Devil Dolls:

Simone’s Notes:

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There is nothing more deadly than killers with angel faces. These type of women play into Manami’s advantage. These are her precious devil dolls. They are her soldiers to keep newly turned incubi and succubi in their place. Tonight proved that to be true.

The dolls sat in their lounge, hungry for more blood. A private looked up from her blade.

“We need a new toy to play with,” she complained. She turned her attention the captain. “Any new pets yet?” she asked.

“No,” the captain said.

“Can’t we just go out on a hunt?”

“No! We wait for the signal from out mistress.”

Just then, the yellow light flashed on and the monitor popped up. Manami stood at the door outside. The captain lowered her throwing knife.

“Let’s go,” she said. The captain rose to her feet and went out the room. The rest of the dolls followed suit. It’s a newly-made incubus tonight. Looks about fourteen to fifteen years old. Pretty attractive for his age. Manami rested her hand upon his shoulder. The captain eyed this new target.

“Oh and who is this?” she asked.

“Your new project,” the Fallen princess replied.

“Oh really? And what would you like me to do?”

Manami turned to the beautiful boy. “He isn’t drinking blood like he is supposed to.”

“And why is that?”

“He’s just not used to it.”

“And you want us to fix him?”

“Exactly.”

The captain gave her a little smirk. “No problem. This’ll be fun.”

Manami gave her a wicked smile. “Good, I knew I could depend on you.” She gave the incubus a little nudge.

“Go on,” she said. “Give my girls a good time.” She pushed the boy forward and walked away. The incubi looked up at the captain. She licked her lips at him.

“Come into the game my little pet.” The captain grabbed onto his shoulder and dragged him into the apartment.

Dishes of blood covered the wide glass coffee table in the deep, black-red living room lit with white tea candles all over the hard, colorless floor. Two of the devil dolls led the incubus into the room. They pushed him down onto his knees. Their new project looked up at all of them with a blank look on his face. The captain made her way over to him. She turned his head over to the bowls.

“You see these?” she asked. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.

“Don’t speak, nod!” the captain commanded. The incubus closed his mouth and nodded. The captain kept that cold look on her face.

“Good,” she said. “Because you…” The succubus pushed his head closer to a bowl. “You are going to drink up all of this blood.” Her squad snickered as they watched the color drain even further from his face. The captain slapped the project on the back hard.

“Go on! Get to it!” she commanded. The young incubus winced at the pain and then turned back to the table in front of him. Not much of a choice given to him tonight, was there? The incubus reluctantly picked up a dish and held it there for a moment. The seconds held like hours as he hesitated. The captain sneered at him.

“Drink it!” she snapped. The beautiful boy took in a mouthful of air and drank up the first dish. The devil dolls watched him like sadistic children around a dying puppy. The young incubus fought hard to keep the taste and the blood down long enough to swallow. The captain glanced down at him after a few seconds.

“How is it?” she asked. The incubus quickly lifted his head.

“Good!” he said with a quick nod. The captain smirked at him.

“Would our little pet like some more?” she asked. The project shook his head.

“Nah, I’m good,” he said. The captain leaned in close to his face.

“You don’t want to hurt my squad’s feelings, do you?” she asked as she showed him the remaining blood. The boy’s just grew wide. Something told him they weren’t done yet. Not a good idea to argue either. He only nodded with a snow white face. The incubus picked up the second dish and began to drink up.

The devil dolls didn’t let him let up either. They even began to push him to drink up more and more. The smell and taste in such large quantities gradually overpowered him. But yet, the dolls wouldn’t let him stop until the very last drop was in his belly.

“Getting sick, baby?” one of the girls would ask him if he started to slow down. The young incubus had to shake his head and keep going. Pretty soon, stomach started to rebel on its own.

Halfway through the last dish, the boy paused and tried to fight back the vomit.

“Oh look!” a lieutenant called. “Baby’s gonna barf!” The incubus gave it his all not to. No, please!, he pleaded. Don’t do this to me! I can take this! Really I can! The boy didn’t throw up, but it ended up going black all over in inches for him. The last thing he could remember was the captain hissing with no sympathy in her voice, “Get up you wuss! You’ll get used to it!”

Then, he heard no more…

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