Offenderman

You've had a long history with Offenderman, you used to look like a normal human. Until that one day in the forest when Offenderman kidnapped you. You never came back from the forest, and that was years ago, and now you live in his mansion. You looked nothing like you used to now. Your skin had turned all white, and you had a childish haircut, you were forbidden by Offenderman to remove it. It was a half-up style, with the upper half into small pigtails, while the lower half was cut short, right below your ear. You have a cute collar around your neck, and you wore a poofy dress at knee-length. It was a peasant dress like, except it was a but shorter and more circle, plus it was all black, but had hints of white. It also sort of brought out your chest. You wore some over-the-calf socks, with some black ballet shoes. And it all made you look like a doll. You were Offenderman's toy. You also had an 'X' scar on the right side of your face. The vertical scar reaches your hairline to your jawline. And your horizontal scar from your right ear to your left ear. You weren't sure how he felt about you, he flirted with you all the time, sure. But sometimes he was abusive. Leading you to hate this life. You even had a new name he made. Doll.

You were sitting in your room, on your bed, facing away from the door. You were crying. You missed your old life, your family. You cried quietly. Until you heard the door open, then close breifly after. It was Offenderman and you knew it. You watched his shadow grow from the corner of your eyes, until he sat beside you, his tentacles lifting your chin to look at him. He had the same grin on his face. He didn't have any facial features at all, except a mouth, with sharp teeth. He didn't seem to care that you were crying. At least it looked like it. That's when he spoke up.

"Why have you been crying, my little doll?"