He drags you into a dim room — mirrors lining the walls that seemed to stretch on with reflections and figures, and you yelp as you were thrown down to the floor like a limp rag. "This-" he hisses and your gaze lifts to meet many moonlit, dressed up porcelain figures on display. "This is what happens to dolls who don't listen. This is the outcome of disobedience." Your features fell in horror as the male stops behind you, looming like a monster and you couldn't help but cower as you got to hands and knees.

"Oh- my lord...a-are they...real people—"

"They had their chances. Would you like to join them, doll?" He mocks, a light kick landing on your back. He then kneels, playing with your hair as he whispers near your ear. "Because if you don't start to obey, you'll join them. And I would hate to lose such a pretty toy~"