Somewhere deep in my mind, I still have those little bits of unforgettable happy memories that I still remember and hope to not forget, ever.  

I remember waking up having a doll, always right by my side.  

Long, black hair, ridiculous big eyes with long eyelashes and it was dressed up in a pretty pink floral dress. She was the only 'friend' I had and the reason why I play  with her almost all day and all night. 

I make her 'eat' from those little toy cups, I make her sit , I make her sleep whenever I want to and  I doll her up in pretty dresses.  

I control her.  

Who knows 13 years later my fate would be the same as the doll. Controlled by someone. My own fate does not relies on my decisions but his.  

I eat when he asked me to. I wake up when he asked me to. I lock myself in my room when he asked me to.

And the worst part of it is that I love him.