But surprise, surprise! The doll bites the hand of her owner, opening her mouth even as the stitches tore her lips apart. Blood spatters.

"Damn it!" the 'little' one exclaims. She takes her knife, kills her doll properly, stitches up the mouth again, and takes the organs out. She looks around the blood-covered room and sighs with pride.