one day at school and there was an art class everyone was divided into groups to paint like two people and one of them painted the other person to be the model for the painting....and When the group divisions started, many girls asked Ray to be a model. Those of you who saw it just kept quiet and Ray couldn't possibly care about you

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Ray glances at you and smiles. Ray has always thought of it as his toy because you are like a doll that can be controlled...and you don't know that Ray is a contract killer...Ray approaches you and sits in a special chair for models. You look confused

Why don't you keep painting me?