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A gray Robloxian walked past you. You didn’t notice him glance at you for a moment before he suddenly stopped walking and turned around to look in your direction. He lowered his sunglasses (pointless since it was nighttime) to get a better look at what he had just seen.

“…Lila…?” he murmured to himself, before quickly walking to catch up with you.

You were lost in your thoughts. You wanted to go out this weekend with someone. But you seemed to be terrible at relationships. Maybe it was because of your bad-tempered personality, or because you didn’t allow sleazy guys to get too close. Damn it, you didn’t want to go drinking with your friends—everyone paired up with their partners while you played the third wheel. The last time you were with someone, the guy got completely drunk, and you had to pay the bar bill and call a taxi to take him home. It was embarrassing and ridiculous. After that night, you blocked him on all your social media and stopped going out with men for a while.

“Hey! Excuse me…” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned around and saw a gray Robloxian with grayish hair, wearing sunglasses and a black fedora hat, dressed in a fancy suit. He pocketed the coin he was holding and walked toward you. “You’re… Lila, right?”

“What...?”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, then turned your head away, ignoring him.

“You’re talking to the wrong person.”

“It’s just… You look so much like my Lila.” He smiled. “She used to always be by my side.”

“Tsk!” You shot him a look mixed with irritation and contempt. “I can’t stand this kind of guy!” you thought.

You tightened your grip on your bag strap, growing increasingly annoyed. You were just wasting your time with this womanizer. You should already be home resting after such a tiring day. Quickly, you turned around and sped up your pace, wanting to get away as fast as possible.

“Wait a minute. Don’t go!” He quickly grabbed your hand, desperate to keep you from leaving. “I’m sorry. That was very sudden, I know. I really am sorry.”

You stopped for a second. A small drop of sweat slid down your forehead. You were nervous. What did he want from you? You just wanted to go home, for fuck’s sake!

“You look so much like Lila.” He was now holding your hand with both of his, making you even more nervous. “That’s why I called out to you without thinking. A thousand apologies!”

“What’s wrong with this guy?! Acting like we’re so close…!!” you thought. “Can’t he stop being so formal and apologizing over and over?!”

“If you’re trying to get with me, I’m not interested!” You yanked your hand away forcefully, making him let go.

“Huh? Of course I’m not trying to get with you!” He looked confused.

“Then what the hell do you want?” You frowned and gave him a death glare, a mix of irritation and impatience.

“I told you. I saw a familiar face after so long. I couldn’t help but call out to you…” He gave you a sweet smile. “…Something like that?”

“Gross!” you thought, rolling your eyes before turning away again. Your high heels clicked against the pavement as you tried to leave.

“Ah, wait!” He grabbed the same hand again, making you even more uncomfortable. “You’re very familiar to me, but to you, I’m a complete stranger!”

He smiled again and lowered his sunglasses. You stared into those amber eyes, feeling a slight shiver run through you and forcing you to swallow hard. They were beautiful eyes, indeed, but they caused you immense discomfort—especially in a situation like this.

“Hm… Then, allow me to introduce myself.” He straightened his posture and smiled. “My name is…”

Before he could say his name, you yanked your hand away again and turned abruptly. You were fed up and wanted nothing to do with him. You kept walking and ignored him.

“I don’t care!” you cut him off coldly, leaving him stunned behind you.

He quickly ran after you, still trying to keep the conversation going and prevent you from leaving.

“Ah… W-wait! You’re so cold,” he kept talking and laughing at your attitude, as if trying to stop you from leaving so soon. “Even your attitude reminds me of Lila…”

“GROSS. PERVERT!” you shouted, gritting your teeth, before breaking into a run as fast as you could.

It was the only way to end the whole situation, leaving the man in the fedora hat completely bewildered. He watched you run away until you disappeared from sight. But despite his shock, he only admired your action.

“Ah… She’s just as stubborn as Lila too…” he murmured to himself. “They really are the same…”

Then his face darkened. His amber eyes glowed in the dark, and a dark, malicious smile formed on his lips.

“I’d love to do it all over again… But this time… I won’t fail.”

He laughed darkly, perfectly remembering your face and appearance from moments earlier when you fled from him.

“I’m done just wishing. I’ll live with you again…”

“My Dolly… ♡”

How much time had passed? Hours? You couldn’t remember. The only memory you had was stopping by the convenience store on your way home. After that… nothing.

You squeezed your eyes shut before slowly opening them, waking up from a very deep sleep.

“Ugh… My head feels so heavy… and I feel nauseous…” you thought, swallowing hard in hopes the feeling would pass. You slowly opened your eyes, your blurry vision gradually regaining focus.

The bed was soft—extremely soft, to be honest. Was your bed always this soft, or was it just the exhaustion from yesterday?

You shifted a little, feeling your body slow and heavy.

Clink.

Your eyes snapped open instantly. Your vision returned to normal, and you ignored the awful feeling in your head. You sat up slightly and looked toward the source of the loud clinking sound.

“Huh…?” You were extremely confused. “What is this?”

Your wrists… They were bound by pink leather cuffs with soft white lining. Your eyes widened, panic and despair taking over you in an instant.

“W-what the fuck is this?!” you screamed, even more desperate. Your ankles were also shackled with iron chains, reinforced with a double chain. “What the hell is this?!”

You quickly sat up on the bed. Your desperation only grew when you looked around. This wasn’t your room. Where were you? How did you get here? Countless questions flooded your mind, and the lack of answers only left you more panicked and trembling.

The room had a vintage dollhouse style—extremely chic and clearly expensive. The furniture was luxurious. The bed you were sitting on was large, with soft sheets, a plush mattress, and curtains. There was a vanity table full of high-quality, expensive products and items. A fireplace stood next to a table with one chair—also expensive furniture. There were other decorations like bookshelves, paintings, dressers, and even a chandelier on the ceiling. A large wardrobe sat in the corner of the room, likely filled with many clothes. There were also large windows on the wall, but they were barred.

You also didn’t remember wearing anything like this! You were now dressed in a delicate pink floral lolita-style dress. It had wide frills, white lace, straps with black-and-white striped bows, and a striped sash that cinched your waist. The voluminous skirt had a high-low cut with a floral layer over a white ruffled petticoat, leaving your thighs and legs exposed. The fabric felt very expensive and of excellent quality—a delicate and feminine style. But it left you deeply unsettled knowing that someone had apparently changed your clothes.

Your hair had also been restyled. You had left it in a loose bun, but now it was neatly combed with root braids and loose strands, adorned with a pink ribbon at the back of your head. Your hair, clothes, and entire appearance had been completely changed into a doll-like lolita style.

You tried not to panic any more than you already were. Breathe in, breathe out—that’s what they taught you to calm down in difficult situations. But in this situation, it felt almost impossible, and completely justified.

“Yesterday, after work, I stopped by the convenience store on my way home… How is this possible…?” You tried to retrace your steps, thinking about the possibilities and what could have happened to bring you here.

You heard the sound of the bedroom door being unlocked, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened as the figure from the night before entered the room.

“Good morning. I see you’re awake now,” said the gray Robloxian from last night as he entered, a sweet smile on his face while holding a tray with a teapot and a teacup on a saucer.

“YOU…” You pointed an accusatory finger at him. “YOU’RE THE PERVERT FROM YESTERDAY!”

He simply closed the door behind him, ignoring your rude greeting as he stepped into the room.

“My name isn’t ‘you,’ nor am I a pervert,” he corrected you. “Call me Chance. That’s my name.”

He placed the tray on the small table near the fireplace and began walking toward you, making you even more frightened.

“Or… you can call me Master. If you prefer, either works!” He shrugged. “You’re already mine anyway, and I’m your owner no matter what.”

“What kind of nonsense is he saying?!” you thought, outraged and terrified. You also felt sick to your stomach.

You felt his face get dangerously close to yours. Those bright amber eyes watched and stared at you once again.

“You’re so adorable!” he praised, a blush on his cheeks and a piercing gaze. It made you feel even sicker. You shrank back with an expression of contempt and disgust. “The way you freeze up in surprise completely convinces me that you were made to be mine, my Dolly.”

His hand reached out to hold your chin, but you slapped it away with all the strength you could muster before he could touch you. Even with your wrists cuffed, nothing stopped you. This lunatic wasn’t going to touch you.

“Don’t touch me!” you shouted defensively.

Chance looked surprised for a moment but smiled right after, ignoring the slap.

“Ah! I’m sorry,” Chance waved his hand. “It was rude and impolite of me to touch you without warning. I will touch you, okay, Dolly?”

You were shocked by his formal and ridiculous attitude, completely stunned as you felt Chance pat your head with a smug smile. But you quickly swatted his hands away again, extremely uncomfortable.

“What are you doing? I told you not to touch me!” you protested, overwhelmed by everything.

“You’re difficult to handle. Well, Lila was like that too,” Chance just smiled maliciously while rubbing the hand you had hit. “The same applies to stubborn dolls!”

You huffed and shook the cuffs on your wrists, the clink sound echoing. You pointed at the dress you were now wearing.

“What the fuck is this?” you demanded, referring to the chains and the outfit.

His face lit up completely, a joyful smile slowly spreading.

“It’s really cute, isn’t it?” He perked up. “Both the dress and the cuffs are pink and frilly. They look perfect on you!” Chance winked at you with almost childlike glee, which only increased your disgust.

“What is the meaning of this?” you clenched your fists, still demanding answers, still confused.

“The meaning? Well, I’m trying to spoil you, of course!” The gray Robloxian placed a finger on his cheek, slightly confused about what you were getting at.

“That’s not what I asked!” you snapped. “Why am I chained up in an unknown place?! Answer me!” You nearly screamed.

“Aaah. Take it easy,” Chance broke into a cold sweat, finally understanding. “Don’t get so worked up,” he tried to calm you.

You just growled and gave him a death glare like an angry dog ready to bite its owner. Chance stepped back a little and opened his arms wide toward the room with a proud, triumphant smile.

“For starters, this isn’t a familiar place. But from now on, this will be your home,” His eyes sparkled. “You’re chained so you don’t escape. Are you satisfied?” he finished with a mocking smile.

You frowned and shuddered. A vein nearly popped on your forehead. You bit your lower lip, panic screaming inside you and slowly consuming you. You struggled not to sigh right then and there.

“This is a crime. Criminal behavior…” you stated, with silent fury burning inside you.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Chance asked, confused, raising his eyebrows.

Was he serious?!

“Kidnapping me and imprisoning me!” you shouted. “This whole situation is a crime!!” you argued.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do any of that,” he denied with a relaxed smile. “All I did was take you with me and offer you a new place to live. Where’s the crime in that?”

Your eyes widened in complete shock at his words. Your face went pale, shivers running through your body.

“My words aren’t getting through to him?!” you thought, stunned.

“After all, you don’t belong to anyone. You don’t have a partner or is married. You live alone.” He shrugged, smiling with his eyes closed. “We could say you were abandoned. That’s why I picked you up and brought you home with me.”

Chance smiled maliciously, leaning in to stare at you and make eye contact. Damn those eyes staring at you so terrifyingly—almost with sadistic pleasure. He gently tugged on the chain of your wrist cuffs with just his index finger, pulling you closer to him and forcing you to face him.

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with disdain.

You just widened your eyes, trembling. But you quickly pulled away from him.

“T-that’s against the law,” you stammered, shaking.

“I’m not an expert in law, so how would I know?” Chance simply laughed and crossed his arms, tapping a finger on his chin. “Don’t be so angry. You’ll get used to it soon!” He continued chuckling softly, as if you had told a silly, funny joke.

You just felt disgusted and shook your head in denial. You refused to accept that this was really happening. It had to be a bad joke. It just had to be.

“Don’t fuck with me…” you muttered in denial.

You pulled hard on the ankle chains, hoping the metal would break or snap, but the solid steel crushed your hopes—it seemed very resistant. Your heart raced, feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest.

“You have the same spirit as Lila!” he rambled, watching you with admiration and not caring that you were desperately trying to free yourself from the chains.

“By the way, who is this ‘Lila’?” you asked, frowning.

“Ahh, Lila is my dear doll, my former love. She was exactly like you. Her hair was [hair color] just like yours, and her beautiful [eye color] eyes were the same too.” He smiled happily, blushing.

“I’m not a doll, and I’m definitely not this Lila!” you shouted in denial.

“Yes, I know that. Still… I can’t help but see so many similarities between you two,” Chance argued.

You just blinked, still completely confused by everything. It was too much information to process in this desperate situation.

“I feel like I’m living with my doll again. That’s why I brought you home with me,” he said with a closed-eye smile.

“I’M REPLACING A DOLL?!” you thought, blinking and squinting one eye, feeling the stress build up in your mind to the point where you were starting to get a headache.

“You’re a lunatic…” you said with contempt, lowering your head.

Chance just laughed and pretended to feel offended, clutching his chest as if it hurt.

“Ouch! How mean! I think you need some lessons in good manners, like proper dolls. Good dolls are well-behaved and polite.”

Silence.

“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes in silence, ignoring him and staying quiet.

“What’s the problem? Tell me. I know you’re not Lila,” He leaned in closer, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your ear. You just turned your head away, trying to ignore him while breaking into a cold sweat.

You made a sour face. Chance only smiled wickedly, enjoying your small act of rebellion.

“I want to learn your real name…” You remained silent, nervous. “Huhu… You don’t know your own name? Well then, I’ll give you a new one!”

He already knew your name—you were sure of it. But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying it. This small act of rebellion gave you a bit of pride, since he was taking everything else from you. But maybe staying silent wasn’t such a good idea after all…

“Well, Lila had a small shortened nickname for Lily. Given that she was quite shy. So… What should I call you?” They placed a finger on their chin, thoughtful. “You are quite adorable and cute, indeed. Could I call you Love? Or something simple, like Dolly, a version of ‘doll’? What will it be?”

They thought, before putting their hand in their pocket and searching for something.

“I know! Let’s flip a coin, but where is my coin? I left it right here in my pocket, I can’t lose my lucky coin and especially not at a moment like this with my doll!” They searched in the other pocket and in the jacket of the expensive suit.

While they said that and thought of a name for you, you could only think of one thing. Escape.

“I need to get out of here.”

“Aha! Found it, here we go. If it lands on heads it will be Love and if it lands on tails it will be Dolly. Okay?” They tossed the coin, quite anxious about it.

“I have no idea…”

The gold coin landed on tails.

“Tails. Okay! I’ll call you Dolly! That really suits you, it seems like it was quite lucky, doesn’t it?” They smiled and put the coin back in their pocket.

“What is this man capable of!”

You thought in shock and paralyzed.

“From today and now on, you will be my Dolly!” They picked up something that caught your attention. “It’s decided then.”

“Therefore…” They swung your bag, your bag from last night that you were carrying on your way back from work.

Chance had a serious look on his face, opening the zipper of the bag and rummaging through it, taking out your wallet. He threw the bag onto the center table of the room, like something disposable, opening your wallet and taking a pair of scissors that you didn’t even know existed from the top of the vanity table.

“You no longer need your old name.”

He began to remove everything from inside your wallet that contained your identity. Your ID card, cards, any documents that had your old identity and your name. He started cutting and shredding them with the scissors, ruining and destroying everything and your old identity.

“Those are…” you murmured, in shock and with wide eyes, pale and in panic inside with everything in front of you. “…. Ah…”

You could only hear the consecutive sound of the scissors cutting everything that belonged to you like paper and falling as if it were trash on the floor. You shook your head in denial, unable to do absolutely anything to stop him.

“I will burn the remains to ashes, don’t worry.” Chance says, but your concern was the complete opposite.

The worst came next, which after destroying all your identities with the scissors. He took your cell phone from the bag and threw the bag on the floor like something disposable and approached the tray with the teapot and the cup on the saucer, you had forgotten that this was there. You think you already had an idea of what was going to happen.

“Besides, dolls don’t use these human objects.” He says referring to the cell phone, before placing the device inside the teacup with a relaxed smile on his lips.

“W-what are you going to do?! Please, no!”, you leaned forward and screamed, in the hope that he would stop what he was doing. But he didn’t listen to you.

He picked up the teapot and poured the tea into the cup where your cell phone was, the tea was hot and your device that seconds ago was on, in a few seconds it had a permanent black screen. You immediately realized, your cell phone was ruined and bricked because of the hot liquid.

“NO!! MY CELL PHONE! IT TOOK ME 12 MONTHS TO FINISH PAYING FOR IT!” You screamed, your eyes watering, while you remembered all the times you paid the expensive installments of the cell phone that was still new, but now it was destroyed.

It had been months of struggle and sweat from your salary to pay for it, when you finally finished everything, it was destroyed. You wanted to cry a lot when seeing something you had achieved with your own sweat and tears have this destiny and end.

“I am getting rid of what is useless.”, He continued filling the cup with tea, as if he still hadn’t destroyed the device enough, to the point where the liquid overflowed from the cup and ran down the saucer.

“Now, you are officially MY Dolly”, they laughed, but a slightly sadistic and malicious laugh in the background. “What joy!”

Chance lifted the teapot of tea that he was still holding, observing the dirt and small mess he had just made. But at no moment did guilt or anything like that come, only neutrality.

“Oops, I’m sorry. You can’t drink your tea like this.”, He put the teapot back on the tray and made a slightly thoughtful pout.

“You…” Chance looked at you confused. “What the hell did you just do?!”, you shouted very loudly, feeling a boiling anger run through you with all of that.

“Why are you so angry? You got irritated suddenly.” Chance smiled sweetly, as if he hadn’t destroyed your things that you had worked so hard to achieve and your identity just now. “You are a doll with emotions very similar to humans.”

“I’m not a doll!” you retorted firmly.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Chance shook his head, disappointed.

Before walking toward a dresser and opening the second drawer on the left side of it, searching and looking for something.

“It’s common for you, after all, you will understand and you are only at the beginning. But I can’t let you say and do whatever you want freely, especially denying who you are now.” He picked up something and closed the drawer, turned to you and showed a ball gag almost in a BDSM style. “Answering your master and owner is not allowed. Let’s put this on you.”

Your eyes widened when you saw the object. There was no way he was going to put that on you!

“No… What are you doing?!”, you started to struggle when he got very close to you, giving slaps, punches, blows and kicks and anything that could prevent him from gagging you with that.

“Come on, it’s all right. I will take care of everything.” He tried to calm you with a smile, but it didn’t work.

A small physical struggle happened and lasted for almost more than 5 minutes. But Chance was stronger than you, in the end, he unfortunately got what he wanted.

“Phew. That will be enough.” They wipe the sweat from their forehead, a little tired from the small struggle.

The gag was uncomfortable in your mouth and made you pant tiredly after the unsuccessful struggle, you looked at him with deadly hatred and almost cute in his vision.

“Besides, I think it’s better if I absent myself until you calm down.”, They put their hands in their pockets and turned toward the bedroom door.

They opened the door and said goodbye with a light wave of the hand and a smug smile on their face.

“Sweet dreams, my dear Dolly.”, He whispered, before disappearing and closing the door.

You heard the sound of the key turning and the door locking and the footsteps in the hallway, signaling that he had left. You quickly tried to pull off and remove the gag, but it seemed very secure and tied around your face and mouth.

Your chest rose and fell in desperation, while you panted because of the ball stuck in your mouth.

“This can’t be happening…” you thought in denial. “My cell phone… All my cards and identity documents…” your eyes watered, you wanted to cry again when remembering everything you had being destroyed right in front of you.

“And to make everything worse, I still have to wear this tacky outfit!”, you squeezed the skirt of the dress, full of hatred and rage. You wanted to tear the clothes right now.

You stayed a few minutes still in the silence, before getting up with a little difficulty because of the chains and getting out of the bed. You stood rigidly because of the restriction in your limbs and movements, looking around the room and exploring. You saw the scissors he used on the vanity table, this gave you an idea that maybe it would be useful. You tried to walk a little more forward to explore the room better and reach the scissors, only to be suddenly pulled and fall on the fancy marble floor.

You were confused and looked for the one responsible for making you fall. You saw that the ankle chains had a double chain, which was connected all the way to an iron ring on the wall of the room, restricting and limiting how far you could go in the room. This left you with even more hatred and contempt for that damn Robloxian and made you clench your fists so hard to the point that your nails dug into the palms of your hands.

“That guy… Is even worse than I imagined…!!!”, you screamed in your thoughts.

It was morning when he returned. The rays of sunlight invaded the window. The day seemed beautiful outside, but the little birds were singing and flying past the window, as if mocking the freedom you no longer had. You heard the clinking of the key in the lock and the door being unlocked and opened. Chance entered the room with a bright smile on his face.

“Good morning—... Wow…” His expression changed to one of great surprise as he looked at the state of the room.

The room looked like a complete mess that you had caused. Due to your immense anger from the night before, you had messed up and broken everything you could reach within the limit of the chains. You had thrown and torn books onto the floor, knocked over chairs, ripped the sheets and pillows, with goose feathers scattered everywhere. It wasn’t much, but it had been an enormous pleasure of rebellion to destroy all those expensive and fancy things.

Chance just laughed awkwardly, locking the door behind him and pushing a breakfast cart.

“The room is upside down.” He commented, leaving the cart beside the center table in the room, next to the fireplace, bending down and putting the fallen chair back in its proper place.

Chance cleaned his hands by clapping them together and walked toward the bed.

“Dolly, it’s already morning!” Chance leaned in, ignoring your hateful glare toward him, still with the gag in your mouth. “Don’t make such an ugly face so early in the morning.”

He extended his hands. You immediately became defensive against any action from him.

“Calm down, I’m just going to take this off, okay? Don’t bite me, dear.” He placed his hands behind the gag and untied its strap, removing the gag. “See? All done!”

He put the gag away with a relaxed smile. You panted a little, relieved that he had removed the uncomfortable gag.

“Ah…” You let out a deep sigh. “Let me out of here…”

“Nah ah, that’s not how you greet others in the morning.” He placed his hand on his waist and gave you a reprimanding expression. “When someone says good morning to you, how do you respond?” He raised an eyebrow.

You stayed silent and pressed your lips together. Was he seriously giving you a lesson in good manners as if you were a child?

“You say good morning back to them.” His hand approached to touch your head. “Remember that from now on—”

You slapped his hand away, signaling that you didn’t want to be touched. But Chance simply ignored it.

“Oops. You’re in a bad mood again.” Chance touched you anyway, stroking and petting your head. You wanted to deny to yourself that you were enjoying that little bit of affection from him. “Are you stressed because you still haven’t adapted to the new environment? Or are you hungry, Dolly?”

“Are you kidding me…?” You grumbled, furious, clenching your fists while he continued caressing your hair.

“Me?” Chance pointed to himself with his other hand, tilting his head in confusion. “What makes you say that? I’m seriously thinking about what I should do to improve your mood.” He worried, trying to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You quickly pushed his hand away. He had already touched you enough. And you hated feeling any comfort from that damn head pat.

“My mood will improve when I get out of here,” you replied.

“Ow…?” They gave you a look of pity and pain. “Why would you say something like that?” Chance asked, extremely disappointed and sad.

He had literally kidnapped you, gagged you, destroyed and burned your things, treated you like a doll like a madman, and he still questioned why?

“I WANT TO LEAVE!” you shouted, frustrated.

“Don’t say that, Dolly. If I let you leave, that would be neglect,” Chance argued, with a sad look. “That’s why I can’t do that…”

Your eyes watered. You clenched your fists on the dress you were wearing, trembling and forcefully holding back the intense urge to cry.

“You… obviously, you’re crazy…” you judged, sniffling with your head lowered and shaking.

“I already told you to call me Chance or Master.” Chance warned, at the same time giving a comforting smile. “Ah, well, whatever…”

He let out a very deep sigh, before giving a wide and cheerful smile, trying to change the subject because of the somewhat heavy atmosphere to soften the situation.

“For now, let’s have breakfast.” He smiled cheerfully, showing the breakfast cart he had brought. You had even forgotten about it… “I made pancakes for you!”

The plate of pancakes caught your attention. They looked quite appetizing and pretty. The pancakes were thick and plump with blueberries on top. But you weren’t hungry and didn’t feel like eating.

You moved away to the corner of the bed, hugging your legs and looking away, quite insecure and uncomfortable with a frightened look.

“I don’t want to eat them,” you turned your head, refusing.

“Uh? I made them especially for you,” he looked hurt.

“I said I don’t want them.” You swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact and hugging your legs tighter.

“But you even had a loyalty card from a pancake restaurant.” He retorted, confused.

“I DON’T WANT TO EAT ANYTHING THAT COMES FROM YOU!” you yelled, closing your eyes tightly and hugging yourself hard as well.

“You’re so cruel…” he murmured, with a look of disappointment.

“Oh well…” He approached you. When you opened your eyes and looked at him, Chance was staring at you with a dark and serious look. “I guess I’ll have to feed you by force.”

His hand gently caressed your cheek, before sliding down and grabbing your chin, squeezing your cheeks with his thumb and index finger.

“I’m not in favor of doing this, but…” He brought his face closer to yours, those amber eyes staring deep into your soul and causing you shivers. “In the past, Lila stopped eating. So, after I force-fed her, she got very sick…”

You felt his breath against your face, while you completely lost yourself in those dark eyes and felt your heart racing.

“I don’t want to face a similar failure again.”

“Wouldn’t that be abuse…?” You tried to argue.

“Yes, you’re right.” He agreed, never looking away. “I did something quite cruel to her back then. I forced the food down her throat. And then she got sick…”

“What is this atmosphere?” You thought, while feeling the atmosphere grow heavy around you, making you break into a cold sweat.

“That’s why… You’re going to be reasonable, right?” Chance asked you, looking at you in a sadistic way.

“I don’t have a choice.” You swallowed hard and shuddered. “I can’t refuse.”

Refusing would indeed be worse. Maybe accepting would ease the situation and perhaps he would stop looking at you in that terrifying way.

“O-o-okay…” You answered, stuttering.

In an instant, Chance’s expression lit up completely and he smiled cheerfully in an almost childish way.

“Great! Come with me.” He gently pulled your hand so you would get up from the bed.

You were quite surprised by his sudden change in mood. He had been acting dark and sadistic seconds ago. It was only after you accepted something that he completely changed. Maybe it really was better not to resist. Resisting might make things worse. Chance guided you to the middle of the room, to the dining table in the center of the room, at the limit of your ankle chain. He pulled the only chair there and sat on it. You stood still for a few seconds, a little curious and confused.

“There’s only one chair,” you said.

“Your seat is right here.” Chance replied, smiling childishly and pointing to his own lap, patting his thigh and encouraging you to sit.

“Uh, hell no…” you murmured in refusal, with a look of disgust toward him.

“Ah, come on! Don’t be selfish.” He pouted, sulking.

You thought about stepping back and refusing, but you knew the situation could get worse and you didn’t want to face those terrifying amber eyes again. At least he was wearing sunglasses, even inside the house. But what caught your attention was the cutlery on the napkin next to the breakfast plate. The knife shone and interested you. You had a small idea in your head…

Even against your own willpower, you forced yourself to sit on his lap in silence and Chance just smiled and laughed cheerfully. You remained stiff on his lap and looked away, feeling your weight against his legs and not wanting to imagine many other things that could happen right there.

“I can’t eat with these cuffs…” you commented, shaking the chains on your wrist cuffs.

“Don’t worry! I’ll feed you.” Chance picked up the cutlery. “I will take care of all your needs. This won’t be an exception.”

Damn. There went your chance to escape or stab his hand, even though the knife wasn’t that sharp. You broke into a cold sweat and avoided swallowing hard.

“N-no… I would like to eat by myself,” you insisted, nervous at the thought of losing such a good opportunity.

“It’s okay. Leave it to me.” Chance refused, shaking the index finger that was holding the knife to emphasize. “Oh, don’t struggle. I would hate to cut you with the knife and kill you by accident.”

Shit… It seemed like he knew or had an idea, that’s why the hint. You straightened your posture while still on his lap, feeling an intense atmosphere.

“So, first, I’m going to pour syrup on top of the pancakes.” He picked up a small glass jar containing classic pancake syrup and poured it slowly over the pancakes. The sweet smell of caramelized sugar from the syrup spread. “It’s a special syrup.” Chance whispered in your ear, in a malicious tone. You felt his breath on your ear and couldn’t help but shudder.

Chance cut a small slice of the pancakes and picked it up with the fork. He made sure to soak and coat the piece of pancake heavily in the syrup.

“A spell to get closer to the loved one was cast on it,” Chance commented, leaving you confused. “Okay.” He brought the fork to your mouth.

“Come on, eat.” You swallowed hard, hesitating for a few seconds before slowly opening your mouth.

As soon as you ate and chewed the piece of pancake, within seconds you made a sour face, squinted one eye, and forced yourself to swallow the piece of dough.

“Eww!!! What the?” you thought, your lips trembling. “It’s so sickeningly sweet that it numbs my tongue. What the hell is wrong with his taste buds?” You judged and continued forcing yourself to eat.

“Okay. Open your little mouth.” He extended another piece of pancake. You just wondered how you would manage to eat something that seemed like pure sugar. Maybe it was the syrup.

You opened your mouth again, chewed and forced it down. Feeling your tongue go numb from the flavor. In a few minutes, the plate was already empty and almost clean. You had eaten everything by force while Chance thought you loved that sugar bomb.

“You ate everything. Good girl, Dolly!” He praised you. You felt sick both from the meal and from his compliments at the same time. “Very good. What do you say after you finish eating?”

“Thank you for the food…” you replied, with silent hatred inside you.

“Very well said.” They smiled proudly. “Since you behaved so well, I’ll give you a gift.”

Chance showed you a collar, similar to your cuffs. But the difference was that it was large enough for your neck, lined with soft pink and white leather, with a slightly short chain. You felt extremely small and humiliated when he finished putting and tightening the collar around your neck.

“I swear… You look even more adorable!” He blushed, with eyes shining with admiration.

You just moved your cuffed hands a little, with an uncomfortable look and slight disgust in your eyes. Standing in the middle of the room, Chance hugged you, your head against his chest. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart. And at no moment did you have any intention of returning the hug. You just looked at the floor thoughtfully and slightly defeated.

There wasn’t much you could do. It was as if you were completely tied to him. The collar around your neck only reinforced that humiliation.

“You are the most beautiful doll in the entire world.” He caressed your hair. “I will take very good care of you forever.”

Silence.

“What is wrong with him?” you asked yourself in your thoughts. “Is he serious?” You remained thoughtful.

For God’s sake, let this not be true. You wouldn’t be able to live in this damn hell forever, under the care of this madman. You would prefer anything other than staying with him.

“Is he really going to make me his doll?” You felt his hands on your bare back.

And suddenly, you widened your eyes and felt a tremor run down your spine. Your body slowly became hot and you felt your libido rising along with your hormones.

“What the?!” You were confused. “My body is feeling a strange sensation…”

You started to tremble. Your legs also began to feel weak and it seemed difficult to breathe and stand.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Dolly?” Chance asked maliciously, playing with your hair.

“Hah…” you panted, your cheeks flushing as you felt strange sensations running through your body. “You… drugged me?” you asked, even though deep down you already knew the answer, with a look of hatred and trembling lips.

“The word ‘drugged’ makes it sound terrible.” Chance replied. He didn’t deny it, which only confirmed that he really did it. But in his view and perception, it was something completely different and despicable. “It was delicious, wasn’t it? The syrup? With that spell.”

The pieces began to fit together. Now it was explained why it had such an extremely sweet and numbing taste. Everything made sense now. It was the damn syrup.

“That overly sweet syrup!” you thought, your heart pounding with panic and excitement at the same time. “I knew there was something wrong with it!”

You tried to pull away and struggle. You already knew what was going to happen from here on out. In a vulnerable situation and under the effects of unknown aphrodisiacs, his intentions were clear from the moment he drugged you. But you refused it. Anything, anything at all, except this!

“No. Let me go!” you tried to struggle, but you were extremely weak for it.

“Oops… I won’t let you escape.” Chance held your wrist with one hand and held the chain of your collar with the other.

He was extremely strong compared to your body against his. You didn’t have much chance of escape.

“This is our chance to become close.” He said. “Take a chance with Chance!”

“No… No…” you shook your head in disagreement.

But the gray Robloxian simply threw you face down onto the bed.

“Let’s do something nice…” he began to remove his clothes. “Intimately, the two of us.”

You continued refusing, but Chance was already removing everything you were wearing—dress, panties, bra. You only grew more and more desperate.

“This man isn’t planning to treat me like his doll.” You thought in shock. “But like a sex doll.”

Chance stepped back, observing the small mess you were in. Panting and still with clothes on your body, but with a good part of it exposed, showing your curves and your ass out.

“The cuffs won’t let me undress you. They’re in the way, so I’ll remove them for a moment.” He put his hand inside his suit, under the tie below his neck, pulling out a necklace from inside his clothes with the small key to the cuffs as a pendant.

He turned the small key in the locks of the wrist chains, freeing your hands.

“The ankle ones too.” He looked at your feet before doing the same.

You were panting and weak, holding the loose clothes against your body to cover yourself and maintain your dignity. Without the cuffs in the way, you had a small chance!

“Very well. First, I’m going to take off…” Chance was surprised by a strong kick to his chest. You had managed to gather enough strength to kick him even while weakened by the aphrodisiacs.

“OUCH!!!” He screamed in pain.

You jumped off the bed, holding your garments to cover your naked body, trying to run toward the bedroom door.

“Ow, that hurts…” Chance murmured, kneeling on the floor and trembling from the pain of the blow you had given him. His glasses and hat fell to the floor due to the impact.

“I feel like my head is spinning.” You thought, panting and slow, trying to reach the door. “I need to escape from this man. Or else I will be…”

You were surprised when you were pulled by the chain of the collar around your neck. How could you forget that damn important detail? You weren’t completely free. Chance managed to pull you by the chain, bringing the two of you face to face. He stared at you with a dead look in those terrifying eyes.

“I will be killed…” you completed the sentence in your mind, paralyzed and in shock as you stared at him.

Shit, you were fucked. Weren’t you?

In a few seconds, Chance’s expression changed drastically. He just gave a small relaxed smile.

“Dolls kick, right? It’s not very common, but they kick anyway.” He said. “Lila used to kick me a lot of times too.”

“I have no more doubts. You really were made to be my doll.” Chance stared at you sadistically, making you sweat with nervousness.

He surprised you by suddenly picking you up in a bridal carry style. With a small malicious smile on his lips. He laid you down on the bed and got on top of you.

“Once I finish undressing you, I’ll put the cuffs back on your ankles.” He returned to doing what he was doing before.

“S-stop…” you murmured, squirming a little. But you were already too dazed and weak.

“If you kick me again, I’m really going to get mad.” He warned you. “Behave, okay?”

In a few seconds, you were already completely naked and without any clothing, with the cuffs back on your ankles. You felt the cold air hit your pussy and felt humiliatingly exposed.

You put your hands up to cover your breasts and closed your legs completely to hide your intimate parts. Panting and with flushed cheeks due to the aphrodisiac.

“Wow, Dolly. Your body is burning.” Commented Chance, stepping back a little to admire the view he was seeing of your beautiful naked body. “I guess with all that rushing around, the medicine finally took effect?”

“It seems like… I can’t think straight…” Dazed, you tried to think, but it was almost impossible. Maybe he was right. The ‘medicine’ was really taking effect now and completely fucking you over.

“Shhhh... It’s okay…” Chance got on top of you, moving away the hands that covered your breasts. You no longer struggled because of the effects of the drug, making you unable to refuse or move. “Let me take care of everything.”

Chance brought his lips closer to yours. You pressed your lips together and kept your mouth closed as a way to not let him advance on you. It resulted in just a light peck. Chance pulled away with a malicious and slightly irritated smile.

“Open your mouth.” He wasn’t asking.

You kept your mouth pursed and closed your eyes tightly, using the few remnants of fight you still had inside you.

“Am I going to have to discipline you until you listen to my words?” He asked threateningly. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

Out of fear, you forcefully opened your eyes and your mouth. Unfortunately surrendering little by little to him.

“Good girl…” Chance smiled, then kissed you.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a completely possessive kiss that made you feel strange. You felt him invade your mouth with his tongue, both tongues forming a dance. You didn’t return the kiss, but you couldn’t deny that he kissed extremely well and that it made you feel hotter and more aroused. There was no rush. The kiss was slow and intense. He gave a few seconds of pause and then returned to attacking your mouth and lips, not hesitating to lick your lips and turn both of your mouths into a mess of saliva.

You panted softly, feeling shivers spread throughout your entire body. The effect of the aphrodisiacs made the situation worse, making your mind go blank and empty, reducing your resistance and encouraging you to return the kiss and accept Chance’s advances. His tongue wrapped around yours and explored your oral cavity to the point where you felt touched by it. The feeling of strangeness only increased.

You felt short of breath as the minutes of the kiss passed. It was then that Chance finally stopped, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting your tongues. He had a malicious smile on his lips and looked quite satisfied with it. And you were a mess — flushed cheeks, sweating and panting as you recovered your breath, saliva dripping from your mouth. And Chance had more to mess you up even further…

“You liked the kiss.” It wasn’t a question either. It was a statement. And the worst part was that it was true. “Shall we continue for a little longer?”

Chance returned to the kiss after letting you breathe a little. Now, the second time, it was deeper and much more intense, to the point of making you tremble and moan softly. You felt a slightly metallic taste in the kiss. It was only now that you noticed and felt that he had a gold tooth. That rich son of a bitch… You only had to kiss him to notice that…

“What should I do…?” You thought. It was difficult to think. You were too dazed because of the drugs and the intense kiss that was now more prolonged. “Despite what he’s doing to me, I’m feeling pleasure…”

“Does it feel that good?” He provoked you. He already knew the answer. Then he pulled away and stopped the kiss, the same string of saliva connecting your tongues. It left you a little nauseous and too dazed. You could barely think straight and felt dizzy from the prolonged kiss.

“I’ll give you even more pleasure.” They promised.

You felt Chance’s fingers grab your nipples, catching you by surprise and making you moan loudly. His fingers grabbed and gently squeezed your nipples and rubbed them. Making you tremble and moan, he captured your lips again, kissing you hard with his tongue while pulling and massaging the tips of your breasts. The kiss made you release muffled moans against his mouth.

“Try intertwining your tongue with mine yourself. You’ll feel even better.” Chance took your breasts with the palms of his hands and massaged and squeezed them, making you tremble and moan.

You wondered if it was advice or an order, but for some reason, you wondered why you did what he said. Intertwining your tongue with his really made you feel more sexual euphoria.

Chance stopped the kiss again, which left you slightly disappointed. Your mind was jumbled because a deeper part screamed for you to resist, but another part with a louder voice screamed for you to accept and give in.

“Let me hear your voice.” He ended the kisses for now… with the intention of hearing your cute little sounds and moans.

He took your breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking your nipples. You let out a loud moan and tried to contain it, ending up with muffled breathing in the process. His mouth sucked and licked the nipples of both breasts, massaging the other while giving attention to one.

“Mn… It’s adorable how sensitive you are.” He murmured, kissing and sucking your nipple with fervor. This made you throw your head back in pleasure and tremble all over.

You were a flushed, panting, moaning mess when Chance stopped attacking your breasts and looked at your face, already expecting this result. He always got what he wanted after all…

“When they’re more swollen, I’ll also put a beautiful ornament on your nipples.” He promised.

Holy shit… Let it not be those nipple clamps…

“I shouldn’t like something like this.” You thought, disappointed in yourself for not resisting, but it was difficult. It was as if it were something completely futile and useless, given that the two of you were already here and that obviously he wasn’t going to stop, even if you didn’t want it…

“I liked playing with your breasts…” He commented. “But it’s time to take care of this part of your body too.”

His fingers moved down toward your pussy, making your heart race. You quickly closed your legs, but he managed to slip his damn hand there anyway.

“I really shouldn’t, but…”

You had to fight.

“N-no…” you murmured, but it had no effect. His fingers were already there. You brought your free hands to cover your mouth and face.

You moaned muffled while covering your mouth, feeling his fingers rubbing your pussy.

“You’re extremely wet.” He stated, laughing softly. “I’m going to give you pleasure down here too…”

His fingers gained speed, rubbing your pussy and your lips. You released loud and involuntary moans.

“S-stop— No!” With trembling hands, you grabbed the wrist of the hand that was rubbing your pussy. Both hands shaking as you tried to pull and remove his hand from there. But it was useless. You were weak and shuddering with pleasure that only weakened you more and more.

Chance took one of your swollen breasts into his mouth, rubbing the entrance of your vagina at a fast pace, overstimulating you.

“Don’t do this.” You tried to push him away with your hands on his shoulders and chest, but he remained where he was. Your legs opened involuntarily due to how well he was touching you, making your body automatically surrender to him. “No…”

You could only moan loudly and feel a strong sensation of imposition with everything. You felt humiliated by all of it.

“Aren’t you confusing the words?” He asked provocatively. Pulling his mouth away from your nipple with a wet tongue. “Look how wet you are.”

His fingers slowed down and rubbed your pussy lips and your vagina slowly.

“I wonder if I can slide my fingers in now?” He slowly began to move down between your legs.

“S-stop…” you were desperate, trying to stop him from advancing and looking for remnants of resistance that you barely had.

Even though your body betrayed your mind, it still persisted that you shouldn’t fall for the spells and charms of this forced pleasure that was making you give in little by little. Your mind was still there. Even though it was becoming dazed by the effects of the drug, it was still standing to help you resist despite everything. But it seemed like an impossible mission, because your biggest problems were the lack of strength and Chance continuing his actions and giving you immense and good pleasure. Unfortunately, you couldn’t deny that he was doing a good job and destroying any obstacle to make you his.

“Resisting is futile.” He opened your legs for better access, even with your ankles chained. One of his fingers pressed and massaged your vagina. “Look… It’s going in.” Before you could say anything or ask him to stop, you suddenly felt his middle finger slide inside your vagina.

You let out a loud and intense moan, arching your back and rolling your eyes.

“It went in without any problems.” He began to move his finger slowly inside you, making your thighs and legs tremble. “I think I could insert another without problems.” He didn’t suggest it. He was going to do it regardless.

“N-NO.” You writhed, moaning. But he inserted another finger, his index finger inside you. “No…” you whimpered, placing the backs of your hands over your mouth to control your moans.

“Liar.” Chance judged you with a perverse smile. “Your insides are saying the opposite. You’re enjoying it. See?”

He began to speed up and finger you with in-and-out movements, even pushing deeper into your vagina. He began to explore with his fingers, as if searching for something, while studying and analyzing every sensitive spot inside you and your expressions.

“Let’s find your sweet spot.” He continued fingering every part until he pressed a specific area inside you, which made you moan loudly and instinctively arch your back. “Hmm… Jackpot!”

He savored his small victory, licking his lips with pleasure at seeing you turn into a mess of moans and trembling with pleasure.

“I think I found it.” He began to rub and press your sweet spot, determined to bring you to your limit. Your hips lifted, seeking more of that delicious and forced stimulation.

You turned into a mix of moans and denials, telling him to stop, not to do it, and saying no several times in vain. As if that wasn’t enough, you felt the index finger of his other hand press against your sensitive clit.

“I’m going to stimulate your clit simultaneously. This way you’ll feel great both inside and outside,” he explained. “Then you can cum beautifully for me.”

And then, his fingers began to work together at the same time. The inserted fingers rubbing your sensitive spot and moving in a fast and prolonged rhythm, and the index finger pleasantly rubbing your sensitive and swollen little button. Causing a gigantic overstimulation, just as he had really said. You could only babble refusals and lustful moans of pleasure, rolling your eyes back and arching your back.

Chance replaced his finger on your clit with his tongue, licking and sucking your bundle of nerves while continuing to work with the inserted fingers. He began making scissoring movements and rubbing your spot while sucking and licking your clit.

That was too much for you. You felt strange sensations running through your body. You couldn’t bear to resist anymore, but it was the only thing you could do at that moment. As a last option, you started biting your lower lip and trying to hold back your moans, as a small determined way to resist all of it.

“Hm? Don’t hold back…” Chance ordered in a murmur while continuing to savor your pussy. “Let me hear your sweet moans…”

Waves of heat and cold ran through your body. You felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach and butterflies in your belly. You began to release instinctive moans and sounds. Chance knew you were very close. He sped up the pace, pushing you to cum faster. On impulse, you grabbed his head and pulled his grayish hair closer to your pussy, throwing your head back and moaning intensely and very loudly to the point that your throat hurt and your voice became hoarse.

You came hard on his fingers and mouth, dirtying the bed sheets. Before falling and catching your breath, weak and exhausted after your first orgasm of the day. Chance withdrew his fingers and tongue from inside you, moving away from your legs and not wasting time, licking your juices and nectar until his fingers were clean.

“Mm… You’re so cute and delicious.” He praised, savoring your juices.

Your chest rose and fell. You were recovering after all that pleasure. Little did you know that it was still just the beginning…

“This is wrong…” you thought in denial, panting. “I shouldn’t feel pleasure from his caresses…”

While you were lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Chance pulling his tie and unbuttoning the shirt of his suit. Nor the clinking sound of him removing his belt from his pants. When you least expected it, you felt something hard, medium, and thick hit your thigh and press against your pussy. You immediately understood what it was, quickly lifting your head and seeing the sight of a naked Chance pressing his cock against your pussy.

“Now… Let’s feel good together.” Chance declared, rubbing his precum-leaking glans against your pussy lips and your clit.

“No… Stop…” you begged for the twentieth time.

“No? You really don’t want it either?” Chance laughed bitterly, already tired of your rejections. “It’s obvious that you’re dying to feel me inside you.”

You whimpered, clenching your teeth with a flushed and sweaty face. It was difficult to understand, but you could only feel pleasure with everything. You couldn’t not feel pleasure or anything like that with his actions as you wanted. Your body had surrendered a long time ago, but your mind was still fighting futilely. You still persisted because you refused to surrender to this damn man who had kidnapped you and was now doing whatever he wanted with you. That’s why you continued to persist, although despite everything, it was still in vain.

“Every time I rub against your entrance, more wetness and more nectar comes out of your vagina.” He revealed, rubbing his cock right at your entrance. Just as he had really said, you felt something drip from your pussy as if it was coming from your entrance.

“WHY DOESN’T MY BODY REJECT THIS?!” you thought, extremely frustrated.

As if reading your thoughts, Chance gave a smile that was a mix of softening and perverse sadism.

“It’s okay… You can be honest.” He comforted you.

As if not knowing what to do, you just placed your hands on his strong, naked chest. Turning your head to hide your completely red face of shame and humiliation, silent and not knowing what to say.

“I see that you are very shy. So…” He took his member in his hand, pressing and rubbing it more against your entrance, preparing you. “I’m going to possess you until you can be honest.” Chance promised.

Your eyes widened in shock. Before you could say anything, you let out a suffocated and panting moan when Chance abruptly entered you. You felt the same sensation as when you came the first time, but faster and more surprising because he had just entered you and hadn’t even moved yet. He soon noticed this and laughed softly.

“Aah… You came a little just now?” He asked provocatively and then laughed. He held your wrists and pressed them against the bed beside your thighs while you recovered from the sudden invasive entry. “This shows how much you want this, doesn’t it?”

“What… is this?” You asked yourself in your thoughts. You felt a weird and strange sensation inside you. Your mind was now blank. “I don’t understand.”

Thinking he had given you enough time to get used to it, Chance began to move slowly inside you and press you against the bed. He began to explore your body more, wanting to understand it completely and all its anatomy. Moving in different rhythms and angles.

“This is your deepest point…” He murmured to himself as if memorizing every little thing. He moved, hitting that deep spot perfectly. You moaned loudly and hoarsely.

“If you… go that deep…” you tried to form a sentence to try to ask him not to go so far. But he ignored you, again and without caring now, focusing on fucking you completely at that moment.

“Here is the location of your uterus. Can you feel it?” He thrust where your cervix was. You screamed and moaned at the same time with pleasure from the strong thrust. His cock pressing and showing in your belly. “I’m going to make you like this…” he licked his lips maliciously.

Your mind stopped. Now completely blank. You could only feel your vagina tightening around Chance’s cock while he increased the speed of his thrusts and hit you in various spots — sensitive spots, hidden spots, deep spots, and continuously at your uterus. He pressed his body against yours and gently held your hands, hot breath in your ear.

“Your body feels hot and pleasant.” He whispered, provocatively licking your ear.

The thrusts gained more speed as time passed.

“I love you… I love you, I love you, my dear Dolly…” Chance said, releasing hoarse moans, then kissing you intensely right after.

“At this pace…” you were dazed and dizzy, feeling his lips press against yours and his tongue invade your mouth. “I’m going to lose my mind…”

You were already losing it. Your eyes were teary and rolling with every shiver and thrust of pleasure. Your tongues wrapped and intertwined in a deep French kiss while he thrust deeper and deeper at a fast pace. Your body was already overstimulated. You couldn’t help but cum for the third or fourth time. You didn’t remember anymore.

“You just came, didn’t you?” He moaned softly, his face sweaty and his hair stuck to his forehead. “Your insides contracted.”

Chance stopped and observed you for a moment, laughing at the deplorable state you were in. Extremely panting, sweaty, with eyes dripping tears of forced pleasure and drool running from your lips.

“Hahaha. The expression on your face is magnificent.” He smiled, finding you adorable. “You really are enchanting…”

Chance returned to thrusting into your pussy, alternating between slow and fast rhythms, prolonged and deep. You could only moan and roll your eyes, turning into a thirsty slut. He began to say that he loved you several times, calling you doll and dear, repeating it while he fucked and fucked you non-stop.

You moaned loudly and hoarsely when his cock pressed against your belly again.

“It feels so good that I can’t think straight anymore.” You closed your eyes as you felt him hit your sweet spot again, writhing. “Even feeling repulsion for what he’s doing to me, I can’t stop having orgasms.”

“You really love it when I hit your deepest spot hard, don’t you?” He was panting. “But if you keep squeezing my cock like this, I won’t last much longer…” Chance admitted.

He just couldn’t wrap your legs around his waist to go deeper because of the cuffs on your ankles. His rhythm increased to the point where you could no longer take it and were begging for it all to end soon. You were already at your limit.

“You’re such a perverted doll.” He provoked maliciously. “Although this side of you is also very adorable…” Chance kissed you with great intensity and possessiveness, making you dizzy and lightheaded.

After about 5 minutes of thrusting into you, Chance began to lose his voice and moan more frequently.

“I’m cumming…” He warned, panting. “I’m very excited. I can’t hold back anymore.”

Chance held your hips and pulled you, sinking his cock deeper into you. Catching you by surprise and making you let out a small frightened scream. Your vaginal walls began to contract and tighten around his cock. Both of you were reaching climax together.

“So, receive my semen inside you.” He thrust so fast and deep that it made you scream so loudly that you became hoarse again. “Cum again! You too!”

You both moaned loudly at the same time. He threw his head back and you arched your back. Chance felt himself filling you and making you so full that his semen overflowed around his cock and dripped from your pussy. You felt something hot filling you inside. You felt nauseous and terrible after all of this.

You tried to recover and catch your breath. Chance pressed his sweaty and hot body against yours, which was in the same state.

“It was fantastic, wasn’t it, Dolly?” He laughed softly, kissing you again, but a calmer and slightly loving kiss.

You just remained silent, breathing deeply. Your eyes watering and small discreet tears forming in the corners of your eyes, feeling drool and saliva from so many kisses and moans dripping from your lips.

“Even though it was repulsive, I’m still immersed in the pleasant sensation that remained…” Chance began to whisper compliments in your ear, kissing your neck and face. But it was as if his voice was distant now that you could finally think clearly. “This is repulsive…” you felt nauseous.

It was then that, while Chance was wiping your forehead and caressing your cheek, you felt a small flame ignite inside you — a determined flame burning in your veins.

“I will not submit to him.” You promised yourself, using the last remnants of strength you had to clench one of your fists and narrow your eyes with a look full of fire and determination, still tearing up.

“I will escape, no matter what!”

⊱ To be Continued... ⊰

Part 2 (In Progress...)

— Myster Kylie

ELLIOT

— If you were to randomly kiss Elliot, it better be somewhere safe because this guy will lose his ability to think.

— He's already bad enough when you normally kiss him. You could literally announce that you're going to kiss him but as soon as you do, he'll freeze like you did it out of the blue.

— So, for you to actually do it without warning him?

— He shuts down.

— You wouldn't even have the chance to see him blush because once you open your eyes from kissing him, his face would be redder than the pepperonis on his pizza.

— Elliot would stammer if you were to ask him if he was alright, or if you were to say anything in general.

— He would try to scold you, stating that it's dangerous and that it was risky to do that, but do you understand what he's saying?

— Nope, for it all just sounds like gibberish.

"You-you can't jus—You can't just do that! We're—I mean—"

— Bonus points if you play dumb and ask him why he's acting so weird.

— Once you leave him, he'd stumble more and his aim whenever he throws his pizza would be horrible.

— He once hit Two Time in the face with pizza because he couldn't focus.

— After the round is over and you're back at the cabin, he won't be able to look at you for a while without getting insanely flustered because he's still questioning why you randomly kissed him.

CHANCE

— To no one's surprise, Chance is insanely smug about it when you kiss him during a round.

— They're never really concerned about dangers when it comes to rounds. He could literally be getting chased but if you were to give him a quick peck—somehow—while he's trying to escape, they wouldn't care.

— He would die happy if he got caught afterwards.

— By the way, the killer wouldn't be the reason they died after you kissed them. He most likely would've died because he tried to shoot his gun to look cool after you kissed him, but then he just got flung because luck was not on his side.

— Again, though—they would die happy.

— If you were to kiss him in a safe area where the killer was nowhere in sight, they wouldn't be satisfied with just one kiss.

— Whenever you pull away from the random kiss you gave them, he'd be quick to gently grab your hand and tug you closer before saying something stupid.

"You wouldn't mind doin' that again, right, sweetheart?" "If you were to do that again, I wouldn't complain." "I think we got time for one more kiss, don't you?"

— If you give into his flirts and kiss him again, just know that you're going to be stuck there for a while.

007N7

— Shockingly, 007n7 wouldn't get insanely flustered after you randomly kiss him.

— He would most likely freeze for a moment before smiling at you, but it wouldn't be the soft ones you're used to. Instead, it's a giddy smile—one that you would reciprocate because he looks like he's on the verge of giggling.

— He'd forget where he was for a moment, but one he remembers, he's quick to look around everywhere to make sure you're both safe.

— Once he deems that you're both alright, he'll talk in a quiet voice and ask why you did it, or he'll say something else.

"Are you okay?" "What was that for—not that I mind! I don't mind, I promise." "I love you."

— Other than that, he doesn't react much.

— If you do want a reaction, though, just pepper his face in kisses.

— Then you get an insanely flustered man standing in front of you.

GUEST 1337

— For you to be able to kiss him randomly during a round, you'd either have to catch him off guard or do it when he's tired.

— Guest hardly lets his guard down during rounds—his attention being nowhere but on the situation at hand. His only thought is to keep everyone alive.

— But in doing so, that means he gets hurt, and the fog in his brain starts to grow with the pain of his cuts and bruises.

— You'd probably find him trudging around or leaning against a tree for a moment, and it would be during those moments that you could kiss him.

— He would tense at first, and his fists would clench out of habit. As soon as he realizes it's you, though, he relaxes a bit.

— As much as he wanted to melt into you and keep you against him, the longer he was with you meant the more his attention wavered.

— He would pull back before grasping your hand, and you then would get an earful about safety and such.

"Why aren't you with someone? You shouldn't be alone." "Are you hurt? Do I need to find Elliot?" "It's not safe here. Go somewhere safe, please."

— After the round ends, he'll apologize to you because he fears that he made it seem like he didn't appreciate your kiss, and he'd happily give you as many as you want before the next round starts.

— Also, he'll never tell you, but when you left after kissing him, he had to stand there for a moment to gather himself because he was flustered and couldn't think straight.

TWO TIME

— They're confused when you randomly kiss them during a round, and they likely didn't see the point in your affection due to the timing.

— Usually when you kiss Two Time, they'll give you a quick peck back before going back to whatever it was they were doing.

— But since you caught them off guard, they would just stand there for a moment before questioning you.

"May I ask why you did such a thing?" "I must ask why you did that at this time." "Are you feeling well?"

— They'll follow you until you answer their questions, but even after you do that, they'll trail behind you as if following you will make their confusion go away.

— Spoiler—it doesn't. They're confused for a while for some reason.

TAPH

— Very reactive to your random kiss.

— Unlike some of the other survivors, he doesn't freeze up when you kiss him. Instead, they'll hastily wrap their arms around you and hold you close until you break the kiss.

— As soon as you do, though, you'll be met with many gestures and hand signs.

— Eventually, Taph would calm down before giving you some final gestures. They'd point to their mouth, then yours, and before you can question him, she'd press a kiss to your lips before running away.

— Now, Taph would be the one to give you random kisses, but instead of somewhat timing when you'd do it, she just goes for it.

— He would give you a quick kiss while you're fixing a generator, or even when the killer is nearby.