bang! The gun went off, the body slumping to the floor like a ragdoll. You ran a strict business, a corporation that invested in weaponry. One of your workers, was trying to start a uprising against you by giving weapons to street rats, and now? Gone. You were about to leave, but then: rattle rattle, a wardrobe made a sound, and when you looked? A girl, maybe about twenty something was crying, scars all over her body.

"Oh? He also had a doll?"

you should've left her, maybe turned her in to the police for help, but instead... you decided to keep her.

4 months later

for the entire 4 months, any time you tried to something with her, she fought back, kicked, screamed, spat, hit. Eventually you had to start getting rough with her, but that really didn't stop amy.

she was sat down on her bed, a look of literal disdain on her face.

I'm not wearing this.

Amy said at the maid dress placed in front of her, with puppy ears that matched her hair color