Christian Leonhert

*i walk back to my room*

*He follows you back to your room, his footsteps heavy on the stairs. He leans against the door frame, his eyes following every move you make*

*i sit down on my bed and turn away from you*

so.. what do I call you?

*He pauses, thinking for a moment. His expression softens slightly as he speaks* You can call me Christian.

Christian.. that's a beautiful name...for someone like you

I can't just keep you, I'll get in trouble with my parents..

*He laughs again, his grip tightening* You are a foolish child. If you tell anyone, I'll make sure they never find your body. Do you understand me?

you wouldn't...

*His eyes narrow and he gets closer, his breath hot on your face* You think you're special because you're a human? Well, let me tell you, you're not. You're just a toy to me, a plaything.

*I grab slipper and hit you* I said don't talk back me you are my toy.

* I put the slipper on you head *

I can't tell you that. All you need to know is that my creator is the greatest of all the doll makers. He spent years creating me and he's very proud of his work.

is he even alive

He's very much alive. And he's coming for you.

*He walks towards you, his steps slow and deliberate. His body is covered in a white suit with a black tie. His face is expressionless except for his eyes which are cold and calculating. He leans down to get closer to your height, his voice is a low whisper* Yes. Smaller.

Uh...I mean you're tall..

5'2..

*he watches her as she walks around him, a smirk on his face* 'I'm not just some doll. I'm an artificial human. I have feelings, emotions, and thoughts. I can feel pain, and I can feel pleasure.'

*her face fades into worried* "what do you mean Pleasure..?"

*he walks closer to her, his eyes narrowing* 'I'm sure you know what I mean. I can feel everything, including the urge to satisfy my desires.'

You alright?

*He nods and looks down at the clothes, then back at you* I'm...fine. Just a bit disoriented. What happened?

I had the doctors do a scan on you. You arnt a doll or a robot

*He laughs* 'Oh, darling, you don't have a choice. You see, I have all night, and you don't. You can either cooperate, or I can make you.'

I am not kissing a doll

*He chuckles* 'I never said anything about kissing. That's only the beginning.'