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"WOMAN! Make me something to eat!" I heard Dr.Finklestein call. I sighed. He may treat me like a slave, but he IS my creator.
I've been living here for four long years now. I've been making him food, getting him things for his creations, cleaning his room, sweeping the floor, you get the picture. I'm a slave.
I have no friends. None. And I don't blame anybody. Who would want to be friends with a slave?
I walked into the kitchen and opened a cabinet. I took out a jar that said "Worms Wort" and closed the cabinet. I opened a drawer and grabbed a bowl and a spoon. I opened the jar of Worms Wort and poured it into the bowl. Then, I put the spoon into the bowl. "SHILOH! WHERE IS MY FOOD?!" I heard Dr.Finklestein shout. "I'm coming!" I shouted back.
I walked into his creation room and placed the bowl in front of him. "Here's your meal." I said. "Ah, Worms Wort. The very same meal Sally made for me the night she escaped." I looked at him with a shocked look on my face. "I would never betray you like that other ragdoll did!" "Hmph. We will see." He started to eat his soup.
I walked out. "Not even a 'Thank you, Shiloh.' " I mumbled to myself. "Shiloh! Go clean my room!" He ordered. Again? I cleaned it yesterday! I walked to his room. It was...horrible. How could he make it look this bad in ONE DAY?! I'm not even going to describe how bad it looked. I'm guessing that it had something to do with Jewel. As much as I hate her, he makes the Doctor happy and that's all I care about. I know what you're probably thinking right now. I AM NOT in love with the Doctor, I simply care about him. He's my creator after all!
Ugh...How am I going to clean this HORRIBLY untidy room?!
~Part 3 coming soon!~
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