-eng- Female Doll - Xa -rj01288937- 【Extended ◎】

The crate arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with wax and stamped . No return address. Just a serial number that felt more like a curse than a catalog entry.

You turned the key.

By the third day, he was sleeping on the floor beside her crate. By the fifth, he had stopped going upstairs. His phone buzzed with missed calls. His plants wilted. His reflection in the bathroom mirror looked thinner, grayer, hollow-cheeked. -ENG- Female Doll - XA -RJ01288937-

She tilted her head. That golden gaze didn't waver.

He turned the key. Three clicks. Her eyelids fluttered. Then opened. The crate arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with wax and stamped

She was beautiful in the way a razor blade is beautiful—perfectly still, perfectly sharp. Porcelain skin, jointed at the wrists and ankles like a marionette cut from its strings. Her eyes were closed, dark lashes resting on high cheekbones. A small brass key protruded from her spine, just between her shoulder blades.

Obedient.

"Stay," he said.