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Outside, it was no better than a year ago.
At the same time of the year, the same coldness and criminals swarmed like ants everywhere. That meant more work. But that didn't matter. That is exactly why Jason lived.
Two weeks ago, Lazlo Valentin got out of prison again. Jason was fully determined to find and destroy him. He began to follow new tracks and found that he had begun to kidnap only girls around twenty. He wondered what he was up to. This time he didn't leave much behind, and had no idea if the girls were really dead. Evidence led Jason into an abandoned garage in the harbor. Apparently Lazlo had no friends or thugs.
Jason walked into the garage and was surprised that the atmosphere common to Valentin was not there. No turntable music. No ornate environment. For a moment he doubted whether he was right here.
As he stepped deeper in, he found that he had probably found the place. But there was still something wrong. Was Jason wrong? That he would do something hasty? Obviously Pyg is not the only one who can kidnap people, damn it.
He had a glimpse of several cubic objects covered with cloth. In the middle of the room was a large lounger, fortunately empty. All sorts of tables with tools and lights around it. Hard to say if the place was abandoned. Jason scanned if anyone was under the stuff by chance. Nobody.
He stepped toward it and pulled the cloth off. He jumped in surprise. Someone was there after all. How could he not see it? Inside was a small chair with a girl in a dress. She wasn´t moving.
Wait a minute ... She was not real. It was just a dummy.
Jason couldn't understand why it was locked in a glass cube, but it must have had a reason. But apparently there were no girls here.
Jason heard that the metal door have been opened. He reacted as quickly as he could and aimed his guns at the one who came.
“Welcome! I was expecting you! Those weapons won't be needed, my friend.”
He was an older man, about seventy years old. He didn't have much hair left. He was wearing glasses and an apron, and obviously he was dragging another glass cube with which the cloth had been draped over again.
“Not happening. Speak fast or they will speak. ” Jason replied.
The man just chuckled and stopped.
“I don't use my real name. I am known as Dollmaker. I was expecting you. You're quite familiar here in Gotham. There are stories about you about your past and what you have become, but that is not important to me. I brought you here to say thank you. "
It sounded more perverse than it seemed. After all, he couldn't be just any man doing ordinary dummies. Obviously, the man did not pose any threat, so Jason hid his guns.
“Thanks? For what?" he asked.
“The few people you removed were those who wanted to dig into my work. They were not satisfied that I refused their services. Or they demanded mine, but I refused. I have my moral principles and I don't sell my dolls to everyone. Thanks to you, these people stopped bothering me. I could have let it go, but I'm the man of my word, so I want to give you a little… gift. ”
Jason's heart pounded and his throat clenched again, remembering the past. Not now.
"You ... what are you working on exactly?"
"I'm glad you asked." he smiled and rubbed his hands. Obviously, he did not take Jason as a threat.
"I've been working on so-called 'living dolls' for some time. I provide my services to everyone via deep web who are willing to cooperate. It serves as ... sexual aids. Adapted to do everything their owner desires. ”
Jason was beginning to understand.
Jason gripped the guns..
“Do you kidnap young girls and sell them? That's pretty moral to no avail. ” Jason hissed.
“They're no longer normal girls. They are neither dead nor alive. Dolls without soul. They feel nothing but the desire to satisfy their owner. I have never killed a woman in my life. ” the man smiled.
“It doesn't matter if you killed them or not. For what you do you deserve a bullet in your head. And I'll take care of that. ” Jason snarled, aiming at him again. But it didn't bother the man. He smiled again.
“Please. Such beautiful girls deserve more attention. They are treated well and you would be surprised how many influential people are my customers, but I can't tell you who. I'm discreet. But you haven't even heard what gift I have for you. ”
Jason had no idea whether to laugh or scream. He turned to the cube the man pulled with him and looked at it.
"Don´t tell me you…"
Jason did not finish the sentence and heard another door slam. He turned to the guy who had taken the track. He was too busy with what he saw. He could go after him, but Jason was suddenly so absorbed in what the guy took in here... He wanted to know if it was real or not.
The scanner showed him that someone was there. And they are alive.
Jason took off the cloth and stood stunned.
A girl sat in the same small chair in a black short dress. She sat absolutely motionless, staring in front of her. Her eyes were so dead, but her face was still and calm. She really looked like a doll, but she was still alive. She wore no injuries. On the contrary, she looked absolutely intact and perfect. Is this what he does with these girls? How is it possible?
He couldn't resist trying to wave her hands in front of her face, but she didn't respond. He noticed that he was holding crumpled paper in his hand. The cube was unlocked. Jason opened it and tried to speak to the girl. Nothing.
He carefully removed the paper from her hand. It was a message from the man.
What the hell is he supposed to do with her?
…
He could just take her somewhere to the police station and leave her there. Her family must have been looking for her, but curiosity was stronger and he took her to his safehouse. He wanted to find out what was wrong with her. He wanted to know if she could wake up.
He just pushed her gently and she went wherever he took her. He let her sat on a small couch and unfolded the crumpled paper and read it over and over again.
The guy wrote him simple instructions.
She is still a living being, so she must eat, drink and sleep and everything like a normal person. She has a name. She hears the name and listens to his owner at every word.
Y / N.
It wasn't mentioned if he had given her the name. Jason later try to find her in the list of missing people. He set the paper down on the table and watched her sit and stare in front of her.
It was worse than she was dead.
These girls were brainwashed and abused to meet the needs of some assholes. How many girls have he kidnapped?
He took off his helmet and jacket and put down his weapons. He watched her eye for any change in her emotions or attitudes.
Nothing.
What on earth could that man do to her?
Jason knelt by her and tried to put his hand on her shoulder. He was nearly twice as large as her, and his entire hand covered her shoulder like nothing. She didn't react. So he spoke to her in the name given to her.
She turned to him, her eyes looking straight into his. Jason didn't expect it and jumped back.
“Damn!"
The movement was so unnatural.
Even when he got up, she still turned after him, indicating that she was fully aware of him. Jason calmed down and tried to talk to her.
"Are you talking or ... so?"
Nothing.
"Well ... probably not. Do you communicate at all? ”
Nothing again.
“Um ... fine. So ... Get up. ”
She got up. And that was it.
She listened but didn't communicate. Or maybe she did, but she didn't realize it. Jason had no idea what to do with her. According to the paper, she will listen to him now. The idea of bringing her back to her family who will see her like this ... What if he manages to discuss her? Or a better option, he finds the guy and forces him to cure her and other girls. And then he'll take care of him. Suddenly, Jason felt responsible. If he really helped that man, as he himself told him, he won´t be calm until he found him.
“Good. You should eat. I'll find you something. ”
She hadn't responded, and Jason hadn't expected it. He found something to eat in the fridge and put it on the table. He gently told her to sit and eat, and she obeyed. She ate slowly, but in the end her movements were not so unnatural. But she was still looking ahead, not speaking.
When she finished. She sat there and did nothing until Jason gave her instructions.
He unfolded the couch and put some pillows and blankets on it. Then he told her to lie down and rest.
He had no idea if he will be able to fall asleep with her in one room. Definitely not the first night. She lay on her couch on her side, looking ahead. He watched her for a moment, then he lay back on his bed beside him and stared into the wall. He was exhausted, but couldn't sleep. He woke up at night or didn't sleep at all. Jason was hoping if he'd ever get a good night's sleep, but he didn't give much hope.
While he was lying, the doll suddenly turned and looked at him.
He looked sad.
He seemed unable to sleep.
She couldn't do more for him than what she was made to do. She stood quietly and came to him.
Jason winced when he found her standing in front of him.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, sitting up.
She didn't answer. Instead, she climbed up on top of and sat down carefully on him. Jason, totally paralyzed by the fact that she even moved by her own mind, moved away from her by lying down and she bent over him. Her eyes were suddenly so tender, but Jason's distrust prevailed in him. His hand dug under his pillow, where he had his gun hidden and put it to her temple. Even he would not hurt her, it was a reflex which he got after those years while he was captured.
She didn't show that she noticed. Probably, she didn't know at all, so she leaned closer to him. Jason took a deep breath, then she pressed her lips to his.
His heart was beating fast. He held his weapon so hard that his knuckles whitened. He was unable to move. Her lips were soft, as was her kiss. She was tender like a fairy. She moved away a few inches, then kissed him again.
Jason closed his eyes and kissed her. His hand dropped to his mattress and he released the gun from his grip. The doll felt he was not against it, and she clung to him more. She felt he liked it and was glad.
He tried to touch her. Her soft hair and body was much smaller than his. She touched his scarred face with a small hand. Nobody touched him like that for a long time. Unconsciously he jerked away from the touch, but then found out how nice it was.
The terrifying finding came as she arched and pressed her pelvis closer to his.
For God's sake, that's why…
He tore her from him and sat down.
“Please, you don't have to do that. I don't want you to do it. ”
She was sitting on her bed watching him with innocent eyes. Understanding what he was trying to tell her, she got up and returned to her place.
Jason ran his hand over his face. She did exactly what she was meant to do. She should have satisfied him. That was her purpose in life. But he didn't want that. She did it and didn't know about it. That didn't seem fair to him. But it was good that she listened to him. He felt sorry for her.
Even she didn´t mean that, it meant so much for him. Tender touch of her hand was one of the most beautiful things he felt from the Asylum.
Meanwhile, the doll was laying on the couch and closed her eyes.
It was strange, but she felt sad.
He doesn't like it.
He doesn't like her.