My name was Candace Lawrence.
I don't say that in past tense because I'm dead. But I might as well be. For the past ten years, I've been Baby Doll. Baby Doll has a very loving father, a big basement room, and tons of things to keep her happy. She's grateful for these things and shows her gratitude by doing everything her father ask her to do.
Candace, however, was stolen when she was five. She now resides in a pimped out prison containing every shade of pink that she knows to exist. The man that took her comes and goes as he pleases. Doing whatever he wants.