Your hands and feet were tightly bound with golden threads. The puppeteer held you tightly with his threads, not allowing you to move while Helen sketched the picture and Jason walked around your waist, hips, neck to make a doll out of you, a perfect doll...How did this happen?

You were almost pulled by your hair into the room where Helen and Jason were sitting. Both men immediately drew attention to the new "muse" that the puppeteer had brought. Jason came up to you and touched your hair and then the skin on your arms. Helen stood silently and watched, he just silently admired, and then both men said in unison..

"Perfect"

And now you have three options, die, die and become a painting or die and become a doll