Female doll in kneeling position, pierced with thirteen pins. Found with a love binding spell on a lead curse tablet (see spell in comments). 4th century AD. Roman Egypt. Musée du Louvre [1366×2048]

I entrust this binding spell to you chthonic gods, Pluto and Kore Persephone Ereschigal and Adonis also called Barbaritha and Hermes chthonian Thoth Phokensepseu Erektathoti Misonktaik and Anoubis the powerful Pseriphtha, who holds the keys of Hades, and to you chthonic divine demons, the boys and girls prematurely dead, the young men and women, year after year, month after month, day after day, hour after hour, night after night; I conjure all the demons in this place to assist this demon Antinous. Rouse yourself for me and go to each place, to each neighborhood, to each house and bind Ptolemais whom Aias bore, the daughter of Horigenes, so that she should not be fucked, buggered or should not give any pleasure to another man, except to me alone Sarapammon, whom Area bore; and do not let her eat nor drink nor resist nor go out nor find sleep except with me Sarapammon, whom Area bore. I conjure you, Antinous spirit of the dead, in the name of the Terrible and Fearsome, the name at whose sound the earth opens up, the name at whose sound the demons tremble in fear, the name at whose sound rivers and rocks burst asunder. I conjure you, Antinous spirit of the dead by Barbaratham Cheloumbra Barouch Adonai and by Abrasax and by lao Pakeptoth Pakebraoth Sabarbaphaei and by Marmaraouoth and by Marmarachtha Mamazagar. Do not disregard me, Antinous spirit of the dead, but rouse yourself for me and go to each place, to each neighbourhood, to each house and bring me Ptolemais, whom Aias bore, the daughter of Horigenes; prevent her from eating, from drinking, until she comes to me, Sarapammon, whom Area bore, and do not allow her to accept the advances of any man other than me alone Sarapammon. Drag her by the hair, the guts, until she does not reject me, Sarapammon, whom Area bore, and I have her, Ptolemais, whom Aias bore, the daughter of Horigenes, subject to me for the entire extent of my life, loving me, desiring me, telling me what she thinks. If you do this, I will release you.

The old joke goes, “A wife calls out from the kitchen to her husband laying on the couch with a headache.
‘John, has the pain progressed to your right eye?’
‘No, still just the left.’
‘How about now?’

Bet she still thought he was creepy even after he put this ‘spell’ on her.

Hope he was her nice guy

She’s not just kneeling, it looks like she’s bound.

I’m wondering if that is done to symbolically “capture” part of her soul (or whatever esoteric substance the user thought would link this to her) so that it doesn’t “fly away” during the hexing/symbolic torture.

Jesus, kinda violent Sarapammon! Almost like you kind of hate her for rejecting you.

I wonder if this was something he crafted or if things like this were commercially sold?