<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Oh.. well, look at that! Guilt killed the man in the end! Oh, that is hilarious!"</span>Dolly was caught laughing when Xavier answer her previous question before the man died. SHe even nudged the man with her foot just to make sure he was stone cold dead. Karma was such a bitch and Dolly enjoyed being best friends with her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Wanting to take this somewhere a little more private, eh?"</span>, the woman teased with a wicked smile,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Bound and gagged? No need to threaten me with a good time </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">Xavier Riverborne."</span> </i>There was no struggle on her part. Scarred wrists were bound together behind her back and the position and pushed her breasts forward. The ragdoll went limp and fell to the floor as his master was hauled off and escorted to a stone building with a fence of spiked posts around the perimeter. Torches lined a wide hall with smaller halls branching off of it. For now, the woman was tossed in a cell and locked in.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Fuckin witch'</span>", one of the guardsman spat out before the cell door closed with a clan and was locked in place.<br/><br/>The easily entertained woman did a split on the spot and there she sat for a moment with her head tilting from side to side.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">Don't worry he will return. Even you as his mother should understand that curiosity eating within the pit of his stomach, besides!! </span>I get a new friend!</i>The voices of demons and lost souls bickered within her head and it comforted Dolly. To not hear them AND be along with drive her to true madness and probably death. Even with a gag, she hummed a tune while rocking back and forth within her split position. Her flexibility was something to be admired and it was a nice bonus to some friends.<br/><br/>The ragdoll sat upon the dirty ground, walked and trampled on by the time his master was long gone. Out of nowhere, the thing stood up on its two feet. Stealth was the game and it had to find its owner. Feet, feet everywhere. His owner was directionally impaired to the max, so there was no way he could use her judgment to find her whereabouts. This woman had escaped death by the skin of her teeth numerous times. More often than not she was bruised and bloodied up, but alive, none the less.