Porcelain doll

My heart warmed at his statement but the smile disappeared when he pulled me by my hair.

"Come," he said.

I followed the sound of his voice, his tone calling out to me like a siren. I walked towards him slowly as he stretched a hand out toward me.

I got to him, standing in front of him as he accessed me from head to toe. The price in his eyes seeing me covered in his jizz made my life tilt up in a smile.

"You look stunning, doll." He drawled.

I smiled, looking down shyly as he caressed my hair, tucking it behind my ears, and at that moment, I felt precious and delicate as he handled me.

He swung me suddenly, startling me as he pinned me in front of the glass, my heart lurched in my throat as I stared down at the lights and the people walking on the streets.

The light from across made me stand out like like a sore thumb, I shivered from the cold, the glass was cold.

"Relax," his voice came near my ear.

I shivered again but this time, it was from his voice.

I relaxed against the glass,