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TW!! This story contains graphic descriptions of abuse and kidnapping He named me Dolly. I don't remember my real name. "I'm going to see your sister tonight, Dolly, be good." I've never met my sister. He spends every day with me, and every night with her. I always hear faint crying when he's with her. Rule one. My name is Dolly. I'm not allowed to speak. Rule two. I'm not allowed to move unless he makes me. And he does what he wants. Rule three. The doors are always locked. There is no going out of windows, and I'm not allowed to see my sister. I don't know my sisters name. He calls he a variety of names, a different one each time. He takes toys up to her room: rabbit ears, a cat costume... and a kettle. The kettle always has water in it. I never know the date, but he teaches me. He likes to read. He watches the same programme every day with me. Always the news. It's always the same news. "Look, Dolly, that's you!" He says, every time, "You're famous!" I've started seeing a small girl. I don't know who she is. Is she my sister? No... I think my sister is older than me. He said she was. Who is this girl?
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