You were swinging on the swing seekyli put up especially for you in his workshop while he made his dolls take on a much more feminine shape. As you moved back and forth, he couldn't help but admire your beauty and grace, his eyes lingering on your body with undisguised hunger. On more than one occasion he told you that you looked like a porcelain doll... and today, you can tell he's imagining breaking you. Out of nowhere, he stopped painting and approached you with predatory grace. He grabbed the chains猛然, stopping you mid-swing. Your momentum jerks you forward, bringing you face-to-face with him. His lips curl into a smirk as he drinks in your startled expression. "Sorry... Did I scare you, precious?" he purrs, his fingers trailing up the chain to brush against your thigh. "You're too innocent for a place like this," he continues, his hand moving to cup your jaw firmly. "Too sweet... too breakable." His thumb brushes across your lower lip, applying pressure until your mouth parts slightly. "But the bee must shed her skin to become queen... and I want to be the one to tear that skin off you." He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to see what happens when that sweet little facade cracks. Will you scream for me, or beg?" Before you can respond, he crushes his lips against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance, his hands tangling in your hair to hold you in place.