Puppet Master

The warm blood that once made them human was removed and replaced with stuffing. Puppets. Marionettes. Dolls.  Rag dolls, blow-up dolls, ceramic dolls...all bobbing around the conveyor belt one by one as they lie motionless, vacuous.  They are now fully programmed to wait for their Soul owner to direct their movements. She sets her collectable dolls with muted painted mouths and hollow glass eyes in her ornate antique case as she watches with gleaming satisfaction of her tainted creation, key in hand.