How I Got Here - "A Doll's Perspective" by Mr Franz aka NJ
The short tale of how one of my dolls came to be with me. Told from her perspective.
Namaskar! Myself Jyoti Dahl.
I'm a simple Hindu girl from Northeast India. I'm 22 years old and come from a good family. I was raised to respect my elders and to be mindful of the feelings of others. Everything was fine until one day I woke up in a cold, smelly warehouse somewhere in China. How I ended up there, I do not know.
There were lots of other girls just like me there. None of us had a stitch on and we were all scared and cold! I was so embarrassed and frightened, I didn't know what to do. Then, things got even worse! Two men wearing surgical masks suddenly came up to me. One snatched the hair right off my head and the other began twisting my head round and round, until it just popped off!
Next thing you know, they were taping my hands and feet and wrapping a pink blanket around me! Then they stuffed my body into a big plastic bag and dumped me into a big cardboard box! Next, one of them put my head in a white sack and dropped it in the box with me! Then they closed the box and wrapped tape all around the outside so I couldn't get out. It was so dark, I couldn't see anything. I wanted to cry, but I was just too scared.
The box I was in got pushed, shoved and bounced around, for what seemed like ages. Sometimes I could hear people talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Other times it was dead silent. I think I might have been in an airplane at some point, but I'm not really sure. All I knew was, they were taking me someplace far, far away. I was sure I was going to die, so I just prayed and prayed the whole time.
Just when I'd given up hope, all the moving and thrashing stopped. It seemed like my journey had finally come to an end. Before long though, someone started moving me again. Only this time it seemed like they were being a lot more careful than before.
Once they got me where I was going, everything fell quiet for a moment. Then I heard cutting noises and I could feel my box being tipped first one side than the other and I got really scared. All of a sudden, the whole box got lifted right off of me! I still couldn't see anything, but for the first time in weeks I was no longer in darkness.
Someone started opening the white sack containing my head, but I was too scared to look. I just kept my eyes shut tight while my head was being attached to the rest of me. Finally, I found the courage to open my eyes. That's when I saw kindly old Mr. Franz for the first time. I was still scared and naked, but somehow his reassuring gaze made me know everything was going to be okay.
Mr. Franz was ever so gentle. He got me out of that hot plastic bag and cut all the tape from my hands and feet without so much as a scratch. It was great having my hair back too. I was finally starting to feel like me again. I was still quite dirty and a bit smelly from being cooped up for so long, but since I was so tired and weak, Mr. Franz decided to just pick me up and put me to bed before getting me cleaned up. I slept for the rest of that day, all through the night and most of the next.
When I finally woke up, there was Mr. Franz looking down at me with his gentle, reassuring smile. It was so comforting to see him again, but a little embarrassing too since I still had nothing on. He took me to his office and told me to stand in front of his desk. Then he brought a small pail of warm water and a soft sponge and began gently cleaning me. My goodness that felt sooooo good! He must have gone over me 5 or 6 times before all the crud was gone. Then he wrapped a soft towel around me and patted me dry.
I felt really fresh, cozy and safe. Then Mr. Franz brought out a container of cornstarch. I had no idea what that was, but once he started dusting me with it, I didn't care. My skin felt so silky! He smoothed it all out afterward with a little brush thingy. That felt good too, but kind of tickled and made me laugh. That's when Mr. Franz gave me a big hug and a tear rolled down his cheek.
The only clothes I had was a pink nightie those bad men stuffed in the box with me before sealing it up. It was way too big, but still better than nothing. Mr. Franz ordered me some new clothes and underthings right away. measuring me real careful top to bottom to make sure everything would fit just right when it arrived.
That was five years ago. I still don't know exactly what happened or how I came to be in that dirty old warehouse in China. All I remember is going to sleep that night and waking up there. I think maybe I was drugged and kidnapped or something. Not sure, but I saw Mr. Franz' checkbook and he sent a bunch of money to someone called WM about 3 weeks before I got here. I figure that must have been my ransom. Anyway, sure glad he paid it. Else who knows what would have happened to me!
I miss my family sometimes, but I have a great new life here. I have lots of nice clothes and things to wear and lots of friends to play with and then there's kindly old Mr. Franz. I think he needs me just as much as I need him.....
Well that's all for now. Next time I'll tell everyone all about meeting Suzy. She lives here too!
The short tale of how one of my dolls came to be with me. Told from her perspective.
Namaskar! Myself Jyoti Dahl.
I'm a simple Hindu girl from Northeast India. I'm 22 years old and come from a good family. I was raised to respect my elders and to be mindful of the feelings of others. Everything was fine until one day I woke up in a cold, smelly warehouse somewhere in China. How I ended up there, I do not know.
There were lots of other girls just like me there. None of us had a stitch on and we were all scared and cold! I was so embarrassed and frightened, I didn't know what to do. Then, things got even worse! Two men wearing surgical masks suddenly came up to me. One snatched the hair right off my head and the other began twisting my head round and round, until it just popped off!
Next thing you know, they were taping my hands and feet and wrapping a pink blanket around me! Then they stuffed my body into a big plastic bag and dumped me into a big cardboard box! Next, one of them put my head in a white sack and dropped it in the box with me! Then they closed the box and wrapped tape all around the outside so I couldn't get out. It was so dark, I couldn't see anything. I wanted to cry, but I was just too scared.
The box I was in got pushed, shoved and bounced around, for what seemed like ages. Sometimes I could hear people talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Other times it was dead silent. I think I might have been in an airplane at some point, but I'm not really sure. All I knew was, they were taking me someplace far, far away. I was sure I was going to die, so I just prayed and prayed the whole time.
Just when I'd given up hope, all the moving and thrashing stopped. It seemed like my journey had finally come to an end. Before long though, someone started moving me again. Only this time it seemed like they were being a lot more careful than before.
Once they got me where I was going, everything fell quiet for a moment. Then I heard cutting noises and I could feel my box being tipped first one side than the other and I got really scared. All of a sudden, the whole box got lifted right off of me! I still couldn't see anything, but for the first time in weeks I was no longer in darkness.
Someone started opening the white sack containing my head, but I was too scared to look. I just kept my eyes shut tight while my head was being attached to the rest of me. Finally, I found the courage to open my eyes. That's when I saw kindly old Mr. Franz for the first time. I was still scared and naked, but somehow his reassuring gaze made me know everything was going to be okay.
Mr. Franz was ever so gentle. He got me out of that hot plastic bag and cut all the tape from my hands and feet without so much as a scratch. It was great having my hair back too. I was finally starting to feel like me again. I was still quite dirty and a bit smelly from being cooped up for so long, but since I was so tired and weak, Mr. Franz decided to just pick me up and put me to bed before getting me cleaned up. I slept for the rest of that day, all through the night and most of the next.
When I finally woke up, there was Mr. Franz looking down at me with his gentle, reassuring smile. It was so comforting to see him again, but a little embarrassing too since I still had nothing on. He took me to his office and told me to stand in front of his desk. Then he brought a small pail of warm water and a soft sponge and began gently cleaning me. My goodness that felt sooooo good! He must have gone over me 5 or 6 times before all the crud was gone. Then he wrapped a soft towel around me and patted me dry.
I felt really fresh, cozy and safe. Then Mr. Franz brought out a container of cornstarch. I had no idea what that was, but once he started dusting me with it, I didn't care. My skin felt so silky! He smoothed it all out afterward with a little brush thingy. That felt good too, but kind of tickled and made me laugh. That's when Mr. Franz gave me a big hug and a tear rolled down his cheek.
The only clothes I had was a pink nightie those bad men stuffed in the box with me before sealing it up. It was way too big, but still better than nothing. Mr. Franz ordered me some new clothes and underthings right away. measuring me real careful top to bottom to make sure everything would fit just right when it arrived.
That was five years ago. I still don't know exactly what happened or how I came to be in that dirty old warehouse in China. All I remember is going to sleep that night and waking up there. I think maybe I was drugged and kidnapped or something. Not sure, but I saw Mr. Franz' checkbook and he sent a bunch of money to someone called WM about 3 weeks before I got here. I figure that must have been my ransom. Anyway, sure glad he paid it. Else who knows what would have happened to me!
I miss my family sometimes, but I have a great new life here. I have lots of nice clothes and things to wear and lots of friends to play with and then there's kindly old Mr. Franz. I think he needs me just as much as I need him.....
Well that's all for now. Next time I'll tell everyone all about meeting Suzy. She lives here too!
