*This is the origin story of a character from my “The doll” stories. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*
The year was 1864. There lived the Davidson family. Karina, Rhian, and their ten year old daughter, Rose, whom they loved more than life.
They were a happy, loving family.
But they didn’t have enough money for a healthy, good life.
So, Rhian had set out for a job.
He wouldn’t tell Karina or Rose what this job was, but he came back with money. He came back and they would have milk that wasn’t spoiled, eggs that weren’t rotten. The fact that their life got slightly better was enough for her.
One day, he brought Rose a pristine porcelain doll with brown curls wearing a green lace dress. It was just what she wanted, but could never get.
On that same day, he took them to a beautiful, clean mansion.
“Welcome home!” Rhian exclaimed, gently taking Karina’s gloved hand as they stepped off the shiny black carriage. Rose had already skipped out with her doll, whom she named “Chrysanthemum”.
“This…this is our home?” Karina asked, amazed at the grand estate.
“For as long as we live.” Rhian said.
His eyes had a sparkle in them that she thought was lost forever. He seemed so vibrant, so full of life! At that moment, Karina realized something.
Her family was saved.
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Rose, being ahead of them, had already run into the house. She left the door ajar in her excitement.
Karina was about to walk in, but she found herself being held by arms that were strong and supportive.
Rhian’s arms.
Karina blushed a little, the same warmth rising in her chest as when she first laid eyes on him.
“It’s for you, my love.” He smiled.
He carried her over the threshold.
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He wouldn’t put her down once they got in the mansion. She went past paintings, statues, and flowers. He walked up the stairs, still carrying her.
Then, she was finally set down.
Karina looked around. She couldn’t see anything in the room. It was all complete darkness.
She listened to Rhian light a candle and then, the room was bathed in dim, hazy light.
The only thing the room had was a white bed, big enough for the two of them. There was nothing else in the room. Just the bed.
“What I did was so vile, so cruel, so against the ways of life.” Rhian whispered, setting the candle on the ground.
He was behind her, but she could hear the sadness in his voice. It was so different from the love she heard earlier.
“How do you mean?” Karina asked.
One arm wrapped around her waist tenderly. It was just the two of them in the room.
“I thought I could show you something beautiful before your demise.”
Karina’s throat clamped up. Demise? He couldn’t possibly mean anything of it! Why was he trying to scare her? And at this lovely house, too? It wasn’t like him to be this way. Rhian was an honest man.
“I love you, Karina.”
His tender hold was more forceful. He swiftly raised a piece of cloth to her lips. She wriggled and screamed, but he held her firmly. The cloth tasted of salted cotton. The room was getting dimmer.
Then it was dark.
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