Sitting pretty on a chair everyday as she controlled your each and every move with strings; one snap one flaw— you were a pile of rubbish to be sent away unto the middle of the endless stars.

Awaking one day, you found your damaged doll body in the arms of a man.

“You're awake, doll.” Blade would say without a smidgen of emotion as he held you close.

“I found you in a trash pod. What were you doing in there?” he'd say with carelessness.