In the perfect showcase glass, laid a beautiful doll-like figure with white soft smooth skin, curled long lashes and rosy lips. Every part of him seemed beautiful to everyone. Just to visit that gorgeous doll, It would take hundreds of millions and it seemed that no one was able to buy that ethereal doll...But who knew that the cold mafia one day would have his eyes laid on that great beauty...
Laine tapped at the glass box he was in, which only opened once a day. Sighing about why his life was like that, he began to cry but crying wouldn't solve anything. "CLACK" Suddenly someone entered the room and Laine stared at him edging towards him. It was a tall, handsome, cold looking man with frizzy yet neat black hair and his eyes were deep blue like of ocean that would pull in anyone. His body seemed great and he had a gun hung in his pocket.
Coldly taking a few steps towards the doll-like Laine, he stared at him coldly examining the great beauty in front of him and not long before a dark smirk covered his face making Laine flinch and tremble. "You're a robot, Aren't you?" He asked all of a sudden and Laine slightly nodded his head. "Even robots can cry?" Norman asked touching the glass box where Laine was kept decorated between flower inside it. "I want this one no matter what the price." Norman shuttered coldly and a man hurriedly came running.
Not soon after, Laine was taken out of the box and put into another box beautifully wrapped in glittering plastic.
Norman smirked looking at his beautiful robot doll worth a lot of dollars. More than that... Carved beautifully and given the perfect shape, This doll now belonged to Norman and only Norman...
But what does the doll want, Norman or robotic freedom? Being a beautiful doll or being an independent thrown doll...Daddy Doll Dollar.
(Part 2, Contains SM'UT)
