While I was not present to watch what had happened to Aya and Ichigo after we split up earlier, the situation now made it clear on what had transpired. Ichigo’s usual energetic and upbeat face was repced with a look of absolute fear.
I had not managed to spot Aya’s body yet but that was secondary to assisting Ichigo in escaping from this predicament. I visually inspected the humongous male that towered over Ichigo’s petite body from head to toe. He was naked from the waist up and was only cd in a white cloth simir to how a sumo wrestler looks.
I instantly regretted not picking up that knife from earlier or retrieving my wired earpieces as it would have at least provided me with a weapon to combat this giant. Currently, the only advantage I had was the element of surprise since he had not noticed my presence yet with his focus all on Ichigo.
I quickly scouted the surrounding area for anything I could possibly use as a weapon but it was to no avail as there was nothing particurly useful present. I was running out of time as the sumo wrestler quickly approached Ichigo’s body.
I then spotted a reflective item on Ichigo’s t-shirt which was probably her sticker and if I was able to see it from such a distance away, it was certain that he saw it as well.
I could not let Ichigo get eliminated, the thought of having already lost a companion took quite the toll on my mental state and I would be letting Aya’s sacrifice be for naught if Ichigo got caught and had her innocence stripped from her.
Seeing no other option, I charged head on into the massive body of the sumo wrestler in hope that it would deter him even a little. As, I was but a weak girl and I barely moved him even when I charged at his body with all my strength.
“HMMM??!! ANOTHER ONE!! HAHAHH!!! IM GOING TO BE EATING GOOD TONIGHT!!” He excimed as he turned his attention towards me.
“YUZU-SAN!!! RUN AWAY!!” Ichigo called out in desperation.
With a quick half hearted flick of his forearm, he nded a blow onto my abdomen which knocked my body back a few centimeters away. The pain was bad but tolerable as I tried to find my footing.
“What a fucking monster. Just one strike was all it took to knock my whole body away. He’s probably an experienced sumo wrestler which means that a face to face physical battle is absolutely not in my favor.”
I thought to myself as I tried to stand back up but my core muscles told me otherwise as they were screaming out in pain as a result of that blow I received earlier.
“NO TIGHTS AS WELL!! LAME!!! NO MATTER, U ARE A CUTIE TOO AREN’T YOU!! I’LL ENJOY YOU FIRST”
With just one hand, he managed to life my entire body off the ground and effortlessly hoist me in the air with my legs dangling. He then lifted my body directly above his head and tilted his entire head upwards.
Since I was wearing a dress, that meant that he had an unobstructed view up my dress. Without any hesitation, he then stuck his entire head up the hem of my dress which felt extremely uncomfortable.
His head was directly in front of my crotch and I could feel his repulsive breath on my inner thighs. While I was unable to see what he was doing under my dress, it was probably a blessing in disguise as I did not want to know whatever this perverted sumo wrestler was doing.
The next thing I knew, I could feel a tug at my panties. They were slowly and forcefully being separated from my crotch. This creep was probably using his mouth to pull off my underwear.
Tug by tug, I could feel the cool air grazing my crotch as my panties were being removed against my will. I was expecting the worse when I could feel the fabric that used to cover my lower body reach my ankles.
“LET YUZU GO YOU CREEP!!!”
A familiar voice screamed out as I saw Ichigo charge straight at the man’s towering body through my peripheral vision.
“ICHIGO NO! STAND BACK!!”
I tried to warn her but it was too te as her feeble attempt to ram into the tough body of this creep came to naught almost instantaneously as he used his other free arm to deliver a blow to her back which knocked her unconscious.
“NOW THAT THERE ARE NO MORE PESTS, LETS CONTINUE!!”
The sumo wrestler commented excitedly as he finally removed my panties off my ankles. I watched as the silk dropped lifelessly to the cold hard floor and with that, my crotch was id bare to this disgusting monster.
With my entire lower body exposed, it was certain that the sticker that was on my bottom was as clear as day to him.
As he turned his gaze upwards once again to stare up my dress, I had lost all hope. I had no weapons left, no strength to even struggle out of his grasp and nothing to protect myself from being taken advantaged of.
“Is this how this is going to end? Without me even having a chance to see my dear family once again.”
I thought to myself as the life drained out of my body but the next thing I knew, my body was flung to the cold hard floor.
The impact made it so that I was unable to stand up for a while simir to when the sumo wrestler hit me.
After about 30 seconds, I managed to muster the strength to sit up. The first thing I did was feel for the sticker on my bottom and thankfully it was still there which meant that I had not been eliminated yet.
I turned over and what I saw gave me the biggest shock of my life. The giant body of the creep that almost raped me minutes ago was now lying lifelessly on the ground. What was even weirder was that blood was coming out of his mouth and his overgrown was not only immobilized but quite literally lifeless.
“What the hell happened?”
I muttered under my breath as I tried to figure out what had happened. I had first thought that it was Kanade saving me again but there was no sign of her. It could not have been Ichigo either since she was still lying down on the ground in pain from the blow to her back from the once sumo wrestler.
“My my, it seems that luck is on your side today as I am in a good mood.”
An unknown voice that did not sound the least bit welcoming called out from behind the shadows. Soon after, a silhouette of a skinny man came into sight. His footsteps were oddly hypnotic as it felt that every step he took in my direction was executed fwlessly which reminded me of the sounds of a ticking clock.
As he slowly closed the gap with his rhythmic walking, his appearance soon became visible. He was skinny but not emaciated, his limbs were weirdly long for his height and he was cd in a 3 piece suit which quite literally did not match the atmosphere given that we were in some sort of prison.
This guy was no doubt another prisoner but something about the air he emitted felt off. I did not sense any form of carnal male energy from him but for some reason, all the hairs on my body stood up and goosebumps formed on my hands just from the eerie vibe he gave off.
I wanted to run but my legs would not work so I was basically a sitting duck for him. Strangely, he did not rush over to my body like the previous prisoners but he took his sweet time in closing the distance.
“Who the hell are you!”
I called out at the peculiar man to which he replied with a wide grin on his face.
“Fear not pink haired girl, for I am here to liberate you.”
He replied as he finally made it in front of me which gave me a perfect look at his face which looked like he was roughly thirty years old. Without another word, he pced one hand on my back and the other on my knees and carried me up like how a princess would be carried in fairy tales except for the fact that there was nothing magical nor desirable about my current situation.
I tried my best to struggle but I simply cked the energy to do so after everything that has transpired.
“YOU CREEP!! Get your hands off me!”
I used whatever energy I could gather to struggle but it was meaningless and it did nothing to deter this man.
“There is no need to struggle, for you are now mine. We shall have a fun time together. The great doll master Masayoshi has chosen you as his newest addition to his collection, you should be honored.”
I tried to process what he said but I decided against it as this guy was probably just another weirdo so I was better off conserving my strength. He then walked towards my panties on the ground and picked them up and pced them into a pocket inside his suit.
Soon after, he walked towards Ichigo’s body as well and transferred my body onto his left shoulder such that he could use his right hand to carry her body as well.
I was not expecting such strength from a lean man like this but I guess looks can be deceiving.
After he picked up both my body and Ichigo’s body off the ground, he smirked and carried our bodies towards one of the prison cells on the third floor.
My heartrate started to spike which was probably my body giving me a sign that something bad was going to happen. I turned over and saw that Ichigo was still unconscious.
After reaching the top of the stairs, I looked at the cell he was heading towards and it gave me another bad feeling as it looked completely different from how the other cells looked.
The cell he carried us to looked a little different from the others as it did not have a locked metal gate in front of it like the cells of the other prisoners but instead it had 2 guards standing outside and it was not locked which hinted that this creep was not an ordinary prisoner.
As he approached the guards, both guards bowed to him before stepping aside to allow him to enter the cell. As he walked past the guards, I heard them greeting this guy which was another thing that was new.
“Welcome back Sir, as requested Prisoner 256 was forcefully eliminated. We hope you have a fun time with these 2 new additions to your collection Masayoshi-sama.”
“Ah yes! Most thanks. I must say being a VIP does have its perks. Well hurry along now. I do not liked to be disturbed.”
The creepy man known as Masayoshi replied before dismissing the 2 guards from their post.
“VIP?!!!” So this is who that announcer was referring to.”
He then carried both Ichigo and my body into his “cell” and shut the door.
As he entered, the room that was once pitch bck lit up and what greeted my eyes was nothing short of horrifying.
Life-sized dolls all cd in different lolita dresses lined the perimeter of the cell. Each one of them had a different look to them such as differing hair, hairstyle, general appearance. As much as I hated to admit it, they looked marvelously well made to the point they looked like real girls.
There were too many to count but I would assume that there were at least 50 such dolls present in the room.
They all looked lifeless as they should given that dolls aren’t exactly alive but something about them made me get an eerie feeling as if they were alive yet not alive at the same time.
Masayoshi then id both my and Ichigo’s body on some sort of clothes stand and quickly tied our hands and legs to the wooden stand such that we were upright and would not fall. The speed at which he tied our limbs was immacute as if he was some sort of seasoned expert.
This set off almost every warning bell in my head but there was nothing I could do. Not now at least.
In an effort to buy time and to find out more about our current predicament, I called out.
“Who the hell are you and why have you brought us here.”
“A curious question indeed little girl. I guess it is only common courtesy to introduce myself since you belong to me now. My name is Masayoshi and as you probably have already figured out by now, I am a dollmaker.”
“What do you mean by I belong to you! Who gives you the right to decre that.”
“Oh my, You must have forgotten your current predicament. Your sticker is on your butt cheek and that other girl’s is on her shirt. I could remove them any time I wanted to and have eliminated you anytime I wanted to and let you be ravaged by those other deranged sex-driven prisoners but instead I showed mercy and gracefully saved you and gave you a home.”
The creepy dollmaker expined while rummaging through a rge workbench in the room which appeared to be full of varying tools.
“What do you pn to do to us?” I asked.
“Its simple actually, the 2 of you are going to be a part of my family and live with me forever.”
As he finished his sentence, he piled up several tools from his workbench onto a portable trolley and gracefully pushed it towards Ichigo who was still unconscious and being hanged like some sort of mannequin.
“Since your dear friend is still sound asleep after receiving that terrible blow earlier, I shall handle her first. You will have the great honor of being able to watch me work. You should be honored.”
Masayoshi said as he picked up a metallic object from the trolley. Its sharp reflective glint reflected the light from the ceiling mp which made it clear what it was that he held in his hands.
It was a pair of scissors.
The pair of scissors was unlike those I was familiar with that were commonly used in school or at home. This particur pair was fully metallic and it had a sleek appearance which only accentuated its sharpness.
It reminded me of those that a surgeon would use for precise and detailed cuts. It was obvious what he was going to use them for yet my mind prayed for my intuition to be wrong.
“What the fuck are you going to do to Ichigo!!” I called out in anger.
“Ichigo huh. What a beautiful name. A fitting one for the newest addition to my collection.”
He pced the sharp end of the scissors at the hem of Ichigo’s shirt and closed the scissors.
“SNIP!!”With a set of precise cuts that happened in the blink of an eye, the shirt that Ichigo was wearing became mere shreds of fabric on the ground. With her upper body exposed to the cool air, the man smiled and excimed.
“Yes, you will be a fine addition indeed.”
