"I thought dolls were meant to be played with? To be free?" The jester asked.
The ringmaster glared at her, the rims of his blue eyes tinted with red, "You are no other normal doll. I could easily melt the plastic of your skin, break your arm and not bat an eye, leave you out in the cruelty of this realm to be forgotten. But I won't, I am fair after all."
He couldn't be anymore wrong.
"It doesn't mean that anyone else won't repeat my generosity," he sneered. "I'm doing you a favor. Be grateful that you belong to me." he gripped her chin, forcing the terrified girl to look at him.
"So get in your box, don't touch the lock and be the perfect doll you're supposed to be," The ringmaster growled. "Dolls are also supposed to obey...