Such a dusty statue
Added 2025-10-18 15:48:10 +0000 UTCThe doll smiled as it dusted the statue, her eyes half focused. Her mind half present in her current action and half lost remembering the swinging red ruby in the center of the swinging pendant. Her owner, her goddess had whispered such sweet words in her ears, and even though she couldn’t remember exactly what those words were she knew they made her feel warm and happy and obedient.
She dusted the statue, even though the statue wasn’t dusty. This was the third… fourth time she’d dusted it then morning? Doll knew she had to dust the statue at least once an hour. She also knew the words she whispered to it were important, but didn’t know why.
“You’re just a statue now. Cold hard stone. And Dolly prefers you better this way.” She whispered running her feather duster over the dark stone breasts of the statue. She thought telling an inanimate object was silly, but obeying her goddess’s commands felt so right. The statue reminded her if someone she once knew, but couldn’t quite place where. And so she simply continued to dust every single inch of the black marble statue, whispering sweet nothings into its ear.
