My boyfriend has a one-of-a-kind talent. He can craft dolls that look exactly like real people. A five-foot-three doll, dressed in an exquisite gown, With flawless makeup, incredibly beautiful. Displayed in a glittering glass case, it shimmered. I leaned in closer and realized it looked like a real person… Do you know how those dolls in fancy dresses at the exhibition are made? They’re not plastic. They’re made from the bodies of young girls. And I own one of these lifelike dolls. Later, I saw many more in my boyfriend’s exhibition hall. One day, while we were intimate, my boyfriend eagerly showed me how he created these “Barbie dolls.” As I was completely lost in pleasure, my boyfriend pulled a ribbon he’d carefully prepared from the nightstand. Slowly, he wrapped it around my neck, his fingers tightening, tightening, and tightening again… Watching me gasp at the brink of death, he spoke, his voice trembling with excitement. “Chloe, you’ve always been curious about how I make my dolls so perfect, haven’t you? Well, I’ll tell you now!” “This is how it’s done—they die in ecstasy.” “That mix of excitement and pain stays etched on their faces forever.” “That’s how you make the most captivating dolls.” “To set them, you have to work while their bodies are still soft.” “You pour glue over their entire skin,” “Then meticulously apply the simulated skin, piece by piece.” “Add delicate makeup,” “Dress them in luxurious gowns and display them in glass cases.” “That way, countless people can truly appreciate their beauty.” “But my Chloe, you’re naturally stunning,” “The most exquisite girl I’ve seen in years.” “You’ll be my most perfect masterpiece…” My boyfriend recounted this, his face alight with excitement as he watched my face slowly turn pale.
My boyfriend, Julian, was a toy restorer. Thirty years old this year, his hands were incredibly skilled. No matter how severely damaged a doll was, Julian could fix it quickly. Julian and I connected over dolls… I’ve been a loyal Barbie fan since childhood, obsessed with collecting princess Barbies. Especially on my twenty-third birthday, I unexpectedly received a very unique doll. Her touch felt just like real skin, incredibly pleasant. I paid a hefty price to get her, Taking meticulous care of her every day, afraid of even a scratch. But an accident still happened! My little niece, Lily, snuck into my room and knocked over my Barbie. My doll’s edges chipped in several places. Frustrated, I had no choice but to ask around for someone to fix her. Seeing me gloomy all the time, my good friend Stella recommended a toy restorer, Julian. “Chloe, I’m telling you, he’s amazing! All his customers rave about him.” “Seriously, just try him. You’ll be satisfied.” “We’ll see,” I replied dismissively. But I didn’t take Stella’s words seriously at all. After several renowned restorers examined my doll and shook their heads helplessly, I finally decided to follow Stella’s advice and visit the restorer she recommended. That was the first time I met Julian. He truly stunned me at first sight. Delicate gold-rimmed glasses, fair skin, long, slender fingers – he looked like a refined young gentleman. “Can he really do it? He doesn’t look like he can!” Stella subtly nudged me with her elbow, signaling me to keep my voice down. Just as I looked up, I saw Julian staring directly at me, his gaze eerie and sending shivers down my spine. My scalp tightened, and I could only manage an awkward smile, ducking behind my best friend. “Hello, can I help you?” Julian asked. Seeing me hesitate, Stella spoke up and started chatting with him. “Hello, my friend’s Barbie broke, and she was wondering if you could fix it.” After Julian confirmed he could, I left the Barbie at his studio. When I went to pick up my Barbie princess that weekend, I was utterly shocked. I couldn’t believe Julian’s skill was truly incredible. All the chipped edges were perfectly repaired. Even tiny scratches were gone. I was amazed, showering him with praise, thinking Stella really hadn’t lied. Julian seemed a bit shy; he just gave me a bashful smile at my compliments and didn’t say anything more. But when I got home, I noticed something: my doll seemed… strange. Her skin felt just like human skin. I asked Julian about it, and he said it was his special technique, a method he used specifically to earn money! Seeing my intense interest, he invited me to his exhibition that weekend. But I never imagined that this outing would lead me to discover something truly astonishing…
After Julian’s invitation, I decided to visit his place. Julian asked for my address and drove to my house to pick me up. He was so enthusiastic, I agreed. Julian drove me to a run-down part of town, tucked away in a corner on the west side. Looking at the dilapidated houses, I felt a pang of regret. It seemed so remote. And Julian and I had only met once. A hint of fear began to creep in. But when I stepped inside the exhibition hall, I dismissed my fears. It was absolutely worth the trip! Julian led me into his doll exhibition, and my jaw nearly dropped. The small room was filled with exquisitely dressed, life-sized dolls. They were displayed in glass cases along both walls, looking just like real people. I couldn’t resist reaching out to touch one. The sensation was exactly like real human skin. I couldn’t help but exclaim. “This is incredible! It’s exactly like a real person. I’ve never felt anything so lifelike. What material is this made of?” Seeing my shocked expression, Julian smiled mysteriously, then leaned close to my ear and whispered. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? It’s made from human skin! Hehehe, it’s fresh skin I peeled off women!” Warm, moist air sprayed onto my ear, combined with Julian’s somewhat serious face, immediately gave me goosebumps all over. Seeing that I was genuinely startled, Julian burst into laughter. “Didn’t scare you, did I? This is simulated skin I imported from Japan. I was just teasing you.” Oh, so that was it. I really had been scared. I let out a long sigh of relief. I meticulously admired every doll in the hall. Each one was truly unique. Different ages, varying eye colors, distinct skin textures… Just like categories of people: innocent college girls, sultry young women, sophisticated housewives. Everything imaginable was there, satisfying every aesthetic preference. But I was particularly drawn to a doll in a corner glass case. She was different from all the others. Not only did her skin look human, but her expression of sorrow was also incredibly lifelike. A vividly realistic look, her eyes brimming with unshed tears—it was simply captivating. The most astonishing thing was the continuous stream of tears flowing from her eyes, as if a real woman were suffering some intense pain…
Seeing my interest, Julian offered to give me one of the dolls he had made. “Pick one. It’s rare to find someone with the same passion as me! Let’s be friends.” I was overjoyed. So, I hesitantly pointed to the “lifelike” crying doll. Julian chuckled, teasingly. “You certainly don’t hold back, picking the most ‘spirited’ one in our shop.” I thought he wouldn’t part with it, but to my surprise, he readily gave me the doll. Seeing my incredulous expression, Julian’s voice, full of amusement, reached my ears again. “It’s rare to find someone with shared interests. It’s just a doll, no big deal. Besides, I’ll have an even better one soon.” He said this while looking at me, as if he was calculating something. That evening, he even personally delivered the doll to my home. But on the very first night the doll was in my house, I noticed something wasn’t right. I kept feeling an unseen gaze constantly following me, as if my every move was being monitored. But I live alone. If I had to pinpoint it, the only other presence would be the doll displayed in the living room cabinet. Half-asleep in the middle of the night, I suddenly heard a woman’s voice coming from above me. “Take me home! It’s so cold…” The female voice kept repeating. I got out of bed, but I searched every corner of the house and found nothing amiss. “Ahhh! Help me, no, no…” The woman’s voice suddenly reappeared. Goosebumps erupted all over my body, and drops of sweat trickled down my forehead. I fumbled in the dark, following the woman’s voice, And unknowingly, I walked into a room with mirrors on all four sides. The mirror in front of me showed a man and a woman entangled in a struggle. The man was thrusting vigorously over the woman, heavy gasps continuously escaping his lips. Throughout the silent room, the woman’s moans — a mix of pleasure and pain — echoed. It made me blush intensely, wishing I could leave immediately. Just then, the scene shifted. The man suddenly pulled out a black ribbon and wrapped it around the woman’s neck. Slowly tightening it, the woman whimpered and struggled, but it was useless. I wanted to warn the woman, but I found I couldn’t make a sound. I watched, wide-eyed, as the man tightened his grip, and the woman gradually stopped moving. At that moment, a terrifying scene unfolded. The man suddenly turned his head, grinning at me. Recognizing his face, I gasped, covering my mouth in shock, but still couldn’t stop myself from screaming. “Ah!” I couldn’t control my scream. Then I realized it was just a dream. I gasped for air, my heart still pounding. The dream felt so real, as if it had actually happened. I put on my shoes and got out of bed, ready to get some water. But when I looked up, I saw the crying doll standing right beside my bed. Her eyes stared directly at me, looking both terrifying and eerie. And around her neck hung a black ribbon… But how could she be here? I distinctly remembered placing her in the glass case in the living room… After a moment of thought, I shook my head, dismissing the impractical ideas from my mind. Maybe I’d just intended to put the doll in the living room display, but hadn’t actually moved it. I certainly had a history of doing silly things like that!
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