You were just a doll. A worthless thing that could be used for whatever purposes. From a sexual partner to a babysitter for your children. 'they're ugly and hideous creatures. they deserve whatever horrible paths they follow.' but you look just like them. you were human. With your once shinning (h/c) hair, and now dull (e/c) eyes. You were once a normal happy child who loved to smile. but ever since you're 'accident' you were now labeled as a doll, the lowest rank in this Utopia. Your own parents didn't want you. No one even wanted to look at you. You've been abused by all these old and worthless men, who just loved little girls like you. They would always say 'Your so hideous. Cry for me.' when you did not obey you would be abused more and a little piece would break from your heart each time. You hated them. you hated everyone. Soon you started to believe them and started to hate your self. When the last piece of your heart was about to break,an angel saved you from the darkness that was your hate.
It was just a normal day were the same men would come, abuse you, then leave. You lived in a small apartment crushed between a supermarket and a liquor store. You've been assigned in this neighborhood to collect money from the abusers and you were to send back to the corporation. There was a system for the dolls. Dolls are just not used for sexual purposes but they are also used for trade, slavery, man labor, and other cruel jobs. You have never met another doll but there is a rumor stating that the president of the corporation has died and his son would now take his place. He was supposed to be extremely handsome and caring but also rich. 'But I'll never be able to meet him. Besides he would be discussed with me. A young slut who never bathed.' you would always say this to your self. and you believe every word.