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His eyes were practically gleaming green now. He licked his upper teeth, tilting his head- his hat tumbling down his shoulder, which his free hand caught. He gave you a bow, the hat in one hand. You almost blushed. He took a step forward. You were shaking by now, your body wobbling like jello. "Hi, my doll~!" Mr. Glutton had begun eating the dismembered body parts, covered in wax by the corner of the room. Jason walked up to you, before cupping your chubby face with the palm of his hand. His hand was surprisingly warm. The door slammed open. A clown of some sort waltzed in. He had light blue hair, dark red sleeves and a collar with silver bells attached to them. "HI- oh." He stared at you and Jason for a moment. He slowly grinned. "Who's the pretty new face?" he cooed, licking his black lips. He had small circles on his paper white cheeks. Jason's eyes widen and he whirls around his coat, nearly falling off his shoulders. "That is none of your business," snapped Jason. "It is if

You felt something curled around you. It made a sound like the inside of a beanie bag and had the texture of a silk blanket. What was this? You grinned slightly and opened your lids coming face to face with swirling eyes. You felt your smile fall. The eyes were connected to a snake head. A purple snake- like creature was wrapping its tail around you. It opened it’s crooked mouth, speaking. ”Oh, you're finally awake! Right when I was about to eat you….” Its mouth dropped to floor, disturbingly low, and you could see jagged pointy teeth. Pink drool came from its mouth, dropping onto you lap. You shrieked. ”Mr. Glutton, don’t eat her.” The snake’s mouth lifted back up closing in a wry smile. The snake like creature angled its head to a doorway where Jason stood. Memories flooded your mind as you remembered what happened before, the sawed up skinny body parts covered in wax, the fact he forced you into a kiss. ”So she’s one of your dollies," said the snake like thing, called Mr. Glutton

You are laying on a stiff mattress. Your head was pressed on a fluffy pillow. You were looking up at a blank ceiling. You shifted, causing flakes of something to fall to your lap. White flakes and you smelled something familiar to candles. Then you saw. Your hands were coated in wax down to your wrists. You couldn't move your fingers. You tried to break your hands free but it was creatively constraining your wrists. Maybe it took you a while to give up getting rid of them or maybe you decided to quit wasting time, focus on that later and figure out what was going on. You fully forced yourself to sit up. You could now see the red laced sheets of this bed. You were in a dress that looked like a doll's outfit and it was your favorite color but it was itchy against your skin and tight on your hips. Clothes always felt sorta tight but not this tight. Your eyes trailed down to the laced socks to your feet and then to the figure across the room. A tall figure. A man in a hat stood on the