People came from far and wide to see the Doll Collection. It was one of largest and most varied collections in the world. It had dolls from all eras from the oldest to the very newest, made from fabric, porcelain, straw, leather, and plastic. It even had a glass doll. He had spent his whole life amassing his collection. Starting out as a boy and then as a man, working just to be able to afford to buy the next precious figure, until one day he put them all on display and people started to come and pay to see them. He loved his collection. It was his life. He was proud of what he had done and he took great pleasure in seeing the people come every day and marvel at what was his, but there was one part of the collection that he knew no one would really understand and so he kept that private, just for him.
She had been his most recent acquisition. He had waited many years, slowing building his collection until he finally knew he was ready for her. It had taken a while to select the right one. After all these years he was determined to get it right, to complete his collection with something exceptional and she was most definitely that.
He spent hours of his day admiring her, dressing her up, doing her hair and make-up so that she looked just the part. He kept her upstairs in her own special room, a space just for her, with a pretty pink and white bed and matching curtains. Even though he lived alone he always locked her door. He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else seeing her or even worse losing her. After all he had waited years for her, denying himself over and over again until eventually he couldn’t stop himself any more
And now his collection was finally complete. She was his perfect doll. Well she would be soon, he just needed to teach her exactly what that meant.