A Gift Doll - Chimeras
~Special Chapter~
Gift - Day 1 @beatingthebabesbirthdaybash
CW: Pet whump, lady whumper, lady whumpee, doll whumpee, lady whump, referenced abuse, referenced captivery, referenced violence, unreliable narrator, whumper pov.
Lavenza had always been a naughty girl—the kind of child who deserved coal in her stocking for Christmas.
Yet as the youngest daughter of a wealthy family, she grew up with every whim of hers indulged, from the moment she rose in the morning until she returned to bed at dusk. That meant she could have any toy she desired, and the holidays were the perfect season for wishes to be granted.
Dolls were her favorites. The most expensive ones were displayed on shelves that covered much of her bedroom walls, dressed in exquisite gowns inspired by famous fashion houses, sewn from fabrics more luxurious than anything most people would ever wear—or even touch—in their lifetimes.
Sometimes her older brother, Graus, would steal them when she wasn’t looking, tearing out their hair or ripping off their arms, then abandoning the mutilated remains somewhere in the house to hide the trail of his crimes. Sooner or later, the servants always found them. When that happened, Lavenza was quick to retaliate, destroying Graus’s own favorite toys—burning his plastic soldiers in the stove, puncturing his soccer balls with needles until they deflated—turning the siblings childhood into a constant war of cruel games.
But in the end, none of it truly mattered. If a doll broke or a soldier toy went missing, another would appear the following year, neatly tucked inside a birthday or Christmas gift box, ready to replace the previous one.
As Lavenza grew into adulthood, her love for dolls and beautiful things grew with her. The difference was that plastic and porcelain dolls now bored her terribly, and she began to long for something far more wonderful. She wanted something more extraordinary.
And then, one day, she saw it.
The most exotic and singular doll in the world.
Her skin was pale as porcelain, studded with tiny scales that shimmered like gemstones, shifting from pearlescent white to green depending on the light. Her eyes were yellow, like twin topazes. Her hair fell in a cascade of ebony. Her body was small and slender, delicate as a fine paintbrush.
She was perfect.
So Lavenza decided to give her to herself.
“You’ve always been capricious,” Graus told her. “But I never thought you’d be interested in in this kind of product.”
“You and Mother have your own,” she replied. “Why shouldn’t I have one too?”
“Mother offered you one years ago. You refused.”
“It was old and ugly. Besides, some things are worth more when you buy them yourself—things no one else can give you. And this…” She smiled. “This is my gift to myself.”
The cost meant nothing to her. Every cent was worth it. And once the transaction was complete, she took the doll home.
She surrounded her with beautiful things, painted her face, brushed her hair, dressed her as she pleased, always trying to accentuate her strange, otherworldly beauty and showed her off to friends and family the way she once had with her favorite dolls as a child.
Look at my beautiful doll. She belongs only to me.
Of all the gifts fate had ever placed in her path, this was the greatest.
Lavenza adored her doll.
Still, no matter how carefully she treated her, the doll sometimes still misbehaved: She resisted, wasn’t cooperative, she disobeyed and acted in ways Lavenza found ugly or feral, like a wild animal that refused to be tamed.
This doll was invaluable, irreplaceable. One of a kind. She couldn’t simply discard her and buy another the way she had as a child. No, she would never part with her beloved doll, not with the one she played with every day, the doll she could make cry, the doll whose heartbeat she could feel beneath her hand.
So she punished her.
She restrained her arms and legs and locked her inside a small box until she learned her lesson. Wasn’t she a generous owner? Sometimes, Lavenza admitted, her emotions got the better of her—there were blows, hair pulled, electric collars and freezing rooms—but she never did anything that might permanently damage her precious doll long term. After all, the doll needed to last until she lost her beauty, and that day was still far off.
Then one day, the doll escaped.
She fled from her owner, disappearing into the turbulent waters.
Lavenza was inconsolable. She screamed. She stomped. She lashed out at anyone who came near, throwing a spectacular tantrum.
Life without her beloved doll was meaningless. And this time, there was no way to buy her back, because she was unique. Her other toys no longer brought her comfort, and she discarded them without hesitation, pouring all her time and resources into reclaiming what was hers.
And then, another night, the doll returned.
Her gaze was no longer dull and obedient, like glass marbles. Now it was sharp. Dangerous. The eyes of a furious animal.
The doll did not want to come back home.
Lavenza tried to force her. She reminded her of her place—inside boxes, upon shelves, beneath artificial lights and spotlights, beside her feet or resting obediently in her lap. By her side.
But the doll rebelled, slipping from her grasp. Her thin pink lips—meant to remain forever closed, as if painted onto her face—parted, and she bit her, before vanishing into the night.
Lavenza collapsed onto the floor, writhing amid her tears, her blood, and the folds of her expensive clothing.
Alone.
Betrayed.
Lavenza had always been a wicked woman—the kind who, if doomed to burn, would throw her dolls into the fire first rather than face the flames herself alone.
The poison was destroying her slowly, painfully. But she would not die before giving herself one final gift, before granting one last desire.
And she already knew exactly what she wanted.
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