I am a man of many things. A creature of habit. And like all creatures, my habits die hard. I am a collector. A collector of toys. Call them what you wish, pets, toys, subjects. In the end they are always my little doll. To dress and play with, to tell what to do and control. And like anyone else I am a bit.... unforgiving at times. I like to play rough with my dolls, no matter how fragile their warnings are. A shudder of almost pleasure runs down my spine just thinking of how fun it is. How the fabric of their outfits feel against my hands, how their hair knots and intertwines with my fingers... Almost orgasmic really. But my favorite moments are when they break. When they finally scream for me to do more. When they're finally a good little doll... Although it does not always turn out that way. Those are dolls we never speak of again... Those dolls are forgotten. Replaced. Just like it has been done unto me. For I do not play with dolls that are already destroyed by others. The most fragile of them all are the most defiant, and they are simply scraps to be tossed to the side. Now come be a dear, I've been wishing to add to my collection, and you are the perfect addition...
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Mad Man's Rambling
FanfictionThis is basically a collection of stories I write as if Dark was writing it whenever I can't rp him or have motivation to rp him. So I suppose you can imagine it as sort of rambles from Darkiplier. Do not repost this anywhere else without my permiss...
