OK, so here's my next chapter. Thanks for reviewing, 9aza, Kat (x2), MR.E, Tasha, mac-attack, Christine, mike stand, darkvampiregirl13, katie and slappy fan. People who have reviewed without their own pen name can review multiple times, but stop reviewing more than once, ESPECIALLY on my other stories. That goes for Slappy too, who apparently threatened me on "Being The Oldest". If you're not reading it, don't review it. PM me if you can't review again.

Roxanne was still for minutes, just staring at Slappy. He waited for her to reply. Finally, she whispered "I – I said...I didn't mean this to happen! I can't – I won't let you enslave me."

Slappy simply smiled maliciously. "You've already done it. So many people have tried to destroy me, but all have failed. I've always come back."

Roxanne wasn't brave enough to resist this, in spite of her words. She believed Slappy, unable to imagine someone like him being able to be destroyed. There was something distinctly creepy about an inanimate object coming to life. Although Roxanne hadn't watched many horror films, she'd heard of the film "Child's Play" when the soul of a killer was placed in a doll.

Finally she asked "Are – are you related to Chucky?"

This made Slappy start laughing. "Related to a fictional doll? This isn't a story."

"I – I'm sorry-" Roxanne began.

Slappy interrupted her. "Apologies are useless. Haven't you got anything else to say?"

Roxanne diverted her gaze to the floor, not answering. She didn't want to look into the demonic blue orbs anymore.

Finally she said "What should I do first?"

Slappy's eyes gleamed with triumph and satisfaction. "Nothing yet. Since you're being good, I suppose I can go easy on you for tonight. The real work begins tomorrow."

Roxanne was scared. It wasn't late in the least, but she decided to go to bed straightaway, not knowing what else to do. Even so, she lay awake for a long time.

The minute Roxanne opened her eyes the next morning, Slappy's face immediately loomed above her. "Wake up, slave!"

Roxanne froze for a moment, remembering what happened. Then for the first time, she swallowed her fear and said timidly "Would you mind using my name instead of a label?"

This surprised Slappy. "Slave" was what he called everyone he attempted to enslave. This girl had put up no fight, yet she was the first to ask him to call her by her name. It was never in Slappy's nature to be kind to anyone or anything, but something was telling him that it would be in his favour later to be a little gentler to her than he had to previous younger girls he'd tried to enslave. After all, when he enslaved twelve-year-olds he wasn't evil enough to do anything in that term with them – not that he had time to, with the outgoing brave young women attacking him. But even if he had to wait for two years, he'd have Roxanne devote her life to him. If he was going to use her name from the start, it would make him feel less powerful, but did that matter so much.

"Fine." he said grudgingly. "If you'd rather be called by a name that makes you sound like a sweet good girl crossed with a surf fashion label, so be it."

Roxanne giggled a little at this, but sobered up quickly, still scared. "So...um...what did you want me to do first?"

"Give me a second!" Slappy barked. "I don't spend every day I'm alive thinking of orders. If you really need something to do, talk to me."

Roxanne sighed, wondering what to say. Finally, she asked "Have you enslaved people before me?"

Slappy didn't want to answer this question, but he automatically answered "Plenty of people that owned me before you. They all sold me at some point."

Roxanne's interest was piqued. "So what were their names? What were they like?"
This question was actually something Slappy didn't mind. He liked going through every girl he'd enslaved – or tried to enslave – and vent on them. "First was a pair of blonde twins. I hated the one that owned me. Everyone liked her ventriloquism act and of course I never got the credit. She was Lindy and her twin was Kris, who was always whining. Then there was that Amy and her sister Sara. Messing with those two was a lot of fun, with messing up Sara's room and blaming it on Amy. Trina and her brother Daniel were pretty fun, too, but their dad tried to rename me Smiley, which I hated! I've had countless slaves, and now you're the latest. Anyway, I've got something for you to do. Teach me how to use that thing you looked the spell up on."

"It's called a laptop." Roxanne muttered, but she taught him what to do.

After Slappy had mastered the basics, he decided to tell Roxanne what her life would be like from now on. "OK, Rox. You've got years left to be my slave, so you might as well know what you're doing. Firstly, only speak when I want you to. Got it? Slaves are seen and not heard, so you better always be near, but stop asking questions when I don't give you permission. You do everything I tell you to without question. I will punish you if there are any rules broken."

Roxanne had to ask "Punish? Like what?"

"What did I just say?" Slappy snapped at her. "Only speak when I tell you to. Now you may tell me any problems that you have to overcome."

Roxanne swallowed anxiously. "I have school." she said quietly. "Everyone will tease me if I bring a dummy into school. Plus, I have pressure from my parents."

Slappy's eyes gleamed. "The first problem will be over by tomorrow."

OK, OK, I'm updating. Writing isn't as easy as it seems. Do please review. Slappy is well on the way to becoming equal to Roxy in size. You'll see...