'Stay like this. Don't move.', he said. I was laughing for a while laying on the floor like a dead doll but he looked so determined and I didn't want to destroy his pleasure.
I heard some clicks and shoe creaks of his direction but I didn't move. This time I really didn't. Only my pupils followed his always clean, strict, black shoes and I noticed a little dirt spot on the toe cap.
When he went outside? I started to think, we weren't allowed to go outside before lunch. I remembered he was talking to me about a dead rat near the fir tree, behind the house.
Maybe he went outside when we all had to listen to Timmy's piano playing. I didn't even notice he missed it. He lied to us? Because of a dead rat?
'Are we ready? My legs hurt...', I whispered but still didn't make a move. He sighed nervously.
'One more thing... if you don't mind...', he smiled and left me alone for a few seconds. My eyes almost fell out because of the impossible angle, I wanted to see what he was doing without moving my body. He came back with a little vial contained some maroon liquid.
'What's this?', I asked and my legs started hurting badly for real.
'Blood...', he said calmly. His voice sounded soft and angelic like he was talking about flowers.
'Would you let me take a picture with a few drops of this on your lips?', he asked and shaked the vial with a wide smile on his pretty but strange face.
'Where's this from?', I asked, he came closer and opened the vial. I started to believe I was really a lifeless doll on the floor and that he could do whatever he wanted with me. Anyway, when I was younger I also painted the lips of my old dolls pink or red sometimes. No big deal...
'Want to smell it before?', he asked but didn't even wait for my answer, he put that thing under my nose carefully. Close enough to make me feel a little bit strange in my stomach. I sniffed. He laughed.
'Quick, before they find us like this, okay?', I said and I only saw his knees in front of my eyes, he then dugged his forefinger into that evil liquid and put a few drops on my lower lips.
'I kinda want to know its taste, you don't?', he asked me and we both looked at each other.
'Well...', I started and when these words came out I accidentally licked my lips and tasted that reddish stuff.
'Haha, you look like a vampire now, my little dolly.', he smiled and then licked his finger.
'Not that bad, hm?'
I was wondering after that day... what we will become? Only God knows...