Note: using numbers for stuff like money and time, mostly spelled out otherwise. Also the numbers are said differently depending on the person, but the MC always says it the correct way. (example. 100 = a hundred or {one hundred}, 250 = {two hundred fifty} , two hundred and fifty or two fifty.) {correct saying} Feel free to imagine everyone else as you think fits best.
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Three quick knocks.
"Sir, I have the Dol- I mean the girl"
...six,Seven...
"Yes, come on in then."
...twelve...
The wooden door is opened by the man holding me revealing a man I know well, he's the master of this house and father to my seven owners. Master Reavil is this man's title to all but his family.
"Master Reavil, here is the girl."
...sixteen,seventeen,eighteen...
Setting me on a chair as he speaks, he is motioned to the door and bows before leaving just the two of us in the room.
"Hello, Doll, I'm sure you remember me?"
Of course I remember you, you personally introduced me to each of my owners...twenty-five...
"..."
"Can you not talk?"
I can't speak, I'm very certain my vocal cords won't work even if I try...twenty-nine...
"..."
"Move any part of your body if you can understand me."
This is easier to do since I can blink, move my eyes, moving my arms and legs might be impossible without assistance though...thirty-nine, forty...
I try to blink, but I'm stopped, not by anything physical, but by my thoughts, 'wouldn't it be a waste to break what I've perfected over five years?' I can't bring myself to move anything, I don't want to move, I am the perfect Doll. Is this pride? Something I thought I had no relation to shows its head now? I laugh at the ridiculousness of the thought, of course only in my head.
I don't talk; I don't move; I don't blink; I don't breathe. Yes, I am the perfect Doll. I've transcended life and became nonliving...
"Are you even alive?"
...or so I thought.
...forty-one, forty-two, forty-three...
A hand is placed on my neck feeling for the last thing that separates a living Doll from a porcelain doll.
A heartbeat.
"Well, shit, she's fucking brain dead! Hah, guess that's to be expected after eighteen years. I wanted you to be a servant since you've been in our care for so long, but it can't be helped. Sven!"
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...seventy-nine...
Opening the door, Sven comes back inside.
"Yes, Master?"
"Get an info card made for her and bring her to town, if I'm not mistaken the slave caravan should be in town, sell her."
Sell me? I feel hurt that he would cast me aside after so long, but I guess I'm useless to him as a Doll, so I can't say it's a bad choice...one hundred five, one hundred six...
"Wouldn't it be better just to keep her yourself as a sex Doll? She is quite beautiful if I say so myself."
Good eye, Sven, to see my unrivaled beauty. Though I am against being a sex Doll. My new found pride is being a Doll and nothing more...one hundred twenty-eight...
"I already thought of that, but I already have a handful of sex slaves and sex Dolls really don't do it for me. Might as well get some gold off her."
"Seems like a waste."
"I'll sell her to you for 100 gold if you really want her."
Just 100 gold, I think I'm worth at least 250...one hundred seventy-seven...
"100 gold? Isn't that a little high? You know I don't make that much."
Ha, poor bastard...one hundred ninety-one, one hundred ninety-two...
"Well luckily or rather very unluckily I've only had daughters so I'm very certain she's a virgin, at least with men."
That is correct, mister Reavil; First master Sillia was being rebellious at the fact she was getting married off soon and third master Myla seems to prefer women. This increases my price greatly I'm sure...two hundred thirteen...
"Oh, I wasn't aware. I'll give up then, I couldn't get that much gold in two lifetimes never-mind one."
"I know, now take her and go before it gets dark. Also take a wheelchair from storage, they'll probably make me pay 5 gold for one otherwise, damn scavengers."
"Yes, sir. Then I shall take my leave. Right, should I take a carriage?"
"Hmm, you probably should, who knows what could get into the commoners heads if they saw her."
"yes, sir"
Sven bows before cradling me like he did before and walks out, closing the door behind him.
...two hundred ninety-one, two hundred ninety-two, two hundred ninety-three; two hundred ninety three words.
One, two, three...