I used to be Jimmy. I was the kind of man no one noticed—until Emily did. She was kind, protective, and impossibly confident. When she chose me, I felt lucky enough to ignore everything that should have scared me: her rules, her dolls, the way she liked things quiet and controlled. The factory was supposed to be a gift. Instead, it became the place where I lost my body. Something went wrong with the machines. Or maybe nothing did. When I woke up, I was restrained, reshaped, sealed into something soft, smooth, and unmoving. Emily said it was an accident. She said she’d take care of me. She gave me a new name—Candi—because it sounded “cuter.” Now I stand in her Doll Room, posed and maintained. I’m dressed, adjusted, checked on, and spoken to gently, as if I no longer understand myself. My needs are handled for me. My dignity is not considered. I am aware of everything. I just don’t get a say.

So we left our hero at the end of Pt 1 hiding in a doll box, because he fell/was pushed into a life size doll making machine by his girlfriend, the night shift guard has come by doing his rounds and notices a young girl loading what looks like a doll that has just come off the assembly line..... "Yes" said Emily, "Its for a hospital in Canada, she should entertain the kids up there for years" (Great back story Em) The guard looked into the box, "Oh my" he said "Couldn't they have found a prettier doll?" Emily laughed, they both laughed actually, Ive never been so embarrassed, but I felt a bit insulted too, (Strange) then I heard the guard say, "I'll help you load the accessories," (Accessories?) A stand like the one I had been trapped in on the conveyer was loaded next to me, then the guard said, "Don't forget the remote, shes not much good without that." (Remote?) Just as we were about to drive off the guard shouted, "Whoa, hang on she doesnt have her pacifier, he picked up a pink one and pressed it firmly in my mouth, "Oh and she doesnt have any ties on her, just wait one minute, we dont want her sliding all over while you take her on her trip do we?" and again he laughed, he came back with plastics ties and secured my legs to the box, then a large one around my waist, then one around my left wrist which was fastened to my belt around my waist which made it look like I had my hand on my hip, my left wrist was fastened above my head that made me like a ballet dancer, "There you go" he said "I dont think she will get out of that anytime soon." Emily leant in and whispered, "Don't worry I will get you out when we get down the road a little," I remember winking at her, As we drove away from the loading dock I heard Emily say, "Bye Bob, See you again next year" (How did she know his name,? and what was in the envolope he gave her? See you next year?) As we drove away I tried to get out but he had me secured to the box, it was hopeless, I had to escape

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