H.D.E [Detention Centre] (Blissy x November)

[Vampyress]

[Picture Pending]

"Welcome to H.D.E"​

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Naturally there was a place for good girls and the bad.. Any girl deserving the title of "Good", you'd never find here. Here, this place, whatever it was.. It was something else entirely, unlike anything you had ever known. Only those with some of the wildest bizarre sexual fetishism would ever begin to believe such a place existed.. But that was just it, it wasn't a place existing for that purpose but something else entirely.. Naturally all of that stuff came second of course, as the purpose of such a place was branded as a form of "rehabilitation" a place where bad girls went to become good, perfect smiling little "adaptations" of their former selves.. and property of others. This place was no place of freedom, though it did exist, within its own hidden forms.. Naturally no new product would ever figure that out to their general understanding, they only knew what they were told and as such did exactly that.. Some might call it a jail, others a hospital but most knew it as a corporation.. and whatever they did, it made things work in this world and that was all that mattered. Companies wanted money and society wanted peace, laws had changed people had too at that and luxury was in poverty out. People worked at their perfect little jobs smiling to one another as the hours struck on by by the ticks of perfect little clocks and problems met swift resolve at the edge of a business firms daily meeting. Families smiled at one another as they'd walk through their streets with their children and properties and everything was so perfect. The company made it all possible, and it wasn't just cosmetic but it was real, image was one thing but mentality was more powerful. Not everyone in the world could have a pretty face and that was life, or so you were thought to believe. Your breasts couldn't be the perfect size you wanted them to be, or even your hips or bottom for that matter.. Plastic surgery was tacky and grotesque compared to the works of said company, with the things they were capable of it seemed less of a value to become "someone" else when you could become "something" else..

Time didn't seem to exist here, never in this place as minutes become hours and hours days, days minutes and minutes back into seconds. It didn't make much sense at all, but perhaps that was done as intended? Had logic really been so important in a place such as this? When it wasn't even the slightest consideration of a product to consider the basic fundamentals of their general living? What clothing should I wear today, how should my hair be done? None of it seemed to register to her.. Instead she found herself only bewildered by the general practice of trying to remember her own name. She went to sleep and woke up like everyone else, but it wasn't done in the same fashion as you might expect. There was no soft bed for her to lay down in and she'd never just simply rest her eyes until she doze off into a wonderful sleep that she'd later awake. Instead she felt more like she were wind up on a turn key or perhaps manipulated by a remote control that she had never seen. Her eyes closed suddenly and her minded ceased to work as it should in natural situations. Her body didn't collapse into padded sheets and warm snuggy pillows, instead simply just being turned off on what felt like command. It didn't make sense to her at all, but not much did..

Their were things to consider here, issues to address and errors to be fixed and that was all that she intended to commit herself to achieving. The odd part was, she hadn't even had the slightest idea as to why she felt the urge to do the things she did, it were simply as if there were just something inside her head that forced her to submit to such decisions and choices.. but naturally she loved obeying these said orders. They never left, the words were always their, it felt like they were literally burned into her mind, they flickered through her eyes as her head would only slowly bob at their presence and she'd feel so determined to comply. Some might say it was cruel to have said limited freedom, if any at all, but really when she went easy about it she found that she had more freedom then she could ever thought she may have had being equally defiant as she were obedient. These words, they spoke to her, guided her to reaching the peace with herself and seemed to diminish that sense of conflicting resistant disobedience that caused her so much stress and discomfort in her ever changing state of mind. She had learned the learning to listen was teaching herself everything she had needed to know and anything else wasn't worth knowing until her mind had instructed her to do so..

Sensibly the only thing she could do was gaze back at herself in her own empty reflection, mesmerized by what she was becoming. The room they kept her in was shiny, or so it seemed to be, with its sleek silver and white toned metallic walls that only appeared that way, they couldn't have the girls hurting themselves now could they? That was bad business and people were critical about the state of their products of course. She found herself lost in a wonderful reflection that was only herself. She felt dazed and confused by her appearance but then those words that she'd see in her eyes kicked back in and reminded her that everything was a-okay, just as it should be. Her inflated lips hung wide and open as ever as she found herself wondering if her lips could ever truly become as big as they were or if something else were- Yes.. they looked absolutely greet. Her eyes too, like an old television set on an offline station, colours of green black, yellow, blue, red and white barring beside one another in an empty dull fashion and gleaming with wonderful cybernetic glow that only technology could bare.. The rest of it was fuzzy to her, she thought her hair was blonde but was it? Of course it was, thats what the words in her eyes told her when she thought about it.. Oh where would she be without those words? They told her everything she needed to know and only that, everything else was not her business.. and not minding her own business meant that she was being a "bad girl" and she knew what happened when she was a "bad girl"? The more she tried to make out, the less and less seemed to matter to her.

Why was she here-? "Oh yes, she was suppose to be!"

Was she safe? "Of course she was"

What was her name "That wasn't important"

The words did their place as her mind served to challenge them but phase out slowly at the entry of the questions provided to her thoughts, as the answers literally rolled across her eyes in a digital font. No matter what she had intended to do, their was always a save answer to ease her fear. She felt fearless in a sense, but utterly terrified in another. She had no freewill, but all the freewill in the world and any doubt she had been filled and she'd so oddly go along with whatever answer she were provided.. She felt concern for other things too, not just the usual curiosities but others as well, ones that became more apparent to her as time seemed to disappear in its entirety and she would stare sluggishly at what she assumed to be her true reflection forever and ever and slowly she became even more clear to herself.. Her body felt mostly numb as she tried to register the temperature of the room, after learning the light intensity of it.

A well lit, warm silver and white metal room.. with a soft air flow?
"This is your home"

She'd nod slowly to herself slowly as she'd realize she must have been mostly naked due to exposure of the temperature in the room..

I am not naked am I? "You are dressed appropriately.."

It felt as if she wore nothing more then a cloth around her breasts and a pair of small panties.. and what was on her feet? Her toes they were numb..?


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[November Bleeds]

For the last fifteen years, Jacob Carlton had walked the main building of Happy Doll Enterprises. Since day one he had dedicated himself to his work no matter the circumstances of his life outside of his job. His job, it had become his life, consumed him for better or worse. He was so sucked into his job that he sometimes forgot that he had a home for his body to attend to, a place to rest and take care of himself. More often than not, Jacob would forget to eat, causing his anaemia to kick in and his body to grow rather weak. It was as if he took care of everything around him more than he had himself. Although, working your ass off at a corporation where all they did was fix and improve other people was almost so stressing that in some way the workers themselves would forget how to tend to their needs. Three meals a day and at least a minimum of eight hours of sleep. There was no such thing in Jacob's world. For him, one meal a day if not, snacking all day and then if the chance to sleep was given it was less than five hours. Somewhere along the line he had grown fond of his natural work ethic and continued to do as he always had. But he did pride himself in what he could do and one thing was for certain, he knew how to check up on the fellow girls of the building.

Walking down the main hall, Jacob held a chart out in his hands. He dressed rather neat yet his hair could tell the opposite story. He had natural orange-brown hair that was tied up into a pony tail at the back, hanging down but seemed a bit ill-brushed, bangs that hung on both sides of his face but no the middle and rode no lower than the top of his eyebrows. Although his hair was a bit messy, it did not change the fact that he dressed clean and tidy but there were less perfectionist things about him too. Having black rectangular glasses that sat on his face, a long-sleeved white shirt with black pants, shoes and a belt to match the last was the lab coat to top it all off. There were papers sticking from his lab coat pockets and the tops of pens that anyone could see from afar. With the height of six feet he was still slim yet toned underneath that small layer of clothing. Brown eyes and a frown more than a smile, he truly did seem rather caught up in what he was doing.

There had barely been any time in his books to greet anybody. As he heard the greeting 'Good afternoon Mr.Carlton' at least three times going down the hall, his face had been so stuffed inside of the notes on the clipboard that he didn't know what else to do with himself. There were pages and pages of written down procedures that had been done and all he was trying to do was catch up. There were many other practician like himself, others that worked and did the same things he did. But he had the responsibility of being head of the team. If anyone ever screwed up, he would have to clean up after them. That was one thing that he hated though, cleaning up after someone once they messed up so royally that the thing that broke was practically unfixable. Today however, he was not cleaning up a mess but he was taking on a project that had been going on for quite some time now. One of the largest and yet most dangerous surgeries had been done on one of their girls and of course, he was going to have to check up and ensure the staff as well as himself that everything was going to be all right.

At the end of the hall, Jacob shoved his hands inside of his lab pocket and with his other hand, held his clipboard, still reading over the charts and struggling to flip through pages with just one hand, reading all of the important little words aloud to himself in that of a whisper. Unlocking the door with a key card on his key chain, he slipped his keys back into his pocket.

The room was silent and all Jacob could think about was how the procedure seemed to go. What if something absolutely terrible went wrong? That would have been the worst of it. Doing eye-surgery as well was something that took time, effort and a lot of team patience; something that Jacob himself could not handle. Though he had the patience for his type of work, he could not stand working along side others who crowded over each other and spoke of their nonsensical lives over and over, bragging about riches they didn't have. No matter the team, no team was worth being on. He had other things to attend to. The room was so blank, nothing was in it. They didn't want their precious girls hurting themselves now did they? Technically however, they were not 'girls' but rather 'dolls'. He just liked to think of them as his girls on a more personal basis, but considering they were not exactly human and were not meant to be like humans... well he was probably taking a few steps backward rather than forward.

"Good afternoon," Were the first words to escape Jacob's lips as he took a couple steps into the room, his shoes making a sound that would echo off the walls had the padded bits had not lay against the walls. He made his way over to the doll in the middle of the room and took a good yet long look at her, standing in front of her so she could not see herself in the mirror she so much as liked to be looking at.

The entire experiment looked great. The body from head to toe, utter perfection. From her hair to her toes, it was beautiful to him. As though he were Dr.Frankenstein and this were his creation. Jacob always found himself lusting and envying a dolls life. It must have been such a great thing, but that was just the sick thoughts that ran through his head. If he were a woman, he probably would have enjoyed being a doll as well. Her breasts were just the right size, maybe a bit larger than that and were covered by one minor strip of cloth. Her hips were wide which made her backside look all that much better but was also hidden by a pair of panties. It was her face that he sort of enjoyed looking at the most and those giant doll lips that stood out like a sore thumb on her body. But the thing he was curious to see, the one thing that he had worried about the most, were her eyes... and yet, in a strange way they worked out to be so nice.

Holding his clipboard against his chest, he took out one of many pens from his lab coat pocket and held it in front of her. If she was as amazing as this chart said she was and if her flashing multicoloured eyes were straining perfection, then he would want to see them in action. "I want you to look at this pen. You will watch the pen. Your eyes will follow the pen. Do not move your head, only your eyes." Jacob would speak loud and slow, hoping she could hear him no matter what he said. And of course as a follow up, he would move the pen, left to right in a slow motion, watching her eyes to ensure she could move them within time.