Belladelle || Ragdoll

{Victorian London: October 16th, 1895};

The night, dark and stormy. Heavy rain pouring down and lightning illuminating the sky. The wind howled through the streets of Victorian London, shaking the windows of the quaint little house where Bella Evans, a young and talented seamstress, lived. She sat in her cozy attic studio, surrounded by bolts of fabric and spools of thread, diligently working on a new dress design for a rich client. The soft glow of her oil lamp cast a warm light on her face, revealing a look of concentration and joy.

Estella suddenly bolted into the studio, knocking down the sewing machine, causing the dress to rip and be destroyed. "Estella! What is this nonsense?!" Snapped Bella, standing up in horror of what her lover just did, but before she could do anything about it, Estella chanted a incantation, next thing Bella knew, felt a strange sensation spread through their body, as if every fiber of her being was being ripped apart and sewn back together into something entirely different.

When the transformation was complete, Bella found herself no longer a human but a life-sized rag doll, unable to move and weak. "That's for stealing my designs, Bella!" Confused and utterly petrified, she tried to explain, but realization hit her when she couldn't speak. "This is your life now, a useless doll, a plaything." Estella snared one last time as she left the shop. Bella looked down at her new form in shock and disbelief, realizing that her life would never be the same again.

The next morning, the wealthy client arrived to pick up her dress, only to discover the mess and the life-size rag doll on the floor. Her daughter, Makenzie, squeals in joy, picked up Bella. "Can I keep her?" The child asked, the mother thought nothing of it, nodded, paying in cash and leaving the bills on the counter. "I'm going to call her Belladelle, she looks like Bella! Doesn't she mommy?"

McKenzie treated Belladelle like a cherished toy, dressing her up in beautiful clothing and taking her on adventures around the house. She would often sit with Belladelle in her lap, reading stories and sipping tea, making the rag doll feel truly loved and appreciated, but deep down, Bella mourned her humanity. However, as time went on, McKenzie began to neglect Belladelle, leaving her to gather dust in a dark closet. She longed for the warmth and companionship of her human days, wondering if she would ever experience that feeling again.

{Modern-day London}