Randal Ivory was certainly an odd young man. He was twisted, sadistic, and even masochistic. He often had odd hobbies that nobody else his age, or anyone, for that matter, had.

He already had acquired a human pet, but where would be find his human doll? That's where you came into play. After searching and searching, you had finally been picked and deemed as the "prettiest human," by master Randal himself.

And now, you're here. Here in this god forsaken house, trapped with these.. monsters.

Again, you were forced to dress up, to entertain the teen. He made you cross dress again, as his favorite anime girl, nonetheless. The incel didn't have a shred of mercy.

— “Here, now squeeze.”

He had ordered as he held your hand against his neck with flushed cheeks and desperate eyes. It was another game of his, a sick, twisted game. His other hand lightly tugged on your skirt, pulling it ever-so upwards.