⛈Dollhouse⛈
TRIGGER WARNING: Just life, man.
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The place seemed dead
You stood in the front of the window, staring out into the gray sky pouring rain down as fast as possible. Your window was stained with drops that seemed like heaven was weeping.
The rain didn't promise any life for the trees, nor the cornfields, and you were left wondering how could a person live in this place? Why would they stay?
You got used to the car honks and sirens outside your window. It was normal to hear people talking or hear footsteps in the room upstairs, and it annoyed the shit out of you every night.
But at least that place had some sort of life to it.
Now you were starting to realize everything you took for granted even though you didn't have much at all. The manor was beautiful or would be beautiful if the aura wasn't so lonely.
The cherry trees that held no color whatsoever had made themselves a nice field out in the yard in perfect rows and columns. There was a pathway in between in that led to the cornfields from the front door.
It would be beautiful.
You could imagine the pink trees, the yellow corn, and the blue sky. But for some reason it didn't seem realistic. It seemed like a miracle to get this place back. Like a lost case.
You could relate to this place. That's the thought that hurt you the most.
You heard the front door opening from downstairs and shutting tight. Soon enough, you see Jungkook wearing a large yellow raincoat hop out into the pouring rain. He waddled down the large steps and to the pathway.
He must be used to this kind of thing, seeing as how he could just casually leave and enter. Kidnapping, you mean. Most people would prefer to stay indoors with their victim. He seemed prepared. Too prepared.
But you saw that once he reached the line where the trees kissed the cornfields, he took a left turn. Your eyebrows furrowed and when you saw exactly what he was headed towards, you almost felt like vomiting.
At the end of the big fields was a large old Ferris wheel, circus tents, and various other rides you could see from where you stood. There were no people around, seeing as it was a very sad day, but you saw his small figure walk inside through the entrance.
CRY BABY CARNIVAL
Now you really did feel like throwing up.
"They never found the children. The carnival was shut down, and all the workers were killed, down to the lions."
Who was this guy, really?
You ran around the room frantically searching for a way out. A key, a pin, something to be able to unlock that door. You ran to the vanity table and opened the biggest drawer. Your eyes lit up as you saw a box of bobby pins.
Taking one, you ran to the door and tried to tamper with the lock
Click.
It was like music to your ears hearing that sound. The door opened, and you were met with a large hallway. It was a bit brighter than your room due to the large windows at the side. There were pictures mounted on the wall of very disturbing things.
A small man who fit in the hands of a taller one. A lady with a beard. Two boys standing besides each other, one boy with red hair smiling at the camera as the other with mint hair who couldn't be less interested.
You didn't want to stick around, but you were afraid you'd run into someone else. You haven't heard any noises while you were trapped in that room and you thought it was because the rooms had very thick walls.
You got to the end of the hall where there was another room, this time, you could see over the railing to where the living room was. It was like a dollhouse, really. Like a castle.
The fireplace was running, the couches were there, and it was almost like your room except the walls were navy blue. It was a regular, old mansion. To your right were curved steps which you almost fell off of due to how fast you were running.
You got to the window and subtly pushed the curtain to peek outside and look for any sign of him. The trees were closer, and you felt smaller. It was creepy, to say the least. The fog and the dark branches looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie.
But he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
You opened the surprisingly unlocked front door and ran outside, not caring about the pouring rain. As you ran down the path, you felt like someone was chasing you, but every time you turned around, no one was there.
You got to the cornfields and there was a clear path down to the Carnival that you couldn't see from your room. You prayed that Jungkook wouldn't be close or he'd see you once he comes back out.
It was obvious there was going to be some time that passes before you reach civilization. It was also obvious you had a higher chance of getting caught.
You have never ran so fast in your life. The shoes you had on were incredibly slippery, to which to you almost fell a handful of times. You bent down and took them off and picking them up.
Once you did, you took a step forward and halted. Your eyes widened as you saw a figure standing at the far end of the road. It wasn't Jungkook, you could tell. Jungkook wouldn't wear a clown costume, would he?
The clown stood there, as if it were guarding something. It looked pretty tall from where you stood, and extremely scary. It's costume was old and worn, and it was only staring at you.
The only sound in the air was the pitter patter of the rain. It wasn't moving an inch and you could see from where you were standing that it was scuffing its big red shoes against the mud.
Then he started running. Not from you, but towards you.
You turned around and started to run away as fast as you could, not caring about the big rocks you stepped on or the cawing of the crowd that got louder by the second.
You went back to the cherry tree path where you stopped halfway through to catch your breath. Turning around, you saw no sign of a Clown around you anymore.
"Run, run, as fast as you can," the voice was coming from all around you. It was deep but hollow. Almost dead.
Before you could react, a pair hands covered your mouth, making you let out a muffled scream. Your hands squirmed around and you started kicking to get out of its grasp.
"What are you doing outside of the house?" he asked in your ear.
Jungkook?
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"I can't believe you got out," Jungkook shook his head. You sat on your bed with your hands tied behind you and your feet on his lap. You couldn't speak due to the rag wrapped around your mouth.
He was cleaning the bloody soles on your feet with a bowl of warm water on top of a mayo stand. The rag he had in his hand gently cleaned away the dirt and the blood from your wounds.
"You really shouldn't run out in the cold, you could get sick," he looked up at you with worried eyes and suddenly touched your forehead. "Oh no, you're burning up," he was awfully distressed by all the events that occurred.
He got up, gently placing your feet back down on the mattress, "Stay here, I'll be right back."
You sat in silence. Lightheaded, cold yet sweaty, and you could almost hear the sweet siren of Death call. It was soft and slow, like the breeze outside your window.
You wanted to ask Jungkook who that Clown was. You wanted to ask him many questions, actually. But speaking wasn't really in your favor because, well, you were gagged.
After a few minutes, Jungkook came back in with a bowl again, "I know you don't want to eat, but I made you some soup." he sat down in his original spot and dabbed your forehead with another small towel.
He took hold of the rag in your mouth and took it out. Afterwards, he placed the towel on his shoulder and picked up the spoon and gently blew on it. "Open up," he move the spoon towards your mouth, but your head backed up, hitting the headboard.
"Ow," you winced.
"You don't have a pillow back there, sweetie." he giggled and grabbed yet another pillow from your side. His cold right hand went to the back of your neck and pulled you forward so that he can place the pillow behind your head.
"There, all better," he grinned.
He would say so.
The spoon yet made another return into your sights. You could see the chopped vegetables steaming on top. "It's just chicken, see?" he put the spoon up to his own mouth and ate the spoonful. "It's good, I promise."
Now that your skepticism about the food being spiked was debunked, you felt more at ease in eating. He scooped some more on and looked at you. Normally, your pride wouldn't let you take food from strangers who have kidnapped you.
But fuck pride. You're hungry.
Your chapped lips opened at a slow pace, still unsure of you actions. You didn't miss the little twinkle in his eyes as he placed the utensil on your lips. He fed you like a baby on a highchair.
And the chicken soup was actually good.
"Do you like it? I made it myself." he beamed. You nodded and continued to let him feed you in silence. After the soup was done, he let you drink some warm water and helped you lay down to sleep.
He was being very motherly towards you and something about made you feel childish. It was child's play. You really wanted to interrogate him, but you couldn't bring yourself to say a single word.
"If you need anything, just ring the bell, okay?" you looked at the nightstand and saw the handbell standing on top and nodded in understanding. "Good night," he tucked you in bed and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
You watched silently as he closed the curtains and closed then halfway to provide enough light to let you see. It didn't matter, though. The day was as dark as ever.
He left the room, locking it behind him. It was very quiet now that you could hear his footsteps walk down the hall and to the living room.
However, you weren't at ease. That Clown was about to kill you earlier. Whatever it was, it scared the crap out of you and if Jungkook was involved with him, you would most likely jump out the window.
All you knew is that Jungkook wasn't exactly alone in this place. There was definitely more than meets the eye.
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The next day you woke up with a high fever. Jungkook took your temperature and was less than happy that you were in such a poor state. Nevertheless, he took care of you surprisingly well. As any parent would take care of their kid.
There was still the never ending fear that he would hurt in some way at some point. But right now, he probably wanted you in tip top shape to do so.
"You're a sick baby," he pouted before walking to the wardrobe. He opened the double doors and looked at the array of clothes in there. His hands reached for a rack and out went a nightgown. "Sick babies wear this." he informed.
His legs hit the side of your bed and he helped sit you up. You were too weak to move or protest, until his hands started to undo the buttons at the back.
"No," you croaked. The blood rushing to your head made it almost impossible to focus on the fact that was trying to take off your clothes.
"I have to change you. This dress is no good for you." he insisted before he unbuttoned the dress.
Your back felt cold and his freezing hands didn't help, either. You started to shiver like a dog as he pulled your dress down to you ankles, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments.
It was awfully cold, but he eventually put the nightgown on you and laid you back down. Even through this illness, you were still a doll. His doll. You hated every second of it, but you knew there was nothing you could do.
Jungkook certainly was strange. You hypothesized this a while ago considering that he stole you but after today, you officially concluded it.
He sat on the floor besides your bed, saying he was going to stay with you until you feel better. So when he left to his room you thought he was going to bring something to keep him busy.
Never would you have thought that at least five minutes later, he would be playing with children's toys. Trucks, cars, soldiers, and stuffed animals were all scattered on the ground.
"'Officer Namjoon reporting for duty!'" Jungkook forged a deeper voice than usual with his toy soldier in hand.
"'Officer Namjoon, there are bad things happening in the Carnival, you have to go save them!'" a damsel wearing a maid's outfit pleaded with a squeaky voice.
"'Don't worry, I'll save them!'" the toy soldier basically hopped all the way to the small circus toy tent. Jungkook pushed the toy soldier inside and frowned, "What's this? A baby?" his eyebrows shot up.
Out of the tent came "Namjoon" and a porcelain baby. Jungkook started to make fake crying noises.
"'Do not fear, little one, I will protect you!'" he ran through the crowd of barrel monkeys in which he kicked, punched, and knocked down all of them. The toy made it out with the baby.
"'It's okay, baby, you don't need to cry. Even though everyone you love is...—'" Jungkook stopped suddenly. You looked up from the scene to see his eyes brim with tears. "'...E-everyone you love is...'"
He swallowed hard before shaking his head. "'I will find you a new home and you will be happy! And you will find your own princess like they do in the movies, so you won't be lonely anymore!'"
Namjoon and the baby pranced away,
"The end." he smiled bitterly, staring at the soldier and the baby until his smile faded.
Silence.
You were at loss for words. His head was hanging down for a moment before standing up and racing out the door, obvious tears in his eyes. Your eyes went down to the toys he left behind.
Who was Namjoon?
Who was the baby?
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