Devil Man in White

He was back again.

Baby Doll sat silent. He smirked as she stared at him.

“Hello again,” he said. She couldn’t speak. He held her in place. She wanted to scream at him. He patted her on the head.

“Aren’t you so precious?” he asked. Silence. He pouted as he patted her on the head.

“Aw, why so angry?” he asked. Everything about him made her want to vomit. He didn’t deserve to wear such a fine white suit. The smell of cigars on his body made her nose curl. That grin made her want to punch him out so badly.

How long are you going to keep me here?

He gave her a curious look. Baby Doll could’ve jumped in her seat when she realized that he could hear her thoughts.

“How long am I going to keep you here?” he repeated.


He sat back, smirking. “As long as I need you.” His face came within inches of hers. “Face it, I have you. I am not going to let you go. You might as well get comfortable. Because you will be with me for a while.” Her dull eyes seemed to flicker with panic.

Baby Doll? Baby Doll, can you hear me?

He frowned and waved his hand away in the air. “We won’t be having any of that.” She wanted to scream at him but she can’t. She’s just trapped in her little chair.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

“Oh, excuse me,” he said. He pulled out his phone. “Hello?” The conversation didn’t last long. Maybe about ten minutes, tops. When he hung up, he started frowning.

“I apologize,” he said. “But something has come up. I must leave you again.” He stood up and patted her on the head.

“I will be right back,” he whispered in her ear. Baby Doll shivered at the breath on her ear. He turned and walked out of the room. But she wouldn’t be alone for long.

Baby Doll? Baby Doll? Can you hear me? Baby Doll? Baby Doll?

She could hear Masayuki’s voice but she couldn’t respond to him.