He didn't have to wait long for the first pang of fear to begin; Violet's heart nearly stopped at the horrible screech and clatter of the shredded machine, covering her ears and whimpering softly, curled into a fetal position until the noise had finally died down.

"What the hell...?" she whimpered, rising to her feet once all was finally silent.

*The girl was just close enough for her jolt of fear to reach the doll, who drank deeply, parched as it where. He cast his senses about the inside of the machine, looking for something...there, a long piece of the shaft that drove the cylinder to turn, jagged and broken off in the chaos. He reached out with a paw and pulled it atop his tiny body, hoping the piece of shrapnel would be blamed for the destroyed machine. All he needed was skin contact...and time for his minions to arrive.*

Opening the dryer with a trembling hand, Violett deftly pluched the bear from the mangled innards of the machine, nervously surveying the wreckage,

"Jesus fuck, Teddy... Are you, like, cursed or something? My god, it's no wonder you're missing an eye, you poor thing...."

*Cursed? I'm starting to feel like maybe you're the cursed one... The touch of skin on his fur gave him another taste of the fear smoldering within the girl. But this room is too public...best wait a little longer...in the mean time... The torn paws of the bear seemed to be unraveling, bits of cotton drifting to the ground. The two long stitches on the back had seemingly torn open as well, revealing more cotton, and a soft leathery material. If possible, the tiny doll looked even more pitiful now than before.*

Violett gazed at the smal, pitiful thing, breathing out a deep sigh.

"Well, I think I know how this works. You bring me misfortune until I fdind someone else who'll willingly take you and give you a loving home until the curse kicks in on them."

She cradled the doll in her arms as she made her way to her room.

"And that'll probably be easier after I fix you up. I'm not that good at sewing, but I can probably find someone to help, and in the meantime, I can at least glue another eye on you,"

*I should be grateful I'm going to have you tied to something before you ever get anywhere near me with glue... Akki calmed himself, thinking of horrible ways to punish the girl for his recent ride in the machines of torture. But what to do? Maybe....yes....and easily done to. Just send a thought to the minion waiting nearby...and...done...now he only had to wait until she had him in her room. And then he would have his revenge.*