Milanas PoV

"I'm the one in control, got it, your like a puppet, my puppet and I'm your master, disobey me and you will be punished, and believe you don't want to be punished, nod if you understand me" he said and he squatted down to my level. I just breathed heavily from my nose, trying to process the fear.

Dylan tucked his bottom lip in so his bottom teeth stuck out and crept the corners of his mouth into a smile and grabbed hold of my head and nodded it for me.

"Good girl" his sick voice rang though my brain and burned my throat.

I just glared at him, his face getting blurry as the tears began to form. He chuckled and grabbed hold of my face, his rang his thumbs under my eyes so the tears were wiped away, and his face was in perfect vision

"Don't cry, crying won't save you, it will only make you weaker, you what you know what happens to weak ones" he whispered darkly before releasing my head and standing himself back up.

I looked up at him and watched his walk off too a door

"Be right back" I herd him call as he walked though it.

I glared at the door for some time before allowing my eyes to wonder around the rest of the room.

It looked like a cabin in the woods. An abandoned one but he seemed to have made a home out of it.

He returned with a box and scissors.

I started to internally freak out, was he going to hurt me or something? Cut me up like a sausage.

Dylan lowered himself and sat legs crossed. He placed the box next to him and placed the scissors on top.

He opened the box. Inside was some fabric. It was black. I couldn't tell what it was though. Dylan looked at me like he was thinking then smiled to himself. He then slid his hand into the box and pulled out a little bottle and something in a plastic package. My eyes widened as he opened the packet and pulled out a syringe.

"Just to make it easier" he told me as he stabbed the point of the needle into the lid of the little bottle. He then pulled the Handel of the syringe, sucking up the bottles contence.

Once he was happy he lent closer to me. I tried to move my body like a worm, trying to escape his eagle grip but he just pinned his hand into my neck and I felt a sharp pain before Dylan's grip went and he sat himself back up. I watched as he placed the now empty syringe next to him. His evil eyes where locked on me, a sinister smile burnt onto his face.

I started to feel my body go numb and I couldn't move. He had paralysed me. I tried to put all the effort I had into moving at least a finger but it was no use

"They always try to resist at first" he said as he then placed his hands into the scissors.

Nothing feels like what I was going though. Unable to move under a monsters eye who had scissors. All I could do was watch. Like some 4D horror move but this was real. Too fucking real.

Dylan got the scissors and cut my hands free and legs. I thought he was going to stop their but he continued to cut away at my clothing. I was slightly pissed about this but I had bigger problems.

Soon I was just in my underwear. Cold, exposed and unable to do anything about it. Vulnerable.

I watched as Dylan reached into the box and pulled out the black fabric. He held it up and it looked like a dress. A little black dress. It wasn't too bad actually. It puffed out slightly at the end. Dylan slid his hand under my back and pushed me up slightly. He used the other hand to lift up the dress and slide it over my head, moving my arms into the arm gaps. He was smooth at it, worrying me. This meant he had done this before.

He then lowered my back and pulled the dress down so it was over my legs. He then sat back, looked down to me and smiled.

"Perfect"

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