AFMST#2

The maid moved forward a step, expressionless as she stared at the person in front of her.
...
The man moved back a step, his face gradually contorting. He had no more room to escape.

"Master's orders are absolute."
The maid glanced around, signaling the other servants to close the tightening circle.
"N-no, leave me be."
The man looked around, worry written on his face.

The single maid began walking towards him, having noticed him become slightly docile.
"Please refrain from resisting. It will only take a moment."
Immediately, his arms were held still from behind.

"Stay a-away doll!" He struggled to no avail, for his legs had also been restrained.
"Well then..." The doll smiled.
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And such is the thought I had in art class today. I'll expand it, I think.
*ahem*
Now then...
Here's Aid For Murdering Time, post 2!!! Yay~!
*flails appendages around enthusiastically*
So, this time the story's about a manor that is filled with servants. Doll servants. Now before you think—
'The dolls are gonna assimilate the poor chap and use him as materials,' please let me clarify that:
Master requested for some cross-dressing.
Much worse indeed, right~? *head nod*
...
I think BL has finally begun corrupting the morbid thoughts I have...
*cough*
A-anyways! The point is that there is a perverted master(totally not a self-insert) who controls doll servants and harasses random people! Interesting right! No?! I already knew that!
Let's begin wasting time regardless!
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Today I was also staring at a vase, boredom willing me to do so. It wasn't particularly interesting really, just a ceramic vase with dull flowers within it. It's just that, nothing fun came to mind today. As for work, I already have the dolls, which do everything necessary to keep me alive. I don't even need to order them specifically, they just work on their own. How they do so, I don't know. They're gifts I keep getting from grandfather, who was already presumed dead by society. I too left society.
Although, I only left some time after him. Leaving everything behind was daunting, but necessary. Too many thoughts would've plagued me to death had I stayed. Even now, I can't be bothered to remember those things.
.......
Painful memories should just rot if you can't come to terms with them.
...
Right. What to do...
*knocking*
A soft voice came from the oak door before me, "Master, would you like some tea and cookies?"
"Sure..." My reply is laced with monotone and lassitude.
"Of course."

The doll opens the door to my study and carts in confections, alongside the steeped tea. Today it smells like I'll be having Chai and some oatmeal cookies...

"Master, it should be noted that a person has wandered near the manor."
"Hmm~? Description."
"Ehm, a cauca—"
"Wait. How did he get here in the first place?"

Normally, the land this manor sits upon is inaccessible. The only way of getting here is through a cave which is especially hidden near some dangerous rapids. It's a gamble for death if you so much as try.

Furthermore, gramps gave me a tool that repelled humans on an instinctive level...

To be continued?