His puppet (reader x Jason the toymaker) (yandear Jason)

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my eye's flatterd open i tried to lift my body but that fucking shackle wont let me even sit up plus arm's were around me and when ever i moved he grew tighter around my waist hurting the baby inside he must know it hurt me as it let out a hurtful grunt "oh good you're awake". i didint respound "because today is our wedding remmber?"my eye's widend i shock my head no i dont want to marry a pschopath my ear's heard a growl from the other side of my head his hand's started to go black and ripped my eye's relized what i just did "i me-mean i-don-dont hav-have  a dress".i stutterd out of fear this made him carmer god he's bipoler "oh puppet iv already got a dress for you". his hand lifted from my waist to my cheek stroking upand down "don't worry puppet il take good care of you" he starred into my e/c orbs he looked so carm but i knew that could be brocken easily he stopped carrising my cheeck undoing the shackle from my leg starring at me to see if i would run i shock no cause for real i dont want anymore punishment "good puppet" he got up grabbing a beutiful gown of black and velvet black roses trickled from the top of it  with a thin red bow at the side a black rose on the other this must of taken him ages to make i smiled in delight even tho i didint want to merry him but still a dress like this desserves appreshiashion "i knew you would like it"" you put all this effort of work in for me?!" he chuckled "i would always make sure my y/n is in perfect condioun" i smiled rushing to it fitting it on it was so comfy around my stomeck it felt tight on my breasts the dress was floor length so i didint need to wear highheels he looked down at me pleased he put his top hat on my head "now you are mine he wissperd i just starred into his eyes they held protection of me love but most of all insanity he kneeled down placeing black lipstick on my lips he was doing my makeup i found it odd he spun me around to a long length mirro this girl was not me but one of crazyness in a doll form i had a black line on each side of my face reaching the top of my forhead across my eye to the top of my lip a little dot at the bottom of each line long black and red lashs with black lipstick he was playing with my hair pulling it in ever direction i hissed when he pulled hard sometimes he just chuckled as he enjoyed me in pain werid fetish "now you're ready to be my partner in crime he held my hand tightly as he had his reguler outfit on i held back we walked into the same room with two chairs this time one said king while the other said queen he sat me in the chair he sat in the other hand in hand we just sat there till the doors burst open a boy i recornise and another walked in one in a white jumper the other in a brownesh jumper with a blue hood they were holding a person that looked exsorsted it was hazzel my sister i hate to the very bone she had red lipstick smerad across her lips a black tight dress she didint grow up for university on no whore more like anger rose inside me jason left my hand standing up his tall frame towering over this dissapontmint of a child he kicked her in the tit makeing her fall with a thunk "oh my dear come here please" his fingur pointing at me telling me to come over i did as told wlking over he haded me a knife "here if you really do love me to be my insanity to be my puppet kill her to show you're love for me" something over took me a bit of crazy enterd my mind i liffted her chin her eyes were watering i punched her stupid caked face stabbing her strait in the face pulling it down i felt happy i wanted more as soon as i knew she was dead i turned to jason he looked pleased he grabbed me spinning me around in the air i laugthed he hugged me "my puppet"

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