Shawn wasn’t motivated to do anything today, yesterday he was filled with excitement to get videos done for his channel. Trying to get unique ideas that have had his and hopefully for his viewers’ actual interest was harder than you think.
Once he had gotten out of his bed and went to change into a comfy outfit, maybe into his pj’s, yes the day was starting but let this old man enjoy his free time, and get back to his lovely Dolly, he will find some joy with her, he was sure, he often thrills with excitement the time he had been spending his time with her.
When he finally has gotten near her cold presence, he has a smile on his face and moved to sit next to Mireya, feeling her hand creep up to his back and give his back a nice rub, it relaxed him down a bit.
“Thank ye, darlin, today has been rough, sorta.. I jus’ don’t feel too motivated today, thought I’ll check by and check on ya, it’s not like I don’t do that the whole time, heh..” Shawn mumbled the last part, it was noticeable the man was still pretty exhausted, by the way, he was talking but the way he was even dressed.
“Well, you worked very hard yesterday. Maybe you burned yourself out.” Mireya suggested, her hands working to relax his muscles and set pressure on them, to work out the knots that Shawn undoubtedly had along his back and shoulders. Her hands drifted to his arms, too, ever so briefly. She was far from as strong as she used to be, so it was difficult, but Mireya knew that Shawn lavished the attention and intimacy nonetheless.
“You’re probably a little ahead of schedule, so it’s not so bad if you take a small break. Maybe you could just stream yourself playing something fun and easy and use that. Or find some horror games to play and react to. It is almost Halloween.” She added, not that it really mattered to her either way, fingers trailing a walking pattern absently up his spine. “Whatever you come up with, I’m sure it’ll be good, anyway.”
[ x ] Pathetic [ ] Off no consequence [ ] Intriguing [ x ] Frightening [ x ] Unsettling [ ] Annoying [ ] Infuriating [ ] Pleasant company [ ] Comforting [ ] Unable to be lived without [ ] Trustworthy
A cheerful hum, thesound of a perfectly geared playlist and the warmth of the settingsun through Brighton home windows – the scene was idealistic andwonderfully domestic. For millions of people around the world, it wasjust as they might imagine Shawn McLaughlin to be; the scent offreshly brewed coffee filling the lounge of his home. He was theprecious bean, the icon of positivity after all, and he seemed to beradiating joy. Not everything was fake once the camera was off.
It was like the worldhad rewarded him, as if all of the pieces of his jagged puzzle lifehad somehow slotted into place. A week or so ago, Shawn might nothave thought so. In fact, he had thought the opposite as he hadstared his latest victim in the eye: blood raining from the edges ofhis surgical table, bits and pieces of slashed innards covering everysurface and piece of clothing he wore. Even with all of the damage,with the drugs and with the literal stuffing he'd shoved inside ofher.... She had kept breathing, kept suffering, hanging onto thethread of life even as she begged him to finish her. Shawn hadthought he'd finally lost it, that if he wasn't having a psychoticbreak then something from Hell itself was punishing him. Now, he feltlike all of his horrific endeavours had rewarded him.
Never again did he needto feel lonely, never again would he doubt his purpose in life or hisactions or self. No, this girl – Mireya – truly was the miracleshe was named for. Whether of light or dark, some kind of magic waskeeping his project alive. This beauty was some kind of divine, aneternal doll for Shawn to cherish, and it was like he truly feltalive for the first time. He understood why people had pets now, whythey endured shitty relationships – having something, someone tolove was the best thing in the world.
Did he know what lovewas?
His humming continuedas the curtains were drawn to the outside world, Shawn's houseperfectly secured before he went down the basement stairs. Openingthe door to his little lab of horror, Shawn crossed the thresholdinto another dismal room. It was relatively clean but sparselydecorated, and on a mattress on the floor was his favoured treasure:a slender woman, almost as pale as the dead, messy hair a vibrantyellow and glazed over eyes a chocolate brown. She looked distant alot these days, even as her gaze shifted to rest upon him. A lot ofdrugs and a shattering of reality did that to a person.
“Good evenin',darlin'. Fancy seein’ you here?” Shawn's voice was chipper as hecrouched down, reaching to pull the living doll into his arms with abit of effort. She didn't weigh much, it was just awkward, even whenshe lacked the energy to squirm. He scooped her up, nothing butfondness in his expression, even as Mireya's brain began to work. Shewas afraid, but that was alright. He had always revelled in fear.Mireya didn't answer him, but the quiet was reassuring, the gamercarrying on the conversation alone. “Here we go. I was out today,and I saw some things that made me think of you! So, I thought, wecould have quite the night together. Playtime and presents, how aboutthat?” He glanced down at Mireya, and his smile might have madeanyone else's heart melt. For the poor thing in his arms, it incitednothing but dread.
With noone else alivein his little shop of horrors, Shawn shut the door to but didn'tproperly close it, taking Mireya to the bathroom first. It was a bitof a chore, but she was worth taking care of, There was a subtleintimacy, too, of coursing his hands through lathered hair andsplashing the scented water over her skin, She would smell lovelyafterwards, and that was perfect for this, putting Mireya in someelegant white lingerie he'd picked up at one of the pretty labelstores. Unlike most men, Shawn didn't feel embarrassed or uneasysurrounded by all the delicates. Besides, if he didn't act like acreep and expressed joy over buying presents the love of his lifewould appreciate, the store clerks would be impressed, wouldn't they?They seemed to be.
Back downstairs theywent, and he set Mireya on the soft living room carpet, having Alexago through more chill music to set the mood. From the fridge he tookout a bright plastic Disney bottle he'd gotten for Mireya, setting itcarefully in her hands so she could sip from the straw. Her strengthdeviated from hour to hour and day to day, and he quite franklywasn't going to risk her smashing a glass on him or anywhere else.
“So, those clothes ofyours were getting pretty nasty, and they didn't live up to yourstandards, in my opinion.” Shawn began. He was surrounded by bagsfrom different shops, a lot of brands that the American girl had onlyperused briefly during her short amount of freedom in the seasidetown. Ironically, Mireya'd never had much income, and so herstandards for a lot of things and care for fashion weren't too high.“So I thought, I'd spoil you and we could do a bit of dress up. Wecould even put on some Youtube tutorials, and I'll try and do yourhair and make up! What d'you think?”“... Uh. Sure.” Mireyasaid timidly, lips releasing the straw. Just the smallest, positivepeep from her had Shawn beaming from ear to ear. For a psychoticcannibal, he looked like innocent sunshine a lot of the time. It wasunnerving when one knew Shawn's true nature.“Perfect! How aboutwe start with...” The bags crinkled as he rifled through, stoppingwhen he pulled an expensive and airy sundress to show off. It wasblue and decorated with cream and bronze florals. “This one! It'seven blue, which I know is your favourite of colour. And I even founda cardigan for when it gets cold in yer room!”“Oh. It'spretty. I like it.” Mireya replied, and she did mean it, even ifshe wasn't as spirited. If she was going to endure this mess, shemight as well play along. Keeping Shawn content tended to make herlife easier, too, even if getting under his skin was sometimes worththe consequences that followed.“Great! Let's help you in.” Heset the cup aside and hoisted Mireya onto the sofa. It was a biteasier when she was willing to cooperate, moving her arms through theholes and such. Shawn zipped up the back, and Mireya strained to moveso she was sat up. Her whole body felt like jelly... Or like it wasmade of wool. That'd be closer to the truth now. “You lookstunnin', princess! Just like I thought you would! I even got...”He crouched down, fishing out some accessories for his toy: abronze-ish bracelet and necklace set, and a little white bow hairbandto pop on top.
“Breathtaking. See?Isn't this fun? Aren't we havin’ a boatload of fun?!” Shawn laughed out loud,showing all his teeth in a big smile. The doll smiled amicably as sheagreed, and he took her head in both cheeks to place an adoring kisson her forehead. “I've got an idea! You wait here and I'll be backin two shakes of a lamb's tail!” The captor rushed from the room,excited enough he might burst. Wouldn't that be a miracle of its own?
Shawn didn't see thefacade fall, didn't see the joy fade from his treasure's eyes in hisabsence. Brown eyes darted around the room. If only she could move,but even these little things exhausted the marionette, unable tobreak from her strings or this nightmare. The door wasn't far. Ifonly, if only--!!
“Honey, I'm back!”Shawn announced, returning with a professional camera. Mireya smiledat him dreamily. God, she was tired. He couldn't risk having picturesof Mireya on the phone that he used day to day, but this he didn'teven connect to the internet. “How about we have ourselves a littlephotoshoot? You're a perfect model! Here,” He moved over tomanipulate her, satisfied only when she was centered just right onthe sofa, the skirt of the dress smoothed out, feet pointed eitherside and an equal width apart with her legs together. Arms in herlap, arms at her sides, head set up and tilted; a multitude ofexpressions and outfits. Make up and no make up, poses galore. Shawnwas carried away in his little fantasy land, chattering away with theminimal responses and acknowledgements. They were enough though, thesmallest thing feeding his ego and love for her, reassuring him thatall the struggles and slogs of the upkeep were worth it. By the timethey were done, Mireya was utterly wiped out. Shawn made sure toremove all of the make-up, not wanting her face to break out and riskmarring his flawless canvas, and finished the dress-up game with alittle nightwear romper he'd purchased: black with cute patterns andbows on the straps.
“There. Damn, it'sgotten late!” Shawn noticed with a chuckle. His smart watch read tobe past midnight. “Let's watch some TV to wind down and then headto bed for the night. What do you think?”“Sounds good to me.”It didn't..“Alright.” He put the bags out of sight of anywindows and doors for now, figuring he could tidy up proper in themorning. Shawn would need to get some furniture for dolly's room sohe had somewhere to store all of her new clothes and the toys andornaments he was amassing for her. It was very much like that housegame, building his project and her environment from scratch, andShawn found it therapeutic and something he took pride in. Shawn puta glass of beer on a coaster, out of range incase a sudden rebelliousturn had it kicked over, and set Mireya on his lap with the big TVplaying one of the many shows he needed to catch up on. Video gaming,killing and caretaking took up a lot of his time. In no time at all,Mireya had fallen asleep against his chest. Brushing blonde bangsback with careful fingers, Shawn kissed her cheek, admiring histreasure for a few soft moments before looking back to the horrorshow in front of him.
This would lastforever, he would make fucking sure of it.
Mireya’s company has absolutely driven Shawn to the point of delusion, given that his loneliness was heavier than he had realised. His doll is now probably his greatest treasure and ‘friend’, and although he does occasionally enjoy the challenge of overpowering her when Mireya’s recovered enough to rebel, he sometimes takes it very personal and feels hurt by it. At this point he feels no other creation could compare, and although he enjoys the process of making other dolls and ornaments, he doesn’t even like the idea of sharing his favourite toy with other living ones. When out and about he sometimes finds presents - food, clothes, other knick knacks - that he spoils her with and on particularly rough days Shawn might even snuggle with her for the night.
If they were separated for long, it’d be like opening the gates of Hell.
“Don’t squirm so much, you’re going to hurt yourself and piss me off.” ;; tearedflesh, lol
kidnapped meme / accepting / @tearedflesh
The warning had her shaking even more. She should have stopped squirming; she really should have stopped but she couldn’t. She was terrified and on the urge of having a panic attack. It had to happen; she just couldn’t breathe normally. Maria tried her best to stop her squirming away from him. The blood from an impact hit to her head was bleeding and she was feeling slightly light headed.
God, she had to get away.
“Please!” She managed to get out, although her breathing was highly unstable, “J-Just... Please don’t touch me... Don’t even come near me,” She begged. She was terrified.
“W-What do you want... from me?” She didn’t want to even know the answer, “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone,”
