Doll Jon who can be taken apart, each joint seperating easily, as it’s meant to. It’s fine it’s still connected, just separated physically, still able to feel what’s don’t to it’s parts. Having to watch itself be used, its head propped up on a little cushion, a perfect view as it’s fucked, spread open, each hole filled, it can’t move, can’t do anything but watch. Its hair being stroked by its owner offering up a commentary about how good its body looks being used, about how it’s fulfilling its purpose.