I love my niece, but her taste in toys is horrendous. I blame it on the options, though. There are all these stupid, skinny little clean-skinned dolls smiling behind their clear plastic cover. And, the stupid larger versions, don’t forget them! Really, it’s just creepy.
So that got me to thinking about creating a better toy for her, one that would remind her of Aunt Pandora. I bought a doll, painted its face zombie white and began looking around for some red hair dye. I almost splashed some of the dye on the doll…but, I had a better idea: why not use the real thing for blood? It was easy, really; I just went to the park, chose one of the lambs that had wondered off from her mom. She was easy to lure, especially with the doll that would soon be transformed. Apparently, she had never seen a doll like this. And, she never would again; I would make sure of that. I was going to honor my niece by killing this sickeningly sweet thing. My niece would not be like this, I told myself; no, she would be like me.
My evil heart sang as I carved into the little brat’s flesh. As I sprayed blood on the doll, the snotty-nosed brat cried. I shook the doll in her face and cackled as the cunt-stain cried louder. Finally, I had enough: I stabbed her in the chest, ripped open her rib cage, and there it was: her heart. I brought it to my lips and inhaled. I cut a few slivers and then soaked it in black ink before popping the doll’s head off and placing the heart in there. Now, the doll was transformed! I handcrafted a death certificate to go along with my gift. I couldn’t wait to see my niece play with her new, favorite toy!
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