Ted's Dolls 52: Emily 9

Ted's Dolls was meant to be an anthology series of doll transformations. But the continuity has become very important. Please read them in the suggested order as found in this gallery on deviantArt or as listed on my Patreon.

Emily has been through a lot. Far more than can be described here. She’s been around since the first story.

The delivery man was escorted by security to the personal reception area of Stockton Perry. Perry’s receptionist, Silvia was on the phone when they arrived. The package the man held had air holes in it.

“Can I help you?” She said when the phone call ended.

“I need someone to sign for this package. I’m told it needs to be opened right away as it’s a plant of some kind. This gentleman was kind enough to help me find the office.”

“We didn’t order a plant.”

“I have the paperwork here. My office called a day ago to ensure someone would be here to receive the plant and place it in a window by end of day. My office was told the delivery would be accommodated for. Check your appointments.”

“I make all the appointments here. I don’t have to… There it is. Plant delivery, 11 am. You’re early.”

“Of course. Now, can you sign for this? I can help you open it as I doubt you have any box cutters here.”

“Sure. Give me the tablet. You can put it… It says it’s to be placed in Mr. Perry’s office by the window. I’ll get the door in a moment.”

When she finished signing the tablet, the delivery man was now holding a potted plant three to four feet tall, she and the security officer examined the plant. The pot looked expensive. The plant itself was in the orchid family. She would take a picture of it later and ask a friend about it. She thought some of the pedals being mostly a solid blue and others having almost a fractal pattern of purples, pinks and white was rather distinctive.

“Miltonia Orchid.”

“Is that the kind of plant?”

“Yeah, but the colors are even unusual for that species of orchid.”

She ran a wand across the plant and detected no metals of any kind in the plant or soil. “Follow me.”

She went to the double doors into Mr. Perry’s office and unlocked one. “This way.”

The room was dark until she turned the lights on. “Mr. Perry isn’t here?”

“No.”

“Disappointing. I thought I might get to meet him. Oh, well.”

“Sorry. I could give you a company hat if you like?”

“I won’t say no to free stuff.”

“Put it down over there by the window, I guess.”

“That’s a fine spot. Does it get sun in the afternoon?”

“I can’t say I’ve paid a lot of attention to the movement of the sun in the room. But, that is a south facing window so it’s probably the best you’ll get in here.”

“I hope so.”

“If that will be all, I need to get back to work.”

“You’re busy even when the boss isn’t around?”

“I may be here, but I’m still assisting him while he’s in London.”

“Oh, of course. The hat?”

“The hat. One sec.”

She turned out the lights, closed the door, and locked the door to the office again. The sounds of their conversation did not penetrate into the office. In the silence, the plant shifted slightly, leaning toward the brightness and warmth of the sun.

*****

Dr. Morova waited for Emily to arrive for her Friday appointment. It would have appeared to an observer that she was merely staring out the window she realized after a few moments. She felt this appointment was important since Spring break was the following week and Emily had said she wouldn’t be in town to come to any appointments. When she was over half an hour late, she sent a text to Ted. «Is Emily okay?»

Ted: «I suppose. Although, I didn’t see her yesterday or today. I’ll ask around.»

In the evening, Ted sent another text. «Can’t find her. Should I be worried?»

Heddy: «She didn’t come to her appointment today.»

Ted: «I’ll widen my search.»

*****

The office door opened on Tuesday of the following week. Silvia entered and turned the lights on. She looked at the plant and wondered if it needed watering. No one had told her to do so. She had other concerns. She was expecting Mr. Perry to arrive in an hour so she had to get the office ready. She disappeared through the door to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later she led a naked woman, whose arms were bound behind her, to the desk.

Neither of them spoke as the naked woman knelt down on the flat rolling device, probably meant for use by a car mechanic, and Silvia locked her ankles to the roller. She was then slid under the desk where she would wait for Mr. Perry.

Silvia walked around the desk and stopped to take a deep breath. She was sure this would land her in hell. That caused her no stress though as she already thought she was in hell. Her only consolation was the creepy Mr. M hadn’t been around for almost two months.

She left the room.

Shortly, Mr. Perry entered. “I’m expecting a call at ten. Until then, I’m not to be disturbed.” He sat down at his desk. He looked the woman kneeling there and gave Silvia a thumbs up sign.

“Yes, Mr. Perry,” Silvia said. Trying to ignore his approval of his fuck toy. She closed the door behind her.

“You’re a new one. Let’s see how you handle me.”

He was undoing his pants when his body locked in place. He tried to call for help but no sound came out of his mouth.

The woman under the desk had no idea what was happening. She also couldn’t move. As time passed the two figures shrank in size until they were about six inches tall and made of plastic, turned into dolls. The plant by the window transformed into a woman. She picked up the two figures and returned to the window. Minutes later, the plant was back where it had been, two small dolls buried deep in its soil.

Silvia entered the office after ten when she had a phone call waiting and Mr. Perry was not responding to her pages. With both him and the woman missing, she checked the bathroom. She checked the room beyond the bathroom where the fuck toys were stored. She checked the small apartment Mr. Perry sometimes used when he didn’t feel like going to his homes.

Security arrived as she returned to the office. “I just checked the back suites. He isn’t there.”

“We registered his entry to the building at nine twenty-seven. He hasn’t left.”

“Well, he’s not here. Lock the building down and search every square inch. His cell phone is still on his desk.”

She opened one of the desk drawers and none of the four special phones he owned were missing either.

They left the office. The soundproofing meant the potted plant could not hear what happened outside the office. It didn’t care. The sun felt good on its leaves. It waited.

*****

Days later, the plant turned into a man. A man dressed like the security officer from several days ago. He went into the bathroom and found the entrance to Mr. Perry’s private quarters. He searched around not sure what he was looking for. In the opposite direction of the quarters was another door. What he found in there shocked him, though he wasn’t sure why. Ten dog crates designed for very large dogs were stacked two crates high and five across along a wall. Six of the crates contained women with dazed expressions just lazing in the crates. None of them acknowledged his presence.

We’re these women like the woman he had found under the desk? He wondered.

He turned them into dolls and put them in his pockets with the other two dolls. He returned to the private suite. It had a veranda. He put all the dolls in a small satchel he’d found in the bathroom. On the veranda, he turned into a small dragon and flew away, the satchel swinging from her feet in the breeze.

Dragon didn’t feel tired after all the transformations. It guessed it had been really starved the last time it had flown along this mountain road. Soon, it arrived at the national park. It flew in and found the tomb it had once been the occupant of. The slab was still off the top of it and the interior of the tomb was damp. It’s too bad, she thought. Whatever gets put in there will probably mildew soon.

She put the satchel on the slab and returned to her human form. She took the only male doll from the satchel and dropped it into the tomb. The figure started growing in size until it was a doll with human proportions but no limbs. The head came to life. “Where?” he said.

“Good morning, Stockton. Remember me?”

“Emily?” He voiced passed through shock then fear. It settled on a gregarious pleasantry. “Emily, how have you been?”

“Shut it. Where’s Jane?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“I don’t know. I will still bury you here whether you tell me or not. I suppose the question is if I’ll tell anyone where you are.”

“You won’t tell anyone. You may as well kill me.”

“Is that your choice? Death?”

“That’s what you’re going to do to me, isn’t it?”

She laughed mirthlessly. “You aren’t going to die. Why should I kill you when I can let you live? Here. In this box. Made of non-biodegradable plastic, you should last thousands and thousands of years. Alone. In the silence. In the darkness. Abandoned. Forgotten.”

“Aren’t you an evil shit?”

“You would know all about that. There is a bright side. You’ll outlive me. Congratulations on being able to get the last laugh and all that.”

“You’re bluffing. I can give you more money that you can conceive and you’re going to do this.”

“Yep. Money can’t buy squat when you’re a plastic doll in a box. Your board of directors will declare you’ve abandoned your job and appoint a new CEO. How does your will look? Do you have one? Whoever’s in it will be make bank on your death.”

“Surly we can make a deal.”

“Okay let’s make a deal. What do I get?”

“Anything you want?”

“I want my friend back.”

“Done. I’ll pay all your college costs. I’ll donate money in your name. What do you want?”

“Okay. All that and you promise to divest everything you own to charitable companies of my choice until you are penny-less. Deal?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“I guess not.”

“Deal.”

She reached her hand out. “I knew you were lying. You won’t shake my hand? No deal.”

“You took my arms away.”

“Not my problem. Looks like I have to go back to plan A since you are a lying asshole I wouldn’t trust to fulfill any deal we discussed here. Anything else to say?”

“Be reasonable.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no.” The ‘no’s were peppered with laughter, disconcerting laughter. “You aren’t allowed to drive me insane and then ask me to be reasonable. Fuck that. You made this bed. You get to lie in it.” She stepped away, her laughter still ringing in his ears.

“Stockton,” a voice in his head that sounded familiar spoke. “Morova here. I warned you she would do worse than death to you. I may never find out I was right. But you’ll always know I was. Have a nice life.”

“He was in my head,” he tried to say. His doll form no longer had the ability to speak.

Stone scraped against stone as Gorilla pushed the slab back into place atop the tomb. Stockton could only watch as the interior became darker and darker. When the scraping of stone on stone ceased, there was no light.

The sound of laughter seemed distant though he knew it was nearby. “I’m dancing on your grave, Mr. Perry. Oh, my mistake. You won’t die. So, this isn’t a grave. It’s a new home. You really shouldn’t spend you’re money on new homes. Although, the view here is nice. Too bad you can’t enjoy it.” More laughter followed and then silence. Silence filled his ears. And he could do nothing to make the silence go away.

*****

“Sir, we were contacted again.”

“Same MO?”

“Yes. A man got in a taxi on a random street. He arrived at the building where he delivered a package by hand to reception. They tried to delay him but he wouldn’t wait. He left the package and got into a different taxi from a different company and was taken to another random location where he disappeared off all the security cameras in the area. The man is a ghost.”

“What are the demands?”

“Same as before, find the mannequin of Jane Panabaker posed curled up in the fetal position purchased on December 23rd by Mr. Perry. Have it delivered to The Bluebelle Boutique near the university, RCU. We still don’t have a record of this mannequin being entered into inventory. But, a sales receipt for the mannequin was found confirming the date.”

“One of Mr. Perry’s personal projects?”

“We assume so.”

“The kidnapper…”

“Presumed kidnapper.”

“They think they have leverage. But couldn’t we just let them keep Mr. Perry. He caused the company a lot of trouble.”

“That’s above my pay grade.”

“Mine, too. Looks like we’re spending another three weeks trying to find a mannequin.”

*****

In the afternoon, a few days after Spring Break had ended, Heddy’s next patient, Emily walked into her office. She was carrying an expensive looking satchel. “I have some potential new patients for you to meet.”