“Please! I’d rather be a doll than be executed!” She pleaded. “Take of your shirt.” He commanded her. “What?” She replied. “I said take of your clothes.” He reached to her shirt. “Fine!” He saw her pristine body. Her skin was white, clean of dirt that covered her face. It was as if it was really a doll. Her breasts were of the size of balls or melons. Big enough but small to make her agile. “Theres something missing.” His face shows perplexion. He pulled her hair. “Ow!” She shouted. She pushed him away hearing a pop. He fell on the ground. “Perfect!” Her body covering her areas. “What you mean perfect? He gagged her. “I’ll polish you later.” He placed the collar on the body and clothed her.
“Here.” He gave the purse to the faceless woman. She bowed. Thanking him. She left bumping onto a wall. Left to wonder blind as Anasui smiled.
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