Cannibal Dollist

A young woman was outside on a cold winter night. The sky had already gone dark for the early night. Her snow boots lugged their way through the ankle deep snow. Crushing the soft snow underneath. Gloved hands stuffed into her snow jacket to conserve what little warmth they could. One covering her phone to keep the cold from sapping away the remaining 20% battery power. Purple skull candy earbuds wire snaked its way under the jacket. Up to her ears where they nuzzled comfortably. Shuffling through every Bad Wolves song that was available on itunes. Blasting at the highest volume setting her phone would allow. Head bopping to the beat under a warm beanie and hood that kept the worst of the chilly wind from her face. The warmth of her breath warming her lower face was held by the warm scarf. Quietly singing along to the songs as they played. Simultaneously chewing two sticks of gum that have long since lost all flavor.

Few cars passed her as she walked along the side of the road. It was no surprise the country road was virtually empty. The main road that connected the city to the countryside.

It was mainly used by those that were going to work and returning home. Making it barren when the city slept. Nothing but a long stretch of road for her to follow back to the city. Surrounded by the endless ocean of pine trees on either side. Giving not a clue as to how close she was to her destination. Legs aching from the long ruck through the snow. Not that she planned to have her car to break down who knew how many miles away from the city. An hour long car ride was going to take an eternity walking. With only the music on her dying phone and her thoughts to accompany her.

"Not givin' up, this I swear.. So give it up, don't be-" the music abruptly stopped playing, washing her in silence as she stopped walking.

"What?.. No, no, no, no! Please, please, pleeeeaase! Turn on dammit." She shouted in dismay as she took the phone out of her pocket. Tapping the screen and pressing the power button. Her efforts were futile as she knew, her phone had no battery left to turn on. Nicole took out her earbuds and pulled them out from under her jacket. Wrapping them around the phone and sliding it into a breast pocket and zipping it up.

"No point in keeping the damn thing warm now…" She grumbled as she continued her trek home. The music of her phone was replaced by the soft crunching of snow and the hooting of owls in the distance. Silently cursing herself for being so stupidly stubborn. She never should have left her car behind god only knew how many miles behind her. She should have stayed in the car and called for help. Her mother, friends, coworkers, hell maybe even her ex. Sure he was a total prick but surely he would have picked her up. Although he probably would have made her pay for the gas which would have been fine. At least she would have been in a warm car beside the person she didn't want to be around and home in maybe thirty minutes instead of trekking through the cold night to what might as well have been the other side of the world. Her father always told her that her stubbornness would be the death of her. Which at this point just might become true, and just a week before christmas at that.

Nicole soon noticed the familiar sounds of a truck slowing down as its tires crushed snow on the edge of the road. She stopped and turned to the truck which was coated with a nice shadow grey. The familiar sight of a 2017 Chevrolet Silverado, powerful engine that could carry quite a far amount of weight. Glancing to the side she could see they were using it just so with several logs of wood resting in the bed of the truck with rope to hold it in place. She had worked on these trucks several times and personally liked them, would have got one herself if it didn't lack a manual transmission. The window slid down to reveal an older man maybe in his forties or fifties. Dressed in a warm flannel jacket with a black beanie resting on the back of his head. Locks slightly curled hair slipping out of the sides of it.

"Are you alright? It's mighty cold for a stroll through the night don't you think?" He asked her with a husky voice that reminded her of her grandfather. Deep yet calming to hear.

"Alright might not be the word I would use for how I am feeling. As for the stroll, if only it was so. However my car broke down some miles back the way I came. So i'm attempting to make my way home on foot. Any idea how much longer I have to go? "

"Goodness me miss! I had noticed the care along the side of the road since I went to check if anyone needed help. But I never would have thought the owner would be walking home from it. You should really let me give you a ride miss. It's still another thirty two minutes for me to drive back to town. Walking you won't be reachin' it before the sun rises."

Thirty?.. She still had so long to go? At this rate she will collapse on the ground before she makes it half of the remaining distance. She didn't like the idea of getting in the car with a stranger. However it was probably the only way she would survive the night. Part of her screamed for her to wave him off and keep going. However the rest of her tired, freezing body begged her to take the offer. The calmness of his voice seemed to tempet her to take the offer with the promise of a safe trip.

"No, no I couldn't trouble you with that mister. I'm sure your family is eagerly awaiting for you to get home. I can manage." You idiot! She thought to herself as the mentally kicked her stubborn self for denying the offer before her.

"Nonsense! My wife is most likely asleep on the couch with our tiny granddaughter in her arms. While My daughter Cassandra is probably wrapped in her blanket on the recliner with the tv remote on the arm. The tv probably still playin' somethin' cop related for a sleepin' audience. A sleeping audience that probably doesn't mind that i'm already…" He stopped to check the time on the center console before looking back at her.

"Twenty three minuets late. I'm sure they won't wake in furry if I take a little longer to take someone safely home. At least allow me to take you to a building you are familiar with. I don't know if I could forgive myself if I find you on the news in the morning from the cold or missing. I'm sure your family would like to see you home as well." Nicole bit the inside of her check. He certainly had a point. Who knew if she would see any other cars at all tonight. Let alone still be standing by the time one drove by. Pros: give her body a break, get home before the run rises, warmth, a person to talk to. Cons: freezing cold, tired body, alone in the silence.

"Alright, well do you know the way to penny's dinner?.."

"Sure do miss, Hope in. I'll take you there right away and let you choose the radio station. Names Charles by the way." He said as he leaned over, unlocking the passenger side door and pushing it open. Nicole approached the door and climbed into the truck. Knocking her boots together to some the snow off of them before closing the door. Leaning back into the seat with a sigh as she could already feel the blissful warmth that surrounded her. Far better than spending another second in the cold.

"Thank you Charles, my names Nicole. Could you please turn it to a rock station? I'll take country if you can't get a rock one on." She asked as she looked at the kind older gentleman that saved her from herself.

"Will do Nicole." was all he said before playing with the station selector before arriving at a rock station. He moved off the edge of the road and continued to drive. Allowing Nicole a moment to relax herself, not sure if she would prefer to talk or just listen to the music. Nicole greatly appreciated his kindness. To think she almost let his opportunity slip by her and damn herself to an early grave. A long, slow, freezing, silent grave. Reclining the seat back, she shut her eyes to just enjoy the music and the warmth that would take her home.

As time passed the truck turned off the country road, slowing down as it came onto a rocky path off road. Nicole opened her eyes as the truck turned onto the unfamiliar bumpy road into the city. Looking out the window confused, her mind telling her this isn't right, wondering where they were going. As if reading her growing concerned mind, Charles spoke up.

"Don't worry Nicole, this is a detour I normally take. It will avoid a bunch of this twist and turns for more of a straight shot to the dinner. Too many turns confusing my growing old mind. I hope you don't mind." Nicole looked back toward him. She supposed that did make sense to her. Her own grandfather who used to drive in races lost his sense of direction as age started to take him.

"Oh no it's ok, i'm just not familiar with this road. Thanks again Charlesfor the ride."

"No problem Nicole." He replied, soon the forest of pine trees began to widen. Opening up to where this was a shed that someone would store tools in. Followed up by a stone arch with a metal gate. Surrounding a graveyard?... Was there a graveyard so close by? The rocks turned to a smoother natural path she assumed would be dirt, maybe grass under the snow.

Then the truck came to a stop, Nicole was starting to turn to look at Charles when she felt a prick on her neck. Her eyes widened as she saw his mouth spread into a grin. His arm moving back from her with some syringe. Her vision already began to sway and blur. Her instincts to run started to take over as she unbuckled the seat belt and opened the door. Pushing it open attempting to climb out of the truck. Only for her legs to completely fail her, her body making contact with the ground with a thud.

"Wh-what?.. What is.. What's happening to me… No.. Why?.." She planted her hands on the ground and started to push herself up, turning her head to look at her legs. Trying to will them to move to no avail. Her arms already began to wobble from holding herself up. She started to crawl away from the truck using only her hands. Her legs getting uselessly dragged behind her. The sound of a truck door closing startled her. She started to cry and plead in her mind for him to leave her alone. Trying to frantically crawl away as face as possible. But her legs wouldn't listen to her, her arms were slowing down, her eyes blurring, her mind fading. The sound of boots crushing snow came up from behind her and drew closer. No… no, no ,no!! This couldn't be happening! NO to me! Why me?! She thought in her panic as she felt hands grab onto her legs. Yanking her back, causing her face to fall back into the snow. She tried to swing her arms at Charles, to hit him and get away from him. However now her arms wouldn't move either. Just two useless limbs that were attached to her. She tried to scream but nothing would come out.

"I'm sure you will taste mighty fine Nicole.. You must have very good organs to fight off my mixture as long you did. But it's over now.. ssshhh just go to sleep. It will get better, I promise." He placed his hands on her sides before lifting her up onto his shoulder. Carrying her away. All she could do was stay there, silently crying before her mind shut off.

When Nicole awoke she felt groggy with a pulsing headache. Trying to move her legs or arms only resulted in pain as the rope that held her down dug into her skin. Her head was held in place by a velcro strap on her chin, another on her forehead and some object on either side of her head. Her mouth was held open with a cloth that was held down with another velcro strap. Leaving her mouth dry and jaw aching from who knew how long it was left open. Taking shallow, shaky breaths threw her nose as the situation she was in sunk in. Eyes blinking left and right frantically, unable to see anything but the ceiling and lights. Wishing she could go back in time. To restart when she broke down, to have called when she should have. Called help when she should have and never agreed to get in the truck with a stranger. No matter how friendly he had seemed. Charles' face came into view above her head.

"Ah you are finally awake. Then we can begin with the procedure. Don't worry Nicole.. I will make you forever beautiful." He said softly in his husky voice. Stroking her soft blonde hair with his left hand. He stepped back, grabbing a syringe from a metal surgical tray along with a small bottle of his own special mixture.

"You're very lucky you know Nicole? You get the first dose from this fresh bottle. Your needle will be the one to break the film." He stabbed the needle of the syringe into the bottle and flipped it up. Slowly pulling back the plunger with two fingers. As the blue grey liquid filled the barrel up to the dosage for Nicole's height and weight. Flipping the bottle back and removing the needle from it. Setting it down he stepped back to her and flicked the needle to check it. Before lining the bevel up with a vein at the inside of her elbow. Pushing it in just enough before pushing the plunger into the barrel, injecting the liquid into her bloodstream. Then pulled it out and placed the syringe onto the metal try. Pulling the tray closer as he grabbed a small gauze pad. Applying pressure to the injection point.

"There we go, now I'll give the serum about five minuets to give it time to take effect. Meanwhile you just lay there like a good girl. I will prepare for the procedure." He stepped away from her again. Donning a large apron and a pair of latex gloves. Bringing a toolbox to the opposite side of her from the metal tray. Yet another metal tray was pulled out alongside the first. This one had a few containers for storing things on ice for freshness. He then undid the rope on her left arm and looked at her to see if she would move it.

"Try to move your arm Nicole." He watched her eyes as he told her, seeing the panic in her eyes made him smile. Not a single finger moved. Perfect, the serum already took effect. The perfect serum for the perfect procedures that only someone as skilled as him was meant to perform. He undid the rope on the other arm and both legs.

"Such a good girl to not resist the serum. It's my greatest masterpiece.. My most prized creation. You see Nicole.. It's a fast acting one to paralyze your body, tho not as fast as what I used on you before. However! Not only does it do that, it makes sure you can still FEEL everything. It increases the sensitivity of your nerves so that even a pinch would feel like a strong punch. For pain is beauty.. Therefore you must endure this pain as I operate on you. To make you into the most perfect doll for my granddaughter. You have the chance in a lifetime that people could only dream of!!" He shouted with his arms spread above his head. The most joyful expression she had ever seen. With the most insane eyes, the most sadistic person she has ever, will ever come across.

"You will be her newest doll. You will live for eternity with endless beauty as my sweet, sweet granddaughters doll. Dressed like one of santa's little helpers. Handed from him to her as her christmas present. You will make her happy as she brushes your hair and plays with you just like the rest of her dolls." snapped his fingers, a pair of rottweilers came bounding to him. Then sat down quietly a few feet away from her legs like well trained show dogs.

"Nicole, meet Jasmine and her sister Sapphire. My two strong girls that keep me company and protect my sweet granddaughter when I'm not home. I sure they are mighty hungry too, aren't cha you girls?" He smiled as he rubbed their heads. Both dogs nuzzled his gloved hands and licked his fingers. Moving his hands away from his dogs, he grabbed a tourniquet from the tray and brought it to the top of her thigh. Wrapping it around and then tightening, nice and tight to prevent her from passing too soon. He made his way to the tool box. Producing a bone saw and a Gigil saw. Looking between the two as he mulled over which one he wanted to use this time. Shrugging as he dropped the flexible wire back into the toolbox. Going back to her legs and resting the tips of the bonesaw's teeth onto her left thigh, just below the tourniquet.

He started to move his hand back and forth, back and forth. The bonesaw's teeth slicing and tearing through Nicole's legs. Blood spurting from the ever growing wound, splattering along the floor and Charles's apron. He could feel the resistance given by the femur as the teeth made contact with it. Applying more pressure to saw right through it. Glancing up at her, he could see the sheer look of horror and anguish in her eyes. The tears sliding down her face like a pair of rivers separated by her nose. The unsung screams that only she could hear. He was sure she was terrified of him beyond belief. Which was the true tragedy of the situation. As the teeth cut into the wood of the tabel Charles stopped. Lifting up the bonesaw to look at his work. Gripping the ankle, he yanked it. Separating any remaining strands of flesh that connected the two sections.

He liked his lips as he lifted up the separated leg. Blood dripping from the exposed muscle and bone, dripping onto the floor. Jasmine & Sapphire moved closer, staring up at the leg. Charles lowered the leg closer to the dogs. Watching the two of them chop onto the leg where it was cut off from. Moving their heads side to side, tearing off their own chunks of flesh. Bringing it down to the floor so they could munch away at it at their own pace. Sharing it like a large bone from a pet co. Nicole's eyes shone in horror as she could hear the horrific tearing of flesh and chomping of the powerful canine jaws. Eating her leg happily like a new treat. Her mind was running with fear. Could she really die such a gruesome death?.. Nicole's mind faded as she felt a searing, burning pain at the stump of her leg. Tears running down her face as her eyes rolled back. Gratefully her mind went dark. Allowing a moments of peace from the torture.

Nicole's eyes opened to the sound of banging. It sounded like someone slamming their shoulder or kicking at a door. Charles looked up startled as he dropped the bone saw to the ground. Clattering a few times before it rests quietly on the floor. The dogs' heads perked up, followed by a loud bang and the sound of wood chips spluttering and flying. Followed by the loud thuds of several booted boots rushing down a section of stairs somewhere behind her. Charles jumped up in a panic, knocking over a mental trys full of tools that were meant to be used on her. The dogs barked and growled at the area behind her as they stood their ground.

"This is the Police! Stop and put your hands up! Nobody move!!!" Shouted a couple of voices as the sound of boots spread out behind her. Rushed forward after the police before being gunned down. Yelping as they were stuck by several rounds and collapsing to the ground. Followed by a running Charles getting taken down by several shots to the back. Two swat members rushing forward to point their guns down at him to check him. Four others started to sweep the room as two more went to her side. The two started to undo whatever bound her to that accursed table. The two that were hovering over Charles left his corpse reporting that he was dead. Checking the room and along with the others that were not by her side. As the two pulled her up to help her off the table.

"Steady now ma'am… we got you, we won't let you fall." A female voice to her right said. An arm on her waist, her left arm draped on the shoulder of the man to her left. Her weight leaned into him for support. Then her feet touched the ground and her eyes shot open. Staring down at her legs she just stumps. She swallowed and started to tear up as she slowly looked back up. The body was gone, the swat members in full gear that swept the room were missing.

"What's wrong, miss? You look like you have seen a ghost.." Her head reluctantly looked to her left as it shook with fear. The already all too familiar husky voice of Charles spoke to her. The masked and helmeted head was replaced by the smiling face of Charles. Her tongue rolled along his lips with his eyes turning red. His features turned and morphed into that of a cartoon demon. Red skin and eyes, black horns coming out of his forehead as his facial hair became fire. She screamed and pushed off of the demon they held her. Falling to the ground before shooting awake to the terrifying reality that awaited her return.

The man that Nicole only knew as Charles licked his lips as he leaned back in his chair. Eyes closing as a sign of contempt escapes his lips. One hand scratched his belly through the thin fabric of his shirt. Jasmine & Sapphire sat to either side of him on their hind legs. Both peerd up exceptionally at him for whatever might remain of his portion of the stew made out of Nicole's legs.

"mmmhhm... She made a mighty fine stew girls. That's a good sign." He reached down to pet the two in turn. Then grabbed the bowl and lowered it to the floor for them. Their tongues attacked it feverishly before it could even make contact with the ground.

Charles rose from his chair and walked over to the backroom of his personal workplace. The back room was dark with shadows. Cascaded in a faint red glow from a couple of lightbulbs dangling from the ceiling. Similar to that of an old photographer's darkroom before every photo became digital and HD. Removing a long and calming process that Charles felt all should experience. However unlike a photographer soaking a photographic film in chemical baths to develop the film. With more hanging above by clothespins to dry. Charles had strips of flesh and bundles of hair. Soaking in his own personal chemical solution baths. That was specially designed to greatly extend the life of the hair and flesh so they don't rot or smell. The thought of hair dying was quite funny considering that hair is already dead when it sprouts from one's scalp.

Charles slipped on a pair of gloves and gingerly gathered some bundles of hair and sheets of skin that was taken from Nicole. Quite an easy thing to do when he combined his surgical skills from his time as a surgeon with the hunting's skills from when he was a child. He took the materials out of his darkroom and set them down at the workbench. Stripping off the Google sand dropping them into the small trash bin beside it. Producing a needle and special thread from the top drawer. Testing a section of skin by piercing it with the needle. A pleasant smile spreading across his face as it was just right.

Charles then set to work on making the perfect doll for his granddaughter. The perfect Christmas gift to make her year. Making Nicole perfects from his mental images of her. Courtesy of his photographic memory. Including the imperfections, such as her crooked nose. Once he was doen recreating Nicole in her eternal body of a doll. He set to work on creating clothes for the doll using some a variety of fabrics he had lined up near the workbench. Every doll needed a set of its own clothes. Every doll had to be perfect… Tho for this particular one. In the spirit of the season. Nicole would be handed over dressed as a santa elf in reds and greens with some yellow details. Even added a nice touch of a tiny bella attached to the top of the hat and along the ends of the shirt.

Once the clothes were done, Charles selected a pair of specially made marbles that resembled eyes. Slotting them into the sockets where the eyes should be before adding on the eyelashes and eyelids. The beautiful, bright blue eyes shone like stars. Nicole was captured in eternal beauty as a Santa helper. Made specifically to make his granddaughter happy.

Christmas morning started with his granddaughter happily jumping up and down one the floor. Pulling at Charles' arm that was dangling off the side of the couch where he had collapsed during the night. Giving her a warm smile as he slowly sat up and rolled the stiff feeling from his neck. His daughter was dressed in a warm pair of joggers and a sweatshirt. Handing him a reindeer mug of hot coffee which she gratefully took as he kissed her cheek goodmorning. With her left hand free she gradeled her own hot cup of coffee in both her hands to warm them up.

His granddaughter took gift after gift from under the tree. Tearing apart the wrapping with her hands not too unlike the two dogs when they ate. Getting a variety of clothes, toys, movies, and books. Enjoying the benefits of being an only child. However after she got to the last one. She skipped her way over to her grandfather who had left the room for but a moment. Clearly holding something behind his back. Her eyes shone like the north stars in anxious excitement for her last gift. The one that was always her favorite whenever her grandfather came around for special days. He moved his hands toward the front, bearing a miniature Nicole in an elf costume. His granddaughter took the doll from his hands screeching in joy as she pulled it tight against her chest. Squeezing it hard and pressing a kiss to the forehead. Then got on her tippy toes as Charles dropped to a knee. Kissing his cheek and wrapping her tiny little arms around his neck. Then she ran up to her room to play with her new doll along with the nearly forty other dolls that her grandfather made just for her.