So yeah I'm... 5'2, blonde though not naturally blond. Bubbly. Skinny. Popular. Love my makeup and clothes, like the total doll babe I am.

So, here's where I went wrong. I pissed off the wrong guy. For years I have had this beta orbiter nerd of a guy into me and.... hey. I lead him on. He was into all sorts of nerdy, occulty shit. Had a huge poster of Aleister Crowley. That sort of thing.

Anyway one day he finally musters up the courage to ask me out. And...well I laugh. Because why would I go out with him? Well I felt a bit bad about laughing in his face but it's better if im honest to him, I thought.

That night there's a thunderstorm and I hear my car alarm going off. I go out to turn it off and who would have thought it but the fucking window is broken. By...a brick. With a note wrapped around it.

You think you're such a hot little doll. Well by the time you read this note my occult working will be complete and you will find yourself becoming that doll.

Weird. But... Maybe it was my run earlier but my legs do feel stiff. And my arms...and my...neck...and...I can't...

A half an hour in the soaking rain, motionless, crawled by before a van arrived. I see that vicious nerd wizard... He throws a towel over my head and manoevers me into the van.

"I've advertised you for sale. One as yet unused but second hand sex doll. Three working holes, bit of an unnatural expression but that's why you're so cheap. And guess what bitch. I'm driving you to your new buyer."

I try to call him a cunt but... I can't.

"Spell wears off when you've ingested one fluid gallon of semen."

As the van rolls down the road I find myself helplessly rolling with it.