[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 470px;]It was simple. The stitched canine had gotten a bat and bashed her kidnapper's brain in and then made her escape. The thing was, though, that when she bashed his head she just couldn't stop. It felt good, feeling his blood splatter onto her paws and everywhere on the floor. To see him go limp so she could get a good look at him. It was beautiful- that crimson red liquid. It was like the color of a dark rose. Knowing he was dead and couldn't hurt her anymore. "You did it! You did it!" a voice had said to her. Pride had been surging throughout the pitbull's body at that moment and she loved it. She was free to do as she wished without any consequences.. Or well, she thought so for a while. Now there she sat with her stitches still intact and her little dolls she had with her. A large pink bow was atop her head between her ears thought some bloodstains were on it from when she had killed her kidnapper. She could be heard talking to someone though upon further inspection she wasn't actually talking to anybody. "Aww thank you! I like this bow a lot too!" the girl would gasp at a compliment "someone" had given her. Baby Doll grabbed one of the dolls and began to play around with it, a few child-like giggles escaping her maw here and there. A drop of crimson dropped onto the doll's face and she tilted her head to the side. Soon she felt it running down her face and gasped. Okay so maybe on of her stitches on her mouth had come undone. She raised a paw to carefully touch the spot she thought it was and then conjured a mirror, some needle and thread before using her telekinises to raise the mirror and the thread and began to stitch it back together.
i put so much thought into one character rip