Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
As I sat in the dark room, I wondered why I agreed to participate in the Beckett’s Haunted Mansion. There was a thunderstorm outside. So lightning would light up the room periodically. When it did, I couldn’t help but get scared of my own reflection in the mirror. The Raggedy Ann costume looked so demented. As did all of the hundreds of dolls around the room. I sat in a corner trembling as I heard screams from the other rooms. I was to blend in with all of the other dolls then pop out and scare them. But when I heard the door open, I froze. I heard men’s voices. They were laughing and talking about how they’ve always wanted to fuck a doll. I remembered reading about agalmatophilia. Then they walked right up to me. One turned on the flashlight on their phone and shined it right on me. He started touching me and telling the other guys that I was so realistic. Then they started touching me as well. I was too scared to move. Luckily, he put the phone down, so I was able to blink and breathe. But then they began groping me.
Becketts’ Haunted Mansion Part 2
They started ripping my costume off. I heard faint screams in the other rooms, a thunderstorm in the distance, and knocking on the door along with jiggling of the doorknob. I felt like it wasn’t even real. I couldn’t move. It all felt like a nightmare. They just kept talking about how they couldn’t believe how realistic I was. And how they wanted to buy a doll like me. Then they started pounding all of my holes relentlessly. They used my body like a rag doll. They filled every hole with cum, and they came all over me. As I laid there, I heard them contemplating on whether or not they could get away with stealing me.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457