I run my hands over her back. It felt like a rough fabric. Multiple that has been stitched together. Her back had scars. A lot of scars. She winces.

"Does it hurt?" I ask.

"No... I'm just used to being hurt." She says,

"The doll always gets a beating." I say. 

"...Yes." She nods.

She looks beautiful. Nendo brought me this gift. I should say thank you, but they're dead to me just like they've always been. It's the way it should be.

"Can I ask  you something?" She asks.

"Of course, little doll." I move my hand up her neck.

"Nendo mentioned his best buddy had pick hair." She asks.

It strains me. I let out a breath. I look down. 

"You must know a lot from that idiot." I say.

She nods.

"But how do you know it's true?" I ask.

She lies down on the bed. She moves her hand up my chest. 

"I suppose you can fill in the blanks." She smiles.

I watch as she pulls off her other clothing. I lick my lips.

"Are you sure?" I move one of my lower hands up her leg.

"Yes. Oh yes." She smiles.