• Intro



    A reflective hazel iris was seen behind a lacey white curtain on the third floor of an out of place castle on the outskirts of a large city. Pale white blonde hair was in a cloud of soft satin around a porcelain white face with red rosy cheeks and pink full lips, gleaming with gloss as she continued to hold the curtain away from the window and watched the fancy car join their muddy driveway, the silver trim and glossy grey bottom was caked in a brown mess decorated by twigs and pebbles, her breath caught in her throat as he stepped out, could this be the one?
    Her face, a mask of emotionless steel watched him as he walked through the mud, a disgusted look on his face as he made his way through it, then stood on the stone doorstep, and finally rang the bell after cleaning his shoes on the doormat and brushing the dirt off his light brown suit’s shoulders.
    Her breath was released in a harsh hiss as she listened to the rare chiming noise of their doorbell, she removed her slender fingers from the lace and let it fall back into place she turned around, the black polished heels clicked loudly on the oak floor. She heard three other clicking heels around the home going downstairs to meet this man, wearing something beautiful, each face painted up for an everlasting look that only changed when painted over, hair was put up in styles of innocence or maybe a playful tease, hers of course was done into both. Her blonde hair was tickling the tops of her boosted small cupped breasts, two black ribbons were placed in the silken strands, holding to small loose pigtails as the rest fell along her breasts and back.
    She had finally made her way down the stairs, the three other girls turned toward her, all smiled softly wearing the small frilly gowns reminding her of old French maid dresses only in different colors and somewhat different styles, hers was a light pink low cut dress in a gothic tutu style, with the black stockings, hooked to her underwear, white and black frills lay around the dress. The three other girls wore a slightly different version of the same dress in grey, white, and light blue.
    “Are these your best?” he asked with a raised brow, staring at each of us coldly.
    Our father nodded, “Yes of course…” he murmured
    “Well…I guess one of these will have to….” His words were cut short when the young hazel eyed blonde joined them, hands behind her back, “I want her.” He said pointing a finger at her with a slight smile.
    “Oh this is Elle, very good choice.” He said walking over to her and grabbing her arm and pulling him toward him.
    A black small leash was put around her neck along with a small black collar; her black beaded necklace was under it safely.
    They walked toward his car, her heeled shoes getting coated in mud, but she smiled knowing now that she was free, and now instead of having fragments of a doll’s body she was now real, the joints on her legs and arms faded into soft delicate fourteen year old skin. The breasts that were boosted upward in a never moving way now could when she walked or ran, but alas to test out reality was not to happen now, she was in his front seat and he joined her and rolled out of the driveway, smooth music played from the radio and the sound of the engine was nearly inaudible.
    “I am a king, you are now my queen.” He said, her eyes out the window now, but turned quickly to him when he spoke.
    A queen…Locked in modern day society as a young Lolita Doll, but I am a queen, A queen of what? She thought, curiosity swept over her and she spoke, finding out what her voice would sound like as a human, and asking a question about her being his queen, “And what do you rule?” she asked, her voice smooth and lush like honey.
    “The world, my Lolita.” He said with a buttered on smile, then turned toward the road and drove down it without another word.
    Elle had went back to staring out the window and at the scenery, being queen of the world was pushed to the back of her mind.