Daddy took care of her pain– and he made her call him Daddy, the best her missing tongue- tip would allow.
Bratty- Doll, Barbara- Doll and Crybaby- Doll. These were three girls brutalized, disfigured, assaulted and tortured by Mitch Carrington, a local janitor and a monster all in one. Employed at Broadgate High, he began obsessing over art teacher Katie Richards almost immediately, and would nurture that obsession for months leading into he captivity. While attending a faculty mandated party, she fought off the advances of Death Heathgraves, another teacher at her school. Meanwhile, Mitch continued watching her from a distance, garage billowing in his stomach as he recalled how she treated the present he gifted to her. A fourteen inch tall doll, holding a striking resemblance to her while missing it's foot. Disgusted and terrified by his odd behavior, she pushed back to return it back to him. Angry at her, he knew her time free was coming closer to an end. The night of that party he waited in the backseat of her car where he drugged her and left her to wake up confused in his mansion in the woods. Too far for anyone to hear her screaming, she didn't waste time running and hunting for the exit. This is when she laid eyes on the deformity which was Bratty-Doll, a woman whose head was significantly larger than her smaller, petite body now. Warning her running would end badly, Katie-Doll has no idea just how badly it'll get.
It was just easier to play along. When she was a good girl, she was praised. But, when she was bad, she was punished. One time, he had wrenched off one of her hateful plastic arms and then anally raped her with said appendage. Thankfully, it had just been with the relatively small baby fist– perhaps as big as a toddler’s hand– but she had learned her lesson. Yet, he had done worse things than that to her. She didn’t like to court those thoughts; they came of their own accord, whenever they wanted to.
Within her first day in his captivity, Katie went through the amputation of her right foot without any anesthesia or pain medication. Determined to make her the exact replica of the doll he tried to gift her, it unfortunately would maim her in the process. After weeks of recovery and depression, she knows her only chances of survival come from playing into this role so perfectly. When she first met the other dolls in a staged tea party, they tried to warn her of the danger she was in, but it'll cost them their lives in the process. Barabra-Dolly, a favorite of his for sexual abuse and torture, would be killed as he inserted a twenty inch diameter sex toy into her backside. Alive through the ordeal, she died in horrific pain while Katie-Doll was forced to watch it all. His favorite, she was the only one obligated to call him by his name, the others forced to call him Daddy. After weeks kept inside, luck would finally be on her side as he began suffering a fatal heart attack in front of her. Leaving him to die, it gave her the opportunity to escape and begin making a name for herself as an artist. Capitalizing off of the doll art she painted, she's made a name for herself but it'll never let her actually feel safe again.
“How’s my baby girl? How’s my pretty baby? Does baby need milkies? Does baby have poopoo in her bum bum?” “Goo goo, ga ga.” “Pretty baby, sweet baby, come to Daddy.”