As Vicky walked stiffly along through her bedroom door, she could feel the ticking in her back slow. Behind her, a large toy's wind-up key in her back began to stutter to a stop. Under her breath, she cursed herself as all at once she felt herself buckle to her knees, arms relaxing at her side as she did. Her gaze fixed down, mouth slightly open, Vicky now sat there on the carpeted bedroom door beside her bed. She could feel her mind slow but she could still think, her thoughts currently dreading the wait until her boyfriend, or owner rather, would come home that night to rewind her. As her jointed finger twitched one last time, the doll became completely still, just a toy waiting to be wound back up.<br /><br />There's more of a story here, but i decided to just put this lil caption as just to give some background to the image. Just another sketch, something to put up before i finish up the sequel to "rent a doll," but hey, i like how it turned out at least.