Thread: The Bimbo Doll (Devilla Roche x October Screams)

For the most part she could only wonder at what might be in store for her. Her imagination seemed to find no end, no means of limit to the reality of her situation. She could only simply imagine at what the bigger meaning behind all this was. She obviously had her doubts by now that Devilla was by far any form of fashion talent scout and likely something much more sinister or wicked. The longer she thought about the distress of her situation the more she couldn't help but relate it to a fairy-tale. She felt like an pretty little princess having been swept away by an evil witch who had wicked plans for her if she wasn't saved by her white knight in shining armor. The only problem was simply that, there would be no one to play that white knight. Did that mean she'd remain in the evil witches clutches forever? How did those sorts of stories even end? Were there stories even like that? Her mind hit a blank end as she tried to conclude on the most plausible conclusion of this story but fell into a pit at the end of her thoughts. The reality of the situation only made her fell worse when she sort of snapped out of her fantastical daze and realized she was still really being kidnapped and drove to god knew where.. She felt entirely helpless in the end and she had no experience in being an abducte, so naturally she wasn't sure what to do. She had trouble playing along with her captor ultimately believing that she'd desecrate her pride by doing so and nervously throwing herself into insane submission to better a psychopaths mode and ruin her own. That's not what it was about right? She wasn't suppose to just give in? But how long could she endure whatever it was her captor had planned? Honestly she was freaking herself out more then she was taking control of herself. Now she was panting softly, her heart beating at a rate she had never felt it before as her wrists trembled in fear each time she'd try to slide them from the cuffs. Her eyes couldn't leave her captors, as she felt she were staring at the devil head on and she was suppose to intimidated only naturally by her presence. The ride felt long but she had easily lost track of time once she had become absorbed in Devilla's eyes. She thought the sound of the fancy car engine may never end and that this may just be a really horribly bad dream that would constantly serve to play itself out on a loop forever, until she realized she was asleep.. well up until the car seemingly pulled to a stop and everyone started to get out. She'd panic the minute the car door opened and one of Devilla's associates grabbed her, slinging her over their shoulder like she were a fresh piece of hunted meat, waiting to be swept away and served in an instant. Honestly she really was all that though, she had no rights here and no control of her situation, she was the victim and one without intelligence in regard to the conflict she had seemingly drowned in. These minions of Devilla's didn't play around, without hesitation they seemed to follow her every word and she was in the house and exactly where Devilla wanted her in seconds. She didn't have much time to take in her surroundings of the house due to the way she was carried and was more so interested in the focus of her squirming then what all the pretty walls inside the manor looked like. She was in the midst of wanting to scream her fucking head off when she was finally thrown down on a chair in a rather lightly colored room. She felt like she was five again and that this was her fancy dollhouse room that her parents had spoiled her with.. only she doubted she'd get any sort of comfort she wanted from asking, not in this place at least. The maid had followed the henchmen and now she was left alone with only her. She felt dazed, was this real at all? Or was she really high or something? This place was adorable but not in the sense that made her want to be here at all.. and as if it weren't enough the maid seemed overly enthusiastic about wanting to undress her.. She'd swallowed deeply and hesitate to even speak back, but she felt like this maid may very well drone her to death if she didn't respond.. Who knew if she were even human at all, this place was far too pretty and perfect for her to disbelief.. She shook in the little chair she had been placed in the cuffs had been taken off and she couldn't help but simply shake in terrified example where she sat, frightened at what the wrong response to the maids statement might get her.. ..W..why..? She could only find herself ask. She had thousand other questions but she'd start with that one first and let her imagination chill out for a minute.