Doll House

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000

A Halloween Special 2012 Tale

“What are you doing!? Stop it! Stop it!”

The pregnant woman rubbed her belly in that absent-minded way expecting mothers do.

“I’m going to fulfill my ancestor’s legacy, thanks to you, professor - and the girl.”

The girl lay naked on a wooded table. A large, glass jar, kind of an inverted tub, enclosed her. The room was straight out of Dr. Jeckyll’s laboratory with shelves of oddly-shaped jars full of strange-looking content. A flame flickered beneath a beaker. Bubbles rose through a spiral tube, green liquid dripped into a flask. There were no windows. The only sign of modernity was the fluorescent lamp hanging overhead. The professor, sensibly dressed in slacks and a pale green, fluffy sweater was fastened to the heavy wooden chair. A thick leather strap encircled her throat, another her chest, a third her waist. More straps secured her wrists and ankles.

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