Baby turned to look back at the rest of the trailer, including the over fluffed pink bed. She had a choppy memory of some painful experiences, but she saw their faces. Her step father. Blue. The cook. The high roller.
"They call me Babydoll" Nervously, she chewed on her lower lip. Looking back to her master, she gave in and shrugged. She might as well get it over with. "You can have your plaything," the girl said plainly and offered another shrug. She was used to not having a choice about much in life anymore.