All Chapters of My Husband and His Doll: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish.Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale.He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."I'd been scrolling through my phone on the couch when Calvin told me this and gave the doll a cursory glance. The workmanship was admittedly lifelike. Even its skin was warm to the touch, like a human's. But there was something about the doll's smile that unsettled me."Whatever. Just don't leave it on the bed," was all I said.Calvin grinned and left the doll on the chaise lounge in the living room. He even draped a blanket over her.The doll had stayed with us ever since. She was there when we left fo

After lunch, Calvin led Dorothy into the living room to watch TV.While I was clearing the table, I peeked through the kitchen's glass door to see Dorothy leaning on Calvin's shoulder, her hand resting on the silicone doll's thigh. She was stroking the doll's hair and muttering something, though I couldn't hear.Calvin lowered his head and glanced at her, his gaze as warm and gentle as the summer breeze. He had never looked at me that way.After I'd finished washing the dishes and emerged from the kitchen, Dorothy had already changed into a different outfit. This time, she wore one of Calvin's old gray sweaters, the sleeves hanging past her hands."I got my clothes dirty, so I borrowed Calvin's sweater. You don't mind, do you, Laura?" She blinked at me."Not at all." I sank into the armchair opposite the couch.Dorothy picked up the doll and set it in her lap. "This doll's adorable, Calvin," she said. "I want one, too.""You can have mine," Calvin offered casually."Really?" Do

That night, Calvin locked the doll inside the cabinet in his study for no apparent reason. I happened to be passing by when I noticed him putting a small padlock on the cabinet door.Leaning against the doorframe, I asked, "Why'd you lock it up?""So you wouldn't wash it while I'm away," Calvin replied. He didn't even look up from his task.I smiled and said nothing, but comments flooded my vision."Pretty clever of Calvin to go to lengths to protect Dorothy and her physical carrier.""Why was Laura smiling like that? It's creeping me out.""Screw her. She can't touch the doll now that it's been locked up.""Dorothy'll be at her own place tonight. She probably won't resonate with the doll. She'll be safe."I turned to the bedroom and closed the door.At 2:00 am, I woke up, just once. Calvin was asleep and snoring beside me; the guy was out cold.I quietly got out of bed and stopped outside the doorway of the study. The padlock on the cabinet was a combination lock. Calvin had

Dorothy didn't come by my place in the days that followed. She took some time off work, and rumors of her having caught some strange disease began to spread in the company.Every day, Calvin would spend two hours at her place after work, and he looked more grim each time he came home."What's wrong with Dorothy?" I asked him."She said… Every time she closed her eyes, she'd feel someone choking, freezing, or scalding her." Calvin rubbed his temples tiredly. "The doctor said she might be schizophrenic.""That serious?" I feigned surprise."Yeah. I told her to stay in the hospital, but she refused."I could feel the viewers rolling their eyes in the comments."Why would Dorothy agree to stay in the hospital if it means she'd never cut off resonance with the doll? Is Calvin an idiot?""Laura's putting Dorothy through hell every day. She's already lost 30 pounds.""Laura's really sick in the head. She plays with the doll every day like clockwork."I never stopped playing with the