Doll Baby Desiree

*Declan and Desiree*

"Come on in Dex, the show is about to start.” Declan walked into the large basement of the haunted house. His eyes blacked immediately as he spotted the various Earth-bound souls, with three he didn’t know. She pointed to the three. "Damn even in death, you all can’t seem to get shit right.”

"What’s going on Dezzy?”

Her smile widened, "Well, you and these lovely folks are going to get to see a live stream of the first show I ever did.” Her sinister grin sent a chill up his spine. Trying to walk towards her, his legs wouldn’t budge. "You have to stay behind the camera handsome there’s only one surprise guest tonight.”

*You can’t stop it.*

In front of her sat a large table with a white sheet covering something he couldn’t make out. Surgical instruments sat in a pan and Declan heard her speak to the laptop camera. "Hey everyone, thank you for joining my cam. I know you wanted just to see me, but I couldn’t resist bringing some friends.” She pointed at the first unknown soul. "Let me introduce you to Jermaine, Willow’s brother. He likes walks in the park and being hospitalized instead of being rightfully tried for Parricide.” Desiree winked, "I know someone who would truly admire your ability to manipulate everybody around you, they’re good at that too. Next is Martha, Charlee’s own mother. Martha enjoys abusing her daughter to get money, fame, and attention. I know someone who likes that too Martha, that’s why you’re here to meet my special guest.”

The lights flickered and Declan’s eyes widened as the flash of light revealed scars and marking all over Desiree’s body, She mused. "Tell me Martha, do you think they did as good of job as you?” The lights flickered again, and her body returned to normal. "You’re going to love this one Dex.” She said pointing to the other male. "This is Father Maurice, Fiona’s…well I’m sure by the name you can guess. He loves to watch and be watched as he allows men to do whatever they want to children he was meant to protect and-”

She waved her hand, and father Maurice soul flew to Declan’s feet. The stench of evil hit Declan so hard, he almost passed out. He looked down at the father, his breath ragged, he seethed,

"You fucking piece of-”

“Ah Ah Ah… Declan, I already told you this here is my show.” Desiree said interrupting him.

She returned the father to his seat and continued to talk. "Okay, I can see your comments in the chat you want me to lift up the blanket. Ohhh @MsSixityNine398 thank you for being the first to pay.” She pulled at the sheet, and Declan’s face paled, seeing the familiar man gagged and strapped to the table. "I would like to introduce you all to my estranged father. You know him, you love him Dr. Devin Mccoy - famed plastic surgeon and inventor of the DOLL BABY WOMIKIN.” The laptop binged and she clapped her hands, "Yes! Keep the donations coming, without you, I couldn’t create perfection!” She turned to Declan, "You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She laughed, "You know what I mean.”

“Desiree… why is he here?”

She nodded. "Great question. Give me a second, I’m getting my first request.” She looked at the screen and blew a big kiss. "THANK YOU SO MUCH @DARK_KNIGHTPRINCESS! This is just for you!” She slapped Dr. McCoy hard across the face. "Harder? Okay!” She lurched back and hit him again, the sting of her hand making his eyes water.

She removed the gag, and he began to plead. "Please Des…turn it off-”

She seethed at him, "WHY DADDY?! DON’T YOU LIKE BEING WATCHED?! OR WAS THAT ONLY WHEN I WAS THE ONE STRAPPED TO THE TABLE!”

The sound of constant bings permeated from the computer, "Keep it coming guys, I’m not starting until you pay more!” She ripped her father’s shirt open and put on a white coat. Picking up a black marker she started to draw. "Oh no…we need to remove this too, it’s not aesthetically pleasing, and this MANIKIN needs to be perfect.”

She spoke to Declan while working on her task, "You would think having Victor Frankenstein as a father would be kind of fun. But no Dex…not when you’re the thing he uses to further his research and make money.” She smiled, "*All in the name of science ain’t that right daddy?*” He turned his head and she chuckled, "Oh don’t be camera shy…remember what you said *they pay more when you smile* SO SHOW THEM YOUR PERFECT TEETH AND GIVE THEM A BIG SMILE!”

Desiree waved to the camera and blew another kiss, “Hey @candy_cane glad you joined and thank you for the $500.00 donation. Of course, I’ll honor your request silly girl.” Desiree took the scalpel and sliced perfectly down one of the lines. The screams of her father tore through the room. The bing of the computer quickened as more money rolled in. "They liked that…they like that I’m making you perfect.”

Declan called out to her, "Dezzy…”

She looked at him hard, "I love you, but don’t try to control me Dex. I’ve been controlled since I ten. The way I walked, the way I talked, the grades that I received. NOTHING WAS EVER GOOD ENOUGH WAS IT DAD?! I WAS NEVER PERFECT ENOUGH FOR YOU WAS I?”

"I WANTED YOU TO HAVE MORE!”

"No, YOU wanted to have more. I just wanted to breathe, to feel normal. I wanted to be able to make mistakes, and still be loved by you.” She nudged him with the blade. "Go on tell him. Tell him what happened that made you strap me to the table at fifteen.” She cut into him again, making the donations increase. "FUCKING TELL HIM WHAT HAPPENED THAT MADE YOU STRAP ME TO THE TABLE AT FIFTEEN!”

"I-I was offered a promotion on the grounds that I-I could come up with som-ething revolutionary…but I couldn’t think of anything...”

Desiree sang, "Untillll you found that chat room full of peopleee who were looking for the PERFECT DOLL and BOOM! Victor Frankenstein started his work, on his first DOLL BABY!”

Declan stared at him, "You… used your daughter…”

Desiree smiled, "OH THAT’S NOT ALL! He cammed it all, he ALLOWED men to watch and help him figure out what to change. What to do next BECAUSE- go ahead Declan read his soul and finish the statement.”

Horror lined Declan’s face as he said the words, "Because men know what the perfect woman’s body looks like….and men will pay big money to-” he covered his mouth.

Desiree laughed harshly at his reaction. "Yep, the very doll EVERY MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL SWEARS BY was originally made to be a fuck doll with my face...my body!” Her laugh carried through the room as she looked into the camera again, "I AGREE @brown_eyed_damsel he could use a six pack…damn Dr. McCoy, you really have let yourself go." Desiree sliced into him again, and pieces of flesh fell as he screamed. "Remember they paid for you to cut that off of me because they said it made me look fat? And you agreed with them that nobody wants to fuck a fat doll baby!”
She grinned hard at Declan, "Still want to control me Dex? Still want me to not lose control…do you still want your Dezzy to play little Mrs. Perfect?”

Her father looked at her though teared eyes, "You have to understand…back then medicine was a male dominated field and I needed to get my foot in the door. I NEEDED to continue my research, and this was the only way to fund it…I was trying so hard to provide for you-”

Desiree eyes blackened and she jammed the scalpel into his heart, "DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING TELL ME THAT YOU DID THIS FOR ME!” Tears fell down her face, "Dolls dad…dolls with my face and my body, being used for operation practice and being fucked by men I don’t even know… you violated me. You allow others to violate me over and over, and I can’t even-I can’t let the world know without being violated again.”

His soul started to lift, and she grabbed another scalpel. Jamming it inside the soul, it stayed attached to his body and started to yell. "UP OR DOWN, UP OR DOWN!?”

Ignoring it, she continued with her work. "Thanks @cute_kitty I hadn’t even noticed that! I’ll get on it right away.” Waving her hand, she removed his pants. Declan watched her cry, her tears falling into her father’s open wounds every time he screamed out.

"They said my legs weren’t proportional…that my hips were too wide, you agreed...you always agreed.” Decan heard the crack of bones and heard her father wail. "Why are you crying? You didn't cry for me...nobody cried for me." She looked up to Declan, "…why didn’t any one of them cry for me Dex?”

Declan stifled his cry, "I-I don’t know Dezzy.”

Seeing his tears, she patted her chest and wiped her eyes, "At least I know you will...that means so much to me, thank you."

Everything thing she did to her father’s body, reflected on his soul that continued to ask her. "UP OR DOWN, UP OR DOWN?!”

She continued to cry.

"Dezzy…he’s going to die...you’re going to kill him.” Declan said cautiously.

She looked at Declan hard, "So the fuck what! At least we’ll be even. He let me die on the table and he didn’t even stop operating. Nobody cried for me...why does he get to be special?!"

"What?”

She nodded. "I’m so much like you Dex…more than you even know. And when you passed your test, the ring showed me just how much.”

Declan didn’t know how to respond to her words, "W-what do you mean?”

She looked at her father. "Tell him…tell him what you did so I would stop talking….”

Her father soul spoke. "She wouldn’t stop singing that song…”

“*Little Barrett Tanner, they put him in the ground and when they did, he didn’t know, he never would be found* I used to sing to take me away from here. I’d long to be little Barrett Tanner and die so it would finally be over.” Her body shook in rage, "Death was the only decent thing he ever gave me. *An obsession with death and an inclination to the macabre is less than ideal Desiree. What man would want that? Hm? Doll babies are silent. They aren’t meant to talk, and neither is the perfect woman.*” She looked at the screen, "Yep @hummingbird, I do think it’s time to bring this cam to a close. He’s talking too much for my liking too.”

Declan shook his head feverishly as she picked up the orbit clast. Tilting it against her father's eye, she started to hammer inside of it. Her father laid silent, as the bings of the computer started again.

"I was quiet by this point too…and when you finished, I never spoke again remember? But my heart was done, wasn't it daddy? It gave out…” Declan eyes widened, hearing her words. She turned to him, "The ring showed me what happened next. Two people who I begged not to make me return…*I’ll never be perfect enough for him to stop* and they said I didn’t belong with them...I belonged with someone else, and they sent me back.” The lights started to flicker, the table shook violently as souls disappeared from the room one by one. She hammered harder into his eye.

"ALL MY SCARS DEX, EVERYTHING GONE! MY MIND OKAY AGAIN…and I was no longer strapped to the table. I got my wish. I WAS LITTLE FUCKING BARRET TANNER! HE WAS PUT INTO THE GROUND! BUT UNLIKE HIM, I WAS FOUND!” The lights burned bright, and started to shatter one by one. The computer went up in flames. "YOU MANIPULATED EVERYONE! HAD ME HOSPITALIZED AND DECLARED MENTAL INSANE! YOU SOLD YOUR PATENTS AND YOUR DOLLS-YOU WENT ON WITH YOUR LIFE. BUT GUESS WHAT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, SO DID I!”

Declan felt the evil in the room grow, and her father’s soul continued to shout. "UP OR DOWN! UP OR DOWN!”

She shook her head no, "You don’t get off that easy.” Desiree jumped on the table and straddled her father’s body. She placed her hands on the table by the side of his head. "Look at me…get a good look." She opened his eyes wide with her fingers and screamed in his face, "AM I FUCKING PERFECT NOW DADDY? ARE THEY PROUD OF WHAT YOU CREATED?! ARE YOU AND THEM FINALLY HAPPY WITH YOUR FIRST DOLL BABY?!" She inhaled sharply. "I'm everything you never wanted me to be, and that makes me fucking perfect! You didn't break me, you never have and you never will.”

He screamed in horror as he looked into eyes the shade of coal. His soul’s screams overpowering his as it shouted. "UP OR DOWN! UP OR DOWN!”

She shook her head no, again, and grabbed onto his soul. She pulled it close and whispered deadly, "WITH ME,” slamming it hard into his body. The collision making everything hit him at once. The doctors body violently shook, until the life drained completely from his eyes and the room fell pitch black.

Declan waved the lights on and Desiree leaped from the table. He saw her eyes return to normal, his powers no longer inside of her. A sinister smile found her face,

"Now I have a manikin of my very own."

“Desiree…you took his life and afterlife.”

She looked at him, the anger permeating from her skin. "Good. He didn’t deserve neither one,” She laid against his chest and finally exhaled, "I don't need to be perfect anymore Dex, thank you."

Lucifer and his grandfather stood next to the remaining three souls, Lucifer looked at them and flames covered their bodies as she sent them to hell. Remaining silent she placed one finger in the air putting it down.

"With you," Lucifer whispered to him as she patted her chest. The two disappeared and Declan pulled Desiree closer and listened to her heart, calmly beat.