Possessing The Obsessive Maniac's Cotton Doll Chapter 1 の小説・ストーリー

" It seems you actually forgot me my doll. Don't you remember, I used to come and play with you. " Tian Tian’s heart started beating rapidly as she started feeling chill closer to her body. The constant mention of the word Doll but with an adverb My made Tian Tian feel chill down her spines. Those two words were more than enough to find out his maniac character. She wanted to run away from them but it was only her subconscious mind and not herself over there. There was nothing she could do except listening to that person. " I will soon come to you my baby doll. I will soon come to you. "

"Oh, shit, it's all over now. Dorothy didn't keep it with her tonight, and now, Laura's stolen it!" "There's no way Laura knows how to use it. An ordinary woman like her couldn't have figured it out." "Wait, she's pressing the button… She's forcibly waking up Dorothy!" "Oh, hell, no! Dorothy's physically in bed at her place. She'll be forced to resonate with the doll!" I ignored the comments and watched as the doll slowly opened her eyes. Her silicone eyes suddenly gleamed, the pupils focusing on me as fear flooded her gaze. "Who… Who are you?" the doll parted her lips and asked in a tiny voice.

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

I wasted not time, leaning on the wall, and making as less noise as possible, as I walked towards where his ass was sticking out, and at the same time I was pulling out my gun, I sank my fingers into the waist band of his jean trouserd and yanked him out of the shrubs. "I wouldn't try to run if I were you." I hissed, pointing my gun straight at his blonde head. He looked to be over twenty years old, and even if he was dressed like a damn barbie ken doll, looked really roughened up. I could tell he was no random kid, or reporter. And the bulge on his hip was evidence. "Oh, I never thought I was going to meet you in person, Luca De Santis. At least if I die, I'll die happy." Ken doll said, lau

Anything to not think about my current predicament. But how did I get here? A small groan slid past my lips as my mind circled back to it again. How had I gotten here? How had I gone from freedom, however fleeting it was , to being bound by the madness that was Ares? “You look like a mess.” Someone's voice was all it took to snap me out of my thoughts. I turned, just to come face to face with one of the maids. She muttered as she walked in, carrying a bundle of ivory lace and silk. “And you'll look even worse if you don't cooperate.”

They were still unconscious and I started to crawl towards them, but the chains pulled me back. They looked pale. It scared me and I felt they were almost dead. I started to swear as I watched their pale faces and lips. "No," I rasped. "No, no, no." I tried crawling to them again, and the chains jerked around my wrists. A soft hiss left my lips as the pain touched me. I had no idea who that woman that had captured us was, but I knew she was trouble. Alessia had better tell me everything when she got up. I had been so worried about my best friend that I hired Max the second I found out he was also a private investigator.

They didn’t even bother to turn on the light for me. I don’t know if I fall asleep or lose consciousness, but during my shouting, I fade in and out. Then, at some point, I wake up to the feeling of a man’s hand on my chest. At first, I’m delirious, thinking I’m at home, but then, whoever it is squeezes me painfully, and I hiss. I react instinctively, jerking upright, but the man grips my neck, squeezing it. “Be obedient and stay still. You’re nothing now, and since you’re going to die anyway, why not let me enjoy myself?” he growls, his breath rancid. It’s as if the man had never brushed his teeth or cleaned his mouth a day in his life.

However, he came here as if he owned the place, wearing leather gloves as if he was afraid of getting dirty, casually carrying a foreign puppet doll. The doll seemed to have sensed the danger. The originally closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a terrifying light! Even her hair started growing crazily, as if it had a life of its own, attempting to entangle the man's hand. The man lifted his gaze and pulled his finger. The puppet emitted a scream that had never been heard before. In an instant, the wind in the underground laboratory changed. The light bulb made a buzzing sound! It was evident that a malevolent spirit claiming to be a deity was getting impatient: "I commanded you to immediat

He needed to satisfy his urge and he wasn't letting go. --- what do you think of this chapter?