my daddy got me bath bombs for christmas!!! i love when he gets me this kind of stuff, and i can't help imagining...
the water turns cloudy and pink as the bath bomb starts to dissolve. sugar and vanilla perfume the air, sweet and cloying, and my vision blurs. i'm so sleepy, all of a sudden... but i have stuff to do, i promised daddy i'd make his favorite food for dinner... i've been nervous about it, there's so so many steps to remember, and it hurts to stand for so long...
minute by minute, focusing gets harder. what was i going to do after my bath, again? my skin feels so soft and smooth now, and my muscles are relaxing almost too much... my limbs are heavy... my joints feel... strange... i don't recognize the soft click i feel when i try to move my fingers, but there's something right about it. did i always have ball joints? (at least they're pretty.)
as lovely as they are, though, moving these new joints slowly becomes impossible. i lie limp in the tub, eyes unfocused, chin tucked against my chest. i've never felt this still before... i can't even feel myself breathing...
i don't know how long it is before my daddy comes to fetch me. he smiles and makes a cooing noise as he kneels beside the tub, turning my head towards him. my eyes focus again. that's my daddy... i love my daddy... everything else is far away, but i know him. i'll always know him. he's my purpose.
he murmurs sweetly to me as he starts to brush my hair. such a pretty boy, my handsome little doll, my plaything. the last dregs of panic, tucked away somewhere deep in my chest, start to dissolve.
once my hair is nice and soft, daddy picks me up and towels me off, dresses me in something frilly and cute. he doesn't ask what i want to wear. all that matters is what he wants to see me wear. it all feels so... so right. he whispers a word i don't understand, kisses my forehead, and suddenly my limbs don't feel so heavy. i can move!
"go make dinner, little one," he orders, and off i go, ball joints clicking, no thoughts in my head except the desire to please my owner.












