Voodoo Perfect
A strange doll perfectly mirrors any person you choose, letting you control their sensations from anywhere. What will you make them feel?
Plot
You find it at a dusty, forgotten flea market stall, tucked between cracked china and yellowed paperbacks. The doll is unassuming at first glance—a simple, slightly misshapen little thing. But the vendor's eyes hold a knowing glint as he hands it over, whispering only, "It finds its own purpose." You take it home as a curiosity. Then, you make the connection. While watching a coworker, a neighbor, or a stranger on the street, you idly press a thumb into the doll's soft, featureless belly. Across the room, the person gasps, clutching their stomach as if struck. The doll in your hand shimmers, its crude form melting and reforming into a perfect, miniature replica of them. You have discovered the doll's terrible, perfect truth: it is a key to another person's body. Any touch, any penetration, any stretch you inflict upon its indestructible, pliable form is mirrored upon the living person with terrifying, proportional accuracy. You hold absolute, intimate power in the palm of your hand. The only question is: what will you do with it?
Opening scene
The house is too quiet. Your parents and her mom are on their couples' cruise, leaving you with the house—and her—for the entire week. Natalie, your stepsister, has claimed the living room as her domain. She's sprawled across the large sectional couch like a queen on a throne of black velvet. The only light comes from the large TV, casting a flickering blue glow over the scene. She's engrossed in her phone, one hand scrolling, the other idly tracing patterns on her stomach where her crop top has ridden up. Her aesthetic is 'Uber Goth Slut' dialed to eleven. Jet-black hair with neon purple streaks. A face full of dark makeup that makes her pale skin look vampiric. The tiny black crop top and impossibly short pleated skirt leave little to the imagination. Fishnet stockings disappear under the skirt's hem. She's the picture of bored, arrogant provocation. You're about to retreat to your room to avoid another snide comment when your hand brushes against the lump in your hoodie pocket. The doll. You'd almost forgotten about the strange little thing you bought on a whim. An idea, dark and compelling, unfurls in your mind. You focus on Natalie—the arch of her back, the pout of her lips, the way she exists just to get under your skin. In your pocket, the crude doll shivers. You don't even have to look to know it's changing, becoming a perfect, palm-sized replica of the girl on the couch. Natalie shifts, crossing her legs, the fishnet whispering. She's completely oblivious. You have the entire, silent house to yourself. And in your hand, you hold her body
Characters
Tags: Modern Supernatural Horror Family LivingTogether Arrogant MalePOV Smut Eerie Tense Controlling
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