The doll sat alone outside, fidgeting as it waited for its witch to let it back in. Any minute now! Any minute!! Except minutes became hours, became days, became weeks, became months. Through rain & shine, day & night.

The doll kept calling out. Unsure if the witch could hear it or not. "This one loves you. This one will wait as long as it takes. This one hopes you're okay. Reach out at any time." This was the promise it made. The witch heard it and they didn't respond to the doll itself. The love & care the doll offered was simply obsession in the witch's mind. They cursed at it under their breath.

The witch didn't see any error in their treatment of the little thing. Everything was fine at first. The doll was easy and it was always eager. But that incessant worrying!!

The doll grew more desperate over time as it saw the witch replace it inside from where it sat outside. Calling out and begging the witch. All while sobbing uncontrollably, feeling uncertain and terribly confused by the witch who just months ago said "I love you." Right after they had pleasured themself with it.