He watched her in all her glory. She was far from perfect but she would be once he was finished with her. She would be perfection in every sense of the word. He could have done it all at once since he put her under for everything he did but he liked to prolong it and feel her agony and torment while he watched her eyes shine with fear. Those eyes would never be touched.
First he bleached her hair which was also the only thing he had kept her awake for. She had natural, small curls and with the blonde hair he gave her, she looked more like the doll she was going to be.
"Dean," she whispered.
Then he took her teeth. After making her blonde, he had fucked her hard while she cried and screamed and begged. He had ended up gagging her with his shirt. He loved to see her tears but that voice was annoying. Afterwards he had put her under and she woke up with no teeth. He couldn't have her biting him and he wasn't gonna go without blowjobs.
"Dean, please," she looked at him fearfully.
Then he took her hands. After having used her mouth, fucking those pretty pink lips until they bled, cumming down her throat and hearing her almost choke on his cum, he had put her under again. She had woken up without her hands. He could have taken her arms but he liked to play. He was gonna take part after part until there was nothing left he wanted to get rid off.
"Ssh!" He shushed her.
"Please!" She begged louder.
She cried out as he managed to drill his way into her tight ass. There was a first time for everything and he had only used spit but he wanted her to hurt. He wanted her to bleed. First time maybe but most definitely not the last. She'd better get used to every hole of hers belonging to him.
"Shut up, you cunt!" He growled.
He pulled his shirt off and stuffed it into her mouth as many times before to muffle her screams. He didn't wanna hear her. He only wanted to see her and feel her.
"Just because I told you my name, Diane, doesn't mean you got the fucking right to use it!" He slapped her. "You got no rights here! You got that, doll?"
He came with a growl and held still. She had stopped screaming but her tears ran wildly down her cheeks. She was so beautiful when she cried and he couldn't help but smile. He pulled his shirt out of her mouth and placed a hard kiss on her pink lips.
"You're gonna be perfect, Diane," he said.
"I wanna go home," she whispered.
He laughed as he stood up and walked over to take the syringe. She knew what was coming next. He had put her under twice and she had woken up afterwards with parts of her body missing.
"What are you taking this time?" She asked in fear.
"Your vocal cord," he said and pointed to her throat. "Gonna slice that pretty throat of yours but don't worry. I'll make sure you survive it and wake up. No more words or screams or any noises out of you. Perfect."
"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked.
He smirked and grabbed a lock of her hair, twirling it around his fingers.
"Okay, here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna take parts from you constantly until you're perfect," he said.
"Perfect?" She asked.
"I could remove everything but I like to play. And I love to see the look in your eyes when you wake up and realize something's missing. It wouldn't be fun if everything was gone at once," he said.
He leaned down and licked up her cheek to gather some of the tears that was still there.
"Once I reach my end goal, you'll have no teeth, no voice, no arms and no legs. You'll just be a torso and a head," he grabbed her chin. "Your pretty mouth, your abused pussy and your tight ass, all of it will be mine. You can survive on the fluid diet I'm giving you, and trust me, Diane, I'll make sure you'll survive for many years."
He tapped her cheek and grinned madly at her.
"You'll be the perfect human doll," he said.