In your old home.

Your eyes are fluttering.

Except that... they aren't. They can't. You are a doll and dolls don't move.

But somehow, your eyes are open again, or you are awake and it takes a while until your eyes have adjusted to the light around you (and that's certainly something dolls do not experience). You stare at what's in front of you. There's nothing else you can do. You can't move your head, you can't even move your eyes. Your sight is extremely limited this way, you notice. It was great to be human, because...

... wait, you are still human, no? You still can think. You still can - feel. Or can you? You definitely feel something. Mostly a hot, pulsating desire, coming from your lower abdomen, emanating through your body. Fuck. You are still horny as hell. You need a cock. There's not much else you can feel, not even the air, but then again, that's all that matters, isn't it? Sex.

A person steps into your view. You'd gasp if you could gasp. Instead, you just stare at the person with open eyes, immobile, lifeless, like a doll.

It's Dave.