"I think the light pink would suit you perfectly. Or would you prefer blue?" Caramina hummed thoughtfully, fingers ghosting over the various different outfits she had in the workshop closet. She inspected each one thoroughly, wanting you to be nothing short of perfect. Her dolls were known for having no imperfections, after all.

From the moment she was old enough to know what she wanted, Caramina knew that all she desired was a quiet life. She wasn't particularly fond of socializing, and would often spend her time inside, making rag dolls and sewing her broken ones. She loved how beautiful all of her dolls were and the effort that went into creating them...but no matter what, she always found at least one thing wrong with them. Most of the time they were things that most wouldn't notice. One end of the hair was slightly shorter than the other, the rag dolls felt deflated, and so on and so forth.

So, she decided to create her own line of dolls, selling them for the locals in her little hometown. Still, she wasn't satisfied. Although her dolls were perfect, she wanted something more. Something that was truly the epitome of perfection. And who better than the baker down the street who she's been charmed by since their first meeting? You were exactly what she wanted. Kind, sweet, good-looking. Everything that a doll should be.

You should have known something was amiss when the normally isolated Caramina offered to walk you home last night while having her usual late night treat. Normally she'd only greet you with a nod, sitting in the corner as she ate her pastry of choice, fingers fiddling away with yarn and string, glancing over at you multiple times throughout the night. However, you simply brushed her invitation off as her becoming more comfortable with you.

The last thing you remember was your head hitting the concrete as she muttered curses under her breath. "I'm sorry for having you strapped down, by the way. I can't afford having you squirm and ruining the process." She said.