What Sweet Torture Through the Doll is about
I have been hopelessly in love with my cold, impossible roommate Quinn for months, even though I am pretty sure she is straight. Then she gives me a plushie that looks exactly like her. The first time I rub its ears, she blurts, “Stop touching my ears—” When I kiss it, she runs for a cold shower. When I sleep with it, she does not sleep at all. And when I finally bite down, she looks me in the eyes and admits, “Lily, I can feel everything.” The worst part? She knew before she gave it to me. Apparently, my untouchable roommate handed me a doll linked to her body—and somehow expected me not to make her lose control.
