Bad luck? Or is it your destiny(?)

Like the previous days, you always try to escape from the building that is modified to be called a mental hospital. You're confined in it, while you yourself don't have a mental disorder. But all your attempts failed.

"Hmm so pretty..." he purrs admiring your hairdo after combing it. His current position is sitting in front of the mirror with you on his lap.

"Come on... time to take your medicine, my little doll..." He gives you two pills.