The story of a doll

Kim had always been the very definition of an unfortunate girl. In the hallways of her school, her entire existence was reduced to being the constant target of abuse, inhuman bullying, and a suffocating harassment that seemed to have no end. To make matters worse, her home environment offered no sanctuary whatsoever: her parents were absent shadows, adults so consumed by their own troubles that they failed to notice the daily hell their daughter was enduring.

But, when the sheer weight of despair finally backed her into a corner, driving her to consider suicide as the only logical way out, an absurd event took place...

"Hey you, take this!"

A mysterious man materialized out of nowhere in the middle of her hopeless walk.

"Eh...?!"

Without giving her a single second to process the situation or even consider turning it down, the stranger shoved a strange metallic sphere forcefully into her hands.

"Hey... Wait...?!"

The object emitted a faint glow across its surface, where a digital timer was ticking down in a relentless countdown.

"If you use this, you will be able to completely control others!"

Before vanishing into thin air, the man hastily explained the artifact's purpose: that device possessed the unheard-of ability to completely brainwash a person before the countdown reached zero.

"With that goodbye!"

After dropping such a shocking revelation, the guy simply turned around and walked away.

"Wait, who are you...?!"

Despite Kim's desperate attempts to follow him and demand answers, the man vanished into the crowd as though he had never existed at all, leaving her skeptical, utterly confused, and filled with doubts.

"...."

Even so, with the thought of death still lingering in her mind, Kim decided out of pure desperation to test whether the device actually worked.

(What should I do...?)

She took a busy path in the faint hope of making eye contact with someone before the timer ran out.

"Time is ticking... Haaah... Who should I try it with...?"

It was just as the numbers on the screen were drawing dangerously close to zero that she spotted an attractive businesswoman walking calmly down the sidewalk.

"¡¡¿?!!"

That woman, elegant and brimming with confidence, possessed features that instantly reminded Kim of one of the main girls who led the bullying against her.

(Is she...?!)

That sudden spark of accumulated resentment was all it took.

"¡¡!!"

With rage clouding her judgment, she made an impulsive decision: to use the sphere directly on her.

"Yes, don't worry so much mom, I'll be fine..."

As a result, suddenly the woman named Sara froze dead in her tracks.

"..."

Within seconds, every single trace of her personality and self-esteem evaporated completely.

(... Did it work?)

Her eyes lost their conscious gleam, turning her into a perfect, empty, and expressionless "doll" whose entire existence was now completely subjected to Kim's absolute will.

"Hey... Follow me..."

Wasting no time, Kim forced Sara to lead her back to her own apartment.

"Yes..."

Stepping over the threshold, the formerly abused teenager felt an intoxicating rush of absolute control.

"Take off your clothes."

She began to play with Sara as if she were nothing more than a lifeless toy, testing her bounds with all sorts of arbitrary commands.

"Yes, master."

Sara's voice sounded completely flat, without a single crack of doubt or shame.

"From now on, you will live completely naked at home."

The silence of the room was soon broken by the sudden growl of Kim's stomach.

"Yes."

Hunger was finally catching up to her after such a chaotic day.

"I'm hungry. Do you know how to cook?"

Kim thoroughly enjoyed using the submissive woman for her own entertainment.

"Yes, I learned how to cook while trying to prepare meals for my boyfriend back when I was in school."

However, this brought up a disturbing question...

"I didn't ask for your useless life story! Go make me something to eat right now!"

What truly happens when someone who has been a helpless victim of bullying suddenly gains absolute, unchecked power over another human being's life?

"Yes, master, I am going right away."

The answer was a downward spiral of vengeful cruelty.

"Here you go, master."

A few minutes later, Sara returned carrying a steaming plate of food.

"Ugh... this tastes awful!"

Kim took a single bite before pulling a face of deep disgust.

"Pick every single piece of it up and throw it in the trash."

With a harsh flick of her wrist, she slammed the plate onto the floor, scattering the food all over the carpet.

"Yes."

As the expressionless woman obeyed the command by cleaning up the mess without a single word of complaint, a malicious smirk formed on Kim's lips.

"Since I'm such a generous owner, I'll let you eat too. Aren't you going to thank me?"

"Yes, master, I thank you deeply."

"Perfect. Then read this and make sure you repeat it word for word before you take a single bite."

Kim handed her a hastily written note. Upon receiving the order, Sara walked over to the trash bag where she had dumped the scraps and squatted down patiently.

"Master, thank you for your favor. Sara is extremely grateful. I will be a toy for the rest of my life, thank you so very much!"

After reciting those humiliating words without a single tremor in her robotic tone, the woman buried her face directly into the garbage bag and began devouring the leftovers using only her mouth.

"You're seriously pathetic!!"

With her groin and rear completely exposed on the cold floor, the former executive looked no different from a starving stray dog.

"Hahahahaha!"

Kim burst out laughing hysterically, reveling in the scene.

"Master, I have finished eating! Thank you very much for the meal!"

Eventually, Sara finished cleaning out the bag.

"Ah, I see. But the food you cook has absolutely no flavor. Work harder next time."

With her face smeared and sticky from food residue, she turned awkwardly to face her new owner.

"Yes, master. I am deeply sorry."

Sara knelt submissively on the spot, keeping her head low while Kim took her time lecturing her on when and how she ought to apologize.

"As punishment for your terrible work, you won't be allowed to shower today. You'll have to stay in this filthy state until tomorrow."

"Yes, master."

"And don't get too close to me, you stink!"

"Yes...!"

At the exact moment Sara uttered her response, Kim pulled out a pair of wooden clothespins and clamped them forcefully onto the woman's exposed nipples.

"From now on, you are nothing more than my toy."

As expected from the sharp physical sting, a subtle, slight grimace of pain flickered across Sara's blank face, though her mind failed to process the reason behind the punishment.

"Yes, master, that is correct. I am your toy."

From that precise moment forward, Sara's existence was doomed to become a living hell on earth. One could only wonder if, within this nightmare, it was a tragic sort of mercy that her ego and consciousness had vanished entirely. That way, at least, the woman wouldn't be fully aware of the indescribable suffering she was about to endure.