Chapter 1
"You know, Y/N, I really don't understand why you love dolls so much. They scare me a lot, especially that one." My cousin-slash-best friend said as he watched me dust my collections of dolls, specifically my favorite one.
"You know, Jay, I don't understand you either. They aren't even that scary."
"Psh. After you take care of your pieces of shit go down and help your mom out, grandma is coming." and he left me alone.
"I really don't understand why they don't like you. " I talked to the set of dolls as if they are humans who can communicate with me.
There are seven of them. I have more but I like these ones for an unknown reason. I bought them from different vintage shops, but they all have one thing in common, they are all years old. I really love the comfort they give me. They make me feel at ease and safe.That is why I have them placed inside my room even if I have a separate storage for my dolls.
"Y/N!" I heard my cousin's annoying voice. I stood up and walked towards my door.
"Only you can see the good in us."
We all sat together at the dining table, mine and my cousin's family and of course my grandmother.
"So Y/N, how is life?"
Before I can answer, my mom butted in.
"Life is fine, mom. Y/N is on top of her class and she is enjoying her teenage life."
"You haven't experienced anything strange at all?"
"Strange?" I asked. There is something different with the way she looks at me. It's as if her eyes want to speak but they can't and her mouth doesn't want to do the job.
She smiled. "Don't mind me. I'm glad to hear that you're doing good in school. Keep it up, honey. Now, excuse me. I need to use the washroom." With the help of my mom, grandma left.
Author's POV
Y/N's mom led Leah, her grandma, to the second floor bathroom, the one inside Y/N's room, since the one downstairs is under maintenance.
As they entered, Leah saw some things she never wanted to see again.
"Wh-who owns those?" She nervously asked Y/N's mother, pointing to the dolls on Y/N's bed.
"Oh those? They belong to Y/N. That girl loves dolls a lot. She has more in the other room but she likes those more for some reason." Her mother chuckled.
Leah tried to brush the memories off and set foot into the washroom.
Until then, as she was washing her hands, voices rang in her head.
"The debt, Leah. The debt." Different voices repeated.
She clutched unto her ears with hope that the voices would vanish, but they didn't. In fact, it intensified.
"No! I take it back! Please! I was wrong! not my--- Mama! What happened?" The voices vanished as her daughter in law opened the comfort room's door. She immediately went out. She was about to leave the house when she noticed her one and only granddaughter, standing there together with her cousins and her cousin's family, all confused. .
She ran to Y/N and held her as tight as she could.
"I'm so sorry, my dear Y/N. Grandma is sorry." She softly said as she stroked her granddaughter's hair.
"A-about what, grandma?" Confused Y/N asked, hoping for an answer.
"For everything. Take good care of yourself, my dear. The d-dolls" her grandma passed out.
Y/N's POV
It's been weeks since the incident happened. Everything is blurry to me. All I remember is grandma passing out and that she mentioned the dolls. Grandma is fine now, but she wouldn't speak.
For certain reasons that I don't even know, my mom burned the dolls.
As I was busy fiddling with my phone, the melodious sound of the piano inhabited my ears. It led me to the room where my late grandfather's grand piano is.
My heart started to pounce. I opened the door only to find one of my dolls situated on the piano.
I picked the doll up and to my horror, it looks so awful. Gone are the days when I felt contentment and ease by merely looking at it. Now, I feel nothing but fear.
I heard a loud thud from the other room. The room where all of my other dolls are kept. As I entered, I saw all of my dolls destroyed. Some had their limbs and head detached, while the porcelain ones were broken into bits.
The only ones remaining untouched are the other six of the dolls my mom burned right in front of me.
What confused me the most is how they looked. Where were the charming dolls that gave me comfort? All I see are dolls with sinister smiles on their faces, their eyes are of different colors and they look muddy.
"W-what is going on?!" I mumbled to myself.
My clutched unto my head as unfamiliar memories crashed into me like tidal waves.
I saw grandma beside a man who was lying on the bed.
"My love, wake up" She pleaded
"Th-the dolls." she mumbled. I saw her get up and searched for something. She went to the altar with seven dolls in her hands. She placed the dolls on the empty altar and she lit up a black candle and chanted words I couldn't understand.
The next thing I knew was that I was already in a manor. I was about to shout but then I saw grandma walking towards seven thrones. Seven deadly attractive men sat on each of the thrones.
"Peasant, what brought you here?" A cold voice spoke. I looked at the seven men. Th-they look like my dolls!
"My-My husband, lords, my husband is dying. P-please I'd do everything just save him, please." I badly want to comfort grandma.
One of them smirked. "What do you have to offer? Surely it won't be you. Your soul is filthy."
"N-no. I have a son. M-my son" I assume that this was when my grandma was at least 25 years old. That time the only child she has is Jay's father. She offered her son to these people?
"But lady, we are men. We don't need another specie with penis. We have seven of those." They look like they are some kind of nobility yet they don't speak like one.
"Stop wasting our time, lady. If you have nothing to offer, might as well bid goodbye to your husband-- No!"
"My- my first granddaughter. I swear. I'll give you the first granddaughter that I'll have." Realization hit me.
"I'm so sorry, my dear Y/N. Grandma is sorry."
"The d-dolls"
"I'll give you the first granddaughter that I'll have."
I am the only granddaughter
Which means--- I turned back to the thrones, grandma was gone, and seven pairs of eyes were piercing through me.
"Yes, my love, you are ours now."
I gasped for air. That was such a bad dream. But how come I'm still inside the manor, and I'm tied up to a throne adorned with different gems.
The seven men surrounded me.
"My love, you are finally with us." one said.
"Quit it, Namjoon, you are scaring her." The other stated.
"Will you p-please let me go?" I know it will be of no avail but is there anything else that I can do?
"No can do, baby doll. We've waited for years just to be with you."
"Your imbecile of a grandmother even thought she can outsmart us by separating us. Tsk. Nothing can't stop us from claiming what's ours. Nothing can stop fate."
"Now the debt has been paid."
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