All Dolled Up

And when she awoke it was early morning and the man was gone. In the bathroom she marveled at the state of herself- she was nearly bruised head to toe and sore in more places than one. She got her things together and it was in the living room she found some sort of large cardboard box, and yet another note, with a small key placed upon it:

My Sweet Doll,

Your affection giving, sure

Your expression vacant, pure

When letting go is what you seek

Into the arms of one like me

Hesitate not with that key

Arriving home after a long day

Flick the lights on I may

See a sweet doll inside this box

For me to dress up and adore

And make love to til' she wakes up sore

Until that day comes, forever my soul

Will take with me all you gave, so giving

Your submissive grace, so beautiful

May just make this life worth living

-Joshua

Anne Marie left the key and the note there upon the counter. She left the box empty on the floor. She left onto the cold city streets. She went to the nearest pharmacy and picked up the morning after pill. She told herself she was crazy, her friends asked about the bruises. She told herself she was sick for having this kink, for wanting to feel both used and loved at the same time. He was sick for enjoying having her hair brushed like that, she was sick for taking pride in those bruises. And then not a week later she was back at his door, unlocked. Just beyond the door, upon the kitchen counter lay a new note.