Dolly

I accidentally stepped on my sister's baby and crushed it. They say a child is a piece of a mother's own flesh. To make it up to her, I cut a piece of flesh from my own stomach and gave it to my sister. Less than a week later, the lump of meat suddenly came alive. It grew eyes and a nose, and even opened its mouth to call me "Mom." 1 It all started a month ago. My sister, Lisa, had been married for years and tried every method under the sun to get pregnant, but nothing worked. With her thirtieth birthday approaching, our mom suggested she try IVF. But on her birthday, Lisa suddenly announced she had a child. The whole family was stunned. Leaving aside that no one knew about such a huge event, don't you need to be pregnant to have a child? Her stomach had been flat all year. How did she suddenly have a child? Lisa shook her head mysteriously and brought out a thermal box from her room. The box was about the size of a hamster cage, lined with gauze and cotton. In the middle lay a fleshy ball about the size of a palm. Lisa gently tapped the box, her voice tender: "Dolly, Grandma and Auntie are here to see you!" Mom and I exchanged glances; we both clearly thought she was talking nonsense. But the next second, the meatball suddenly moved, inching toward the glass lid. Looking closely, I realized there were two slits on the meatball that opened slightly. They looked exactly like eyes, staring straight at us. I screamed, nearly falling off my chair. Lisa laughed, quickly took the meatball out, held it in her hands, and presented it to us like a treasure. "Mom, Sis, look! Isn't Dolly cute?" Mom was terrified, covering her mouth with trembling hands: "Lisa... don't scare Mom like this..." 2 Lisa's face darkened instantly, and she got angry. "Mom, what do you mean? Do you think I'm crazy?" Mom didn't answer, just silently wiped away tears. Lisa turned to me. "Sis, do you think so too?" Before I could speak, she put the meatball back in the box and sat back down with a cold face. "I know you don't believe me, but I paid a lot of money for this method!" Lisa told us this was a secret folk ritual. You just need to cut a piece of flesh from your stomach and feed it with fresh blood. The meatball will gradually grow into the shape of a child, looking exactly like you. "You know how much I've suffered trying to get pregnant all these years. Now that I finally have a child, I'll accept her even if she's a monster!" As Lisa spoke, she couldn't help but shed tears. Seeing this, the meatball actually pushed open the lid and jumped out, excitedly trying to wipe Lisa's tears while constantly calling out "Mom." Mom and I watched this scene, completely dumbfounded. We swallowed our words. Mom sighed, pulled me aside, and ultimately didn't stop her. As her sister, I couldn't intervene either, so I let her be. But after dinner, Lisa stopped me alone. "Sis, my husband Mark is coming back tonight. I'm afraid he won't accept this child right away. Can you help me take care of her for a while?" Mark was a traditional man. Years of infertility had cooled their relationship. Since Lisa didn't work and had no financial control, she was always cautious around Mark. Seeing my hesitation, she quickly held up a finger. "I calculated it. In just one more week, this child will grow into a normal baby. I'll take her back then!" "Sis, for the sake of my family, please help me!" 3 I eventually softened and agreed to Lisa's request. I took the meatball home. According to the instructions, I had to feed her every night before bed. I put the fresh blood Lisa had prepared into a baby bottle, fought back my nausea, and took out the meatball. It stayed still obediently. Its surface was smooth. Holding it felt a bit like holding a raw beef meatball from the supermarket. But just as I was about to offer the bottle, the meatball suddenly opened its eyes! Its eyes took up almost its entire body. The pupils were long and slit-like, resembling a painted pattern. It was disgusting and terrifying. I shuddered in fear and instinctively let go. The meatball seemed to fall to the ground. I hurriedly apologized and prepared to pick it up, but suddenly the power went out! I fumbled to flip the circuit breaker back on, but when the lights came on, the meatball was gone. "Dolly! Dolly, where did you go? Auntie didn't mean to let go!" I called out several times with no response. When I bent down, I saw what looked like a smear of blood on the sole of my shoe. A bad premonition spread from my heart. No way. No way. I chanted silently, slowly lifting my foot. In that moment, I felt my blood freeze. "Dolly" was stuck to the sole of my shoe. The shape of the meatball was gone. Blood and mashed flesh had exploded, completely crushed into bits. And those long, slit eyes were flattened and printed onto the smooth floor, still staring straight at me. I had trampled Dolly to death. My mind went blank. My body went limp, and I collapsed onto the floor. 4 The summer night was stifling. Before long, the smell of blood wafted out. Like a walking corpse, I took my slipper to the bathroom, scrubbed Dolly into the toilet with a brush, and then mopped up the eye on the floor. Just as I finished, Lisa called. The ringtone sounded like a death knell, sharp and piercing. I picked up the phone nervously, hesitated for a long time, and finally pressed answer. Lisa's cheerful voice came from the other end: "Sis, is Dolly settling in okay? Can we video chat so I can see her?" Staring at the pile of rotten meat in the toilet, I lied instinctively. "She... she's asleep." "Oh, okay. We'll talk tomorrow then. You get some sleep too." Lisa didn't ask more. Just as she was about to hang up, I steeled myself and stopped her. "Wait... can you tell me that secret method? I have a friend who hasn't been able to conceive for years. She wants to try it too!" After saying this, my back was drenched in cold sweat. I knew I should tell the truth. But I also knew how important this child was to Lisa. If she knew I flattened her child, she might really kill me. The only way now was to use this week to make another Dolly using the same method! Silence on the other end. My heart was in my throat, terrified she'd notice something. Luckily, Lisa didn't think much of it and agreed quickly. "Sure. I'll give you the Master's number. Just contact him." The voice on the other end was intermittent. I had to ask twice to hear clearly. I couldn't help asking: "Where are you? Why is the signal so bad?" She sighed: "It's Mark. He called an hour ago saying he was in the basement, but he still hasn't come up. I came down to find him." As soon as she finished speaking, I heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by Lisa's terrified scream. 5 My heart tightened. "What happened?!" The call cut off. I tried calling back, but it wouldn't connect. I had a bad feeling, but I didn't have time to speculate. They were coming to pick up Dolly in a week. I was running out of time. Early the next morning, I contacted the so-called "Master." He seemed to expect me, just giving me an address before hanging up. It was a remote mountain village. I drove all day. By evening, I finally saw the old red-tiled house from the address. I gathered my courage and knocked. After a few knocks, a wrinkled face appeared in the crack of the door. "Who are you looking for?" His voice sounded like broken bellows. As he spoke, his cloudy, gray eyes looked me up and down. "A friend sent me. I want the potion that makes meat babies." I answered truthfully. He paused for a moment, then said abruptly: "Didn't you come last week?" I froze. He must have mistaken me for my sister, Lisa. We were biological sisters, and people always said we looked alike since childhood. That was why I dared to try this deception. A child made from sisters should look similar. I didn't explain. "There was an accident. I want to buy another bottle." The old man looked at me for a moment, went inside, and handed out a bottle of pitch-black liquid. "$5,000 a bottle. Same instructions as before." I quickly took out the prepared red envelope but stopped him before he closed the door. "Um... what were the instructions again? I forgot. Can you tell me one more time?"

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