Jareth opened the plain cardboard that had been dropped on his
doorstep. The box was entirely nondescript, it was, in essence,
just a box, an ordinary, boring, box. Jareth ran his hand along
the bottom of the package, and found it damp. A thick red liquid
dripped steadily out of the cardboard container onto the pale
white carpet below. He smiled to himself, his gift had arrived.
He opened the box, and removed a thick yellow blanket wrapped in
a bundle. He slowly pulled the blanket open and felt his heart
flutter with anticipation. A hideously shrunken body greeted his
eager eyes. The man's arms and legs had been forcibly removed.
The man's eyes darted back and forth frantically.
"What's it like to be a doll?" Jareth asked sweetly, and ran his
fingers gently down the contours of the man's face. The man shook
his head violently.
"What's it like to be a doll?" asked Jareth harshly. He put his
hand over the man's mouth and nose. The man struggled to breathe,
but Jareth held his hand firm. The body went limp, and Jareth
lifted up the lifeless body, gently putting the body in a glass
case and closed the small door. He walked up a set of rickety
wooden stairs to a makeshift viewing platform that he had made.
Jareth gazed down at the endless rows of glass cases. They
extended as far as the eye could see in every direction. His
collection was almost complete. He heard the doorbell ring and
walked with a skip in his step to answer it.Little Sophie Walker
stood at the door wearing a girl-scout uniform, and holding a
stack of colorful pamphlets. Jareth knelt down to Sophie's level.
"Sophie, do you like dolls?" asked Jareth with a smile.
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