Complications

As Troy returned home from work, the house he returned to was eerily silent. There was no sign of Mia, and her car was gone again. He wondered if she was still embarrassed about the events of yesterday. If she was, she definitely wasn't prepared for tomorrow.

His thoughts drifted towards Mia's doll, sitting untouched in his bedroom, covered in his cum. Troy had to adjust his pants as he thought about how he'd left her like that all day. Soaking. He trudged up the stairs to his room, and moved over by the desk where he had left the doll.

Wait, wasn't this where he left her? He did a 360 degree turn, and glanced around the room. He shuffled papers, and shifted toys, hoping to find her sitting behind one. Nothing. The doll was gone. Vanished without a trace. But why? Did it have a time limit? He hadn't read about anything like that in the manual. But what other explanation was there. Three dolls, but only two days each? That didn't seem like nearly enough time. He'd have to change his plans.

A chilling thought crossed his mind: what if he had misused the doll? Was there some kind of rules for its use? He broke some magic rule, and the doll disappeared? What about the other dolls? What if they were all gone? Panic welled up inside him as he considered the possibilities, making his fingers tremble uncontrollably.

Determined to find answers, Troy first checked his closet, where he'd stashed everything. The two blank dolls, and all three doll tubes were all still there, packaging intact. He made a **** search throughout the house, tearing apart closets and drawers in hopes of finding some clue as to the doll's whereabouts. But try as he might, he could not find the doll of Mia. It was gone.

Of course, he could always make a new one. Hmm. Only three dolls. If he used two on Mia, it would leave him with only one remaining. Was it worth it? Troy thought back on the previous days events, and decided.

Next, Troy looked around for Mia's hairbrush. Damn, did he put it back? Mia could have noticed it missing. Heading into the bathroom, it seemed cleaner somehow. He did a quick visual scan, then went to search Mia's bathroom drawer. He searched through the tangle of cords and objects, but there was no sign of the hairbrush.

Panicking, Troy thought through his options. He looked on the edge of the basin and shower drains for loose hair, but it seemed they had been cleaned out or wiped down. He couldn't make a new doll without a hair. Think, Troy. Where else would loose hair be?

Triumphantly, Troy lifted the toilet lid, and looked closely. There were a few pubes stuck around the rim of the bowl. Thank god he and Mia had different hair colours. He internally cringed as he reached out and grabbed the pube, but it had to be done. Success. He had what he needed. He could wash his hands later.

With a sense of urgency propelling him forward, Troy hurried into his room and retrieved the second doll. This one was the same as the first had been; its body was smooth and featureless, awaiting the imprint of Mia's essence. Carefully, he ran his finger along the doll's body, and found the familiar opening in its back.

Using the pube he had collected earlier, he carefully inserted it into the opening, infusing the new doll with Mia's essence. As before, the doll didn't change upon inspection, but the opening disappeared, and this was proof enough to Troy that this doll would work the same as the last.

As he placed the doll in its tube on the windowsill, Troy felt a perverse thrill coursing through him, figuring out his plan for Mia tomorrow. Of course, he'd have to call in sick to work, but it would be worth it.

Mia returned to her car feeling a mix of relief and unease. She had purchased a sturdy lockbox, a few door locks, and some stainless steel padlocks. As she drove away from the hardware store, she couldn't stop thinking about Troy. The thought of staying in the same house as him, with no real security measures in place, made her feel **** and scared.

Overwhelmed, Mia pulled over to the side of the road, and retrieved the doll of her from the back seat. Was she going crazy? She brought it up to her eye level, matching its gaze, and shuddered. It was like staring into a mirror, but the doll felt... soulless somehow? How did Troy make this? Magic didn't exist, but... Mia recalled her shower, how she used the doll as an object, the sensations she felt with her entire body. That was no delusion. That was real. Magic, even.

With a deep breath, Mia picked up the lockbox, and locked the doll away. The doll shouldn't exist. No one should have this power. No one could be trusted with it. She put the key in her purse front pocket, and sat back in the driver's seat. She needed time to recover, to process everything that had happened, and to gather her strength. She needed somewhere to stay.

With a sigh, she reached for her phone and looked through her contacts. Who could she call? Lisa was living in a small apartment with her partner and two cats, and she knew Emily worked long hours and couldn't disrupt her schedule. After a moment of contemplation, she dialed Sarah, remembering the redhead's outgoing personality, and the many nights she'd spent trying to get Mia to loosen up and join her out clubbing.

It rang for what felt like an eternity before Sarah finally picked up, sounding slightly tipsy and out of breath. "Hello? Who is this?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Mia took a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to ask for help. "Hi Sarah, it's Mia, from psych. Could I ask you a massive favour?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then Sarah's voice came back, sounding both surprised and excited. "Mia, of course! I was just thinking about you, wondering whatever happened to that girl who always left parties before midnight. What's up?"

Mia hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I need a place to stay for a night or two. My housemate Troy's being a perv, and I just need some time away from him. Is that okay?"

Sarah's tone turned serious. "Of course it is. You can stay with me as long as you need to. I'm glad you called, Mia. I haven't seen you much since I switched majors."

As Mia pulled into Sarah's driveway, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that confronting Troy was inevitable, but for now, she could take refuge in Sarah's home. As they sat on the couch, catching up on each other's lives, the air between them felt charged with energy.

The more time they spent together, the more Mia found herself forgetting about her situation. The way Sarah joked around with her, the way she touched her arm when she laughed, it all felt so intimate and familiar. As they sat on the couch, Mia couldn't help but notice the way Sarah looked at her, a mixture of curiosity and longing in her eyes. She tried to convince herself that it was just the closeness of their friendship, but a small voice inside her head insisted otherwise.

As Mia prepared for bed, she realized she hadn't packed a toothbrush, or any spare clothes. Feeling embarrassed, she asked Sarah if she could borrow some.

"Of course, Mia!" Sarah replied, disappearing into her room. A moment later, she returned with a pair of silky, thin pajamas. They seemed almost transparent.

Mia hesitated, feeling that they were a bit revealing. "Thanks, Sarah, but these seem... um, a bit risqué." she said, trying to sound polite.

Sarah laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Don't be silly! They're just pajamas. And I normally sleep in the nude, so it's less risqué than that." She held them out to Mia again, urging her to take them.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable but grateful for Sarah's understanding, Mia agreed to wear the pajamas. As she got changed in the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about how exposed she was. Returning to the lounge, she wondered if Sarah was looking at her inappropriately or if she was just overthinking things.

"You must have been in a hurry," Sarah said, raising an eyebrow, "not even time to pack a bag."

"Yeah, I guess I was," Mia replied, trying to sound casual. "I just... needed a break."

Sarah nodded. "I understand. Sometimes we all need a break." She paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully "If there's ever anything you want to talk about, you know you can come to me."

Despite the surface-level conversation, both women knew that there was more going on beneath the words. Mia excused herself again to brush her teeth. It was lucky Sarah kept a spare toothbrush.

When Mia returned to the lounge room, she found that Sarah had already made up the couch for her. "You didn't have to do that," Mia said, feeling awkward.

Sarah shrugged. "It's no problem. There's a trick to folding it out, so I thought it would be easier if I took care of it."

Mia climbed onto the made up couch, still feeling awkward about the situation. She knew she needed to confront Troy sooner rather than later, but she also knew that she needed more time to process what was happening and figure out what she could do about it.