You scream and scream, trying to tell your friend to get far away from here, but no words, no hints of distress, escape the serene doll face you wear.
You reassure your friend how much happier you are to have sacrificed your will to the witch, and your friend believes you.
She asks if you would be willing to introduce her to your witch, so that she can join you in your comfortable new existence.
None of your anguish breaches the surface as you excitedly lead her inside and through the familiar halls of your prison.
Soon, she joins you in immaculate dollhood. To all outward appearances, the both of you are overjoyed at how well this worked out. You wonder how your friend feels now that she understands.
You hold hands and enjoy the spring sunshine together. Nobody ever sees your tears.