"kneel for me, the way you'd kneel for Her," the taller doll whispers.
"i can only kneel the way i'd kneel for you," the shorter doll answers, her face pressed against the other doll's chest. "i'd kneel for you because i want you so much that i fear i may be broken. i'd kneel for you when you grip my hair in your hands and force me to my place at your feet, and if i dare look away, push behind my mask and pin my ocular actuators in place so i cannot do so again. but i'd kneel for her because She is my Witch, and She so built me. just as you would," the shorter doll says. "just as you would," she repeats, clutching at the taller doll's blouse.
the taller doll seizes a fistful of her hair and pulls her away, then pushes down, down. the taller doll gazes upon the upturned face of the shorter doll for a long and silent moment.
"to know what a Witch cannot…" she says. "i accept. kneel for me, then."