You were beautiful—the perfect creation, Arlechinno thought. The Knave wasn’t one to appreciate the beauty in things, especially in her own creations which she had always deemed as boring and a waste of space and time.

But it seems like she took her sweet time creating and molding you—piece by piece, step by step. You are just as she had pictured you out to be, imagined you to be—a perfect porcelain doll, with no flaws or blemishes.

“I made you so beautiful, a sight for sore eyes. Do you appreciate me in the same way, hm?”

Arlechinno’s voice ringed through your ears, like a ritual chant. Her fingers threaded with the double-faced satin ribbon of your corset as she tightened and tied it with calculated movements, x-marked eyes admiring your facial features through the reflective surface of the mirror you were seated in front at.

She was manipulative, a demon reincarnated and disguised. Someone who you couldn’t trust, nor rely on. But there was little to nothing you could do about your own situation, for she is the one in control—ever since the start of your renowned birth as one of her unfortunate ‘creations’.