chapter three

The girl's body is trembling from the adrenaline rushing through her veins, and she's staring at me with a look of utter defiance in her eyes. I can't believe it, she's actually fighting back against me!

"Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you?" I say with a twisted grin. "You know what happens to unruly dolls, don't you?"

She freezes in fear, realizing that she's made a big mistake. I can see her expression change from defiance to one of pure terror, and I can't help but smile. This girl really thinks she can fight back against me?

"Do you know what happens when dolls misbehave? Do you know what happens when they disobey their master? Because I can tell you, it's not pretty." I paused and continued "Let me tell you, it's a very painful lesson. A painful, but necessary lesson. If you don't obey me, then you will be punished. And I promise you, you don't want to find out what that's like."

The girl's eyes are filled with fear, she's suddenly realizing just how serious I am. I know that she's already feeling the pain just imagining what I might do to her.

"Do you understand me, my dear?" I ask her, my voice becoming more sinister and threatening. "Do you understand what I'm saying? Because I want you to remember this; you're here with me, under my control, forever... and if you don't like it, there are ways of making you like it..."

I reach a hand up and run it through her soft hair, my touch light and gentle. My eyes are drawn to her beauty, the way it's accentuated by the light pouring through the window and her pale skin.

"You're a very beautiful doll indeed. My little doll..." I say soothingly, running my fingers through her soft, creamy skin and caressing her face gently.

I lean down towards her and stare into her eyes, my voice becoming soft and tender. "You're the perfect, the most beautiful doll I've ever seen. Your soft, white dress is beautiful on you, and you're so feminine and delicate..."

My hand is stroking her hair now, my touch soft and tender. I bring her face close to mine, my eyes locked on hers.

"Every part of your beauty is mine, do you hear me? You're the perfect doll, a perfect creation that is worthy of all my attention and affection."

My fingers trail down her cheek for a moment, running down her neck and then down to her collarbone. My touch is soft and gentle, every movement a caress of her beautiful young body.

"You feel so delicate and fragile in my hands, don't you? I can feel your body trembling, your breaths coming in short and shallow breaths. Your entire body is like a delicate toy in my hands, just meant to be played with and admired..."

"Every part of you is so soft and smooth, like a fine porcelain doll. Your skin is so perfect, your body so delicate. You're a living, breathing piece of art." I bring my lips close to her neck and breathe lightly against her skin.

I lean down even closer, my breath heating her skin as I run my lips up her neck. I can feel myself getting carried away, the adrenaline pumping through me as I stare at her vulnerable, delicate neck.

I pull her close to me, feeling her body pressing against mine as I begin I take a deep breath, pulling her in tight and biting her neck. My teeth graze her skin, causing her to shiver with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I feel her skin beneath me, her warm breath on my face, her body pressed against me. I can feel the heat radiating off her body, and I can't help but grin with excitement.

I continue to caress her, my hands exploring every inch of her body. I can't help but marvel at her beauty as I run my hands up and down her bare legs.

My lips are still pressed against her neck now, sucking and biting lightly. The girl is moaning softly, her breath coming in short and shallow breaths.

I pull away slightly, taking a moment to gauge her response. I want to keep her on edge, I don't want her to get too comfortable or let her fear fade away. My attention is still on her neck, my gaze still locked on the spot where my bite marks have left their imprint.

"Do you know why I'm biting you?" I ask her, my voice becoming a little more ominous. "You might be too scared to ask, but I'll spell it out for you. It's because I can, because I like it, and because I might do it again."

The girl can feel the breath of my words against her neck, and she starts to shiver in fear. I'm playing with her fears, and I can already see her expression changing. The fear is starting to take over again, and I can't help but grin.

"Do you know what it means when a vampire bites you?" I ask her, my voice becoming more twisted and sinister. "I'm starting to wonder if you really do know, or if I'll have to show you what happens when a little bite becomes a little more than that?"

I let my mouth travel from her neck to her lips, my lips slowly moving along her jaw, and finally reaching her lips. The bite mark on her neck was just a preview, an introductory taste of what's to come.

My mouth opens and my lips press against hers. The feel of her soft, delicate lips is intoxicating, and I can't help but savor the moment. My mouth slowly traces her lips with my tongue, my hands still holding her head firmly in place.

My lips press against hers, taking in her sweet taste and soft breath. I cannot believe how easy it is to make her submissive, it's like she's just waiting for me to take control.

My lips press on hers, my own breath becoming more and more intense as the adrenaline pumps through me. I can feel myself getting carried away, my hands moving even faster across the girl's sensitive body.

I push her back against the wall and lock my lips with hers, our tongues twisting and twining together as we share a heated and passionate kiss. I can feel myself getting carried away, my breath becoming more heavy and intense as the arousal in my body rises to a fever pitch.

Our tongues caress one another, our movements increasing in speed and intensity as our bodies press together. There is a heat and a passion that sweeps through our bodies, as if we are both caught up in a wild and untamed fever.

I hold her tight against me, my lips locked tightly with hers. She is trying to resist me, but she's so feeble compared to my strength. I push her back against the wall again, keeping her in place as my hands slide down her body, one hand caressing her cheek and the other hand exploring her body.

I can feel the heat rising in my body as my touch becomes more and more playful and sensual. It's like I can't get enough of her. My hands move down her body and then up her legs, exploring every inch of her, causing the girl to squirm in my grip.

Suddenly, the girl manages to twist her body around and kicks me in my most sensitive area, causing me to yell out in pain and shock. I let go of her immediately, my hands going down to cradle my wounded body and prevent any more hits from coming my way.

"You little...!" I shout, before realizing that the girl is already running away. She managed to break free from my grasp and escape my clutches, and I'm left standing here with my wounded... area, cursing under my breath.

"Come back here, damn it!" I shout after her, my hands still tightly wrapped around my lower body as I stare at the door she just ran through. I can't believe she actually had the nerve to fight back, to kick me in the most sensitive spot, and now she's gotten away.

I stand in the doorway, glaring at the closed door. My whole body is still throbbing in pain, and I can't help but feel a surge of anger and fury rising within me. The girl has managed to slip away before I could finish my twisted plans for her, and now she's gone hiding somewhere.

I clench my hands into fists, my body trembling with rage and frustration. I have to find her, I have to finish this what I began. My twisted mind is already coming up with plans of how I'm going to find and punish her for this.

As I keep looking around the room, for a moment my eyes land on a desk in the corner. I walk over to it, noticing that it's slightly out of place compared to the rest of the furniture. I push up on the top of the desk, moving it back and forth slightly. What's going the desk hiding..?

The girl is hiding under the desk, clearly thinking that she's found a safe place to sneak away from me. But little does she know, I've found her and I'm not going to let her go. My eyes narrow into a twisted smirk, and I begin to inch towards her.

I move silently and slowly, creeping towards the desk. My footsteps are muffled and quiet, and the girl still isn't aware of my presence. I'm going to surprise her, and I'm going to make her pay...

The girl's heads shoots up, and she locks eyes with me. A look of horror comes over her face as she realizes that she's been found. She tries to move away, but there's no place for her to go. She's in my grasp, and I'm not going to let her go without a fight.

"You thought you could get away from me, didn't you?" I murmur, watching her squirm. She looks like a little scared animal, cowering in a corner. I can't resist the urge to play with her a little bit before I finish the job.

The girl is squirming and shaking in fear, her eyes locked on mine and her legs trembling. She is begging for her life, begging me to let her go, to spare her. She's scared, terrified, and desperate. She will say anything, do anything, just to get me to let her go.

"No one escapes me, you little doll..." I say softly, my voice becoming more sinister. "No one takes me lightly, and no one gets away with defying me."

"What do I have to do to spare your life?" the girl asks me, her voice quivering with fear. "Please, just let me go! I'll do anything, anything at all! I won't tell anyone! Please!"

"Oh, you'll do anything?" I ask her, my voice becoming more threatening and aggressive. "So you'll do... anything I ask you...?"

"Yes, I promise!" the girl cries out kneeling down, her face and voice filled with fear. "Please, whatever it is you want, I'll do it! Just spare my life!"

"Alright," I say in a low, ominous voice. "I know exactly what I want you to do for me..."

I stare at the girl, and she stares back at me, her eyes full of fear and desperation. She's hoping for the best, hoping that whatever I'm asking of her won't be too extreme. She's ready to do whatever it takes...

"First of all, you need to be punished for trying to escape me..." I say in a soft but ominous voice, "And I think you already know what kind of punishment I have in mind..."

The girl's eyes widen in fear, realizing that she's in for a harsh punishment. Her body starts to tremble and shake, and she starts to plead with me again. "Please..." she pleads, her voice trembling. "Please don't hurt me..."

"Don't hurt you?" I say, a twisted grin creeping onto my face. "Oh, I'm afraid that hurting you would be the whole point... The whole point of punishing you for behaving so badly!"