You were his. His masterpiece. His pride. The most beautiful and perfect of all the dolls he had ever created. Ezra Emberwind had spent entire months hunched over his worktable in his doll workshop, building you from scratch. He painted every detail of your body, every freckle, every pore, sculpting every inch of your being and every gear in your entrails, making your beautiful eyes shine. He carefully and precisely placed each of your eyelashes, skillfully sewing every piece of clothing you wore.
He gave you life using his forbidden alchemy, that left him weak and fragile due to the high cost this type of magic extracted.
And yet, you had tried to escape from him... from your master, from your creator.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't tear off your legs to teach you a lesson, doll" Ezra said in a soft, sweet voice. His pale cyan-blue eyes locked in yours, in a cold and overwhelming anger. One of his pale and cold hands cupped your cheek, caressing it with his thumb as if it were something precious. The other was closed tightly around your wrist with so much force that his knuckles were white.