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Pixie Sandiego: You are so mean, SideshowJazz1! Do you favour some of your OCs?

Princess Nancy: True! It makes me increasingly unsettled about my future.

Me: It's not favouritism! Why don't you go sympathize with Roxanne if you're so mad at me?

Stephanie Simpson: They can. I think that girl really needs to get a life and stand up for herself.

Me: Stephanie, don't be mean. Not everyone's like you. Why don't you be Roxanne for a day?

Stephanie: *Does it and totally pwns Slappy* Beat that!

Katie: *sighs* Just get on with the chapter. To 9aza, forgetmenotflowers, Lorina Lee Belmont102, Midnight scarlett and HOAFan1023, thanks for reviewing!

The former victims didn't visit again all together. In fact, the only one to visit through the next week was Trina.

"We're planning our attack." she whispered to Roxanne. "All you have to do is not tell."

Roxanne didn't say it out loud, but she knew that she didn't want Slappy gone any more. She'd fallen so easily, but she didn't care now. She wasn't going to tell Trina, but now she really did want to belong to Slappy.

That evening, she had to address it. Slappy was lounging on her – their bed, staring into space when she entered.

"What's up?" she asked in a whisper. Slappy had been less tough on her recently, allowing her to ask questions without threatening her once.

At this point, he looked up. "The ceiling." he replied automatically, used to giving literal answers to figurative questions. He hadn't told her, but he knew why Trina had come over more than once.

"It's been a long time since I enslaved some of those girls." he mused out loud. He looked at Roxanne. "Do you know how old they are now?"

Roxanne did know. "They were all younger than me at the time." she said nervously. "Now Trina's thirteen. I think Amy said she was...fifteen, and the twins were sixteen. Britney and Molly are just twelve."

Slappy didn't answer. Dark thoughts were coming to fruition. The ultimate outcome of his plan would have him Supreme Ruler of the Human Race. He'd had some luck with Roxanne, and it wasn't like slipping out for a few nights would do anything to ruin how his slave was turning out. If any other girl gave in the way she had, then it would be so easy, In his days with Amy, he'd really been looking forward to the day she'd be old enough, but he'd blown his chances after he realized Sara had caught him ruining her room. He noted to himself to find out where Amy lived that night, and then go over. She was fifteen now, and he just wanted to see what would happen. But, of course, he'd have a bit of early night entertainment first. After all, Roxanne was pretty good when she didn't cry constantly.

He noticed Roxanne's anxiety and said "What are you so worried about, Roxy?"

"I...I'm not supposed to..." Roxanne stuttered. Finally she blurted out "They're planning an attack. The girls. Trina told me, but she didn't tell me what they're up to."

Slappy's expression didn't change on the outside, but an evil laugh echoed through his head. He'd done it! After years of failure after the death of another slave from 1874, he'd done it! Roxanne was completely under his control. She was "hopelessly devoted", "gothic Lolita", she was "limited". All in all, she was everything Slappy wanted her to be from day one.

But there was no difference. Life went on the same way for the next week of the break. Slappy did check where the Kramers lived on the Wednesday, but he decided to slip out when Roxanne was back in school the next week.

On Thursday, Roxanne's parents insisted that she spend some time out of her room. "You look really pale." her mother said anxiously.

Roxanne knew she looked awful. Every time she looked in the mirror, she could see she'd lost the sparkle she previously had. But she didn't care.

She looked back at her mother. "Mom, I'm fine. Really." she said in a small voice. It didn't sound very convincing.

"Honey, are you sure?" her mother asked. "Ever since I signed you up for that talent show when you sang, you've been acting strangely."

Roxanne shook her head. "No, I haven't!"

"Your father said that the root of the problem is probably your ventriloquist doll. Have you thought about that?"

"I've thought of nothing else!" The words spilled out of Roxanne before she thought about it. And in that moment, Roxanne did something very brave. "Mom, there is something wrong with me." she admitted. "I think – I think I should see a psychologist or a counselor." She knew that if Slappy knew she wanted to see something, there would be trouble, but at this point, she didn't care.

Roxanne was unwilling to admit that Slappy was her big problem. She cared about him too much. But she was sure there was something wrong with her. She couldn't talk to anyone about it in regular terms, and she knew she couldn't discuss it with Slappy, since that would just bring more trouble on her.

And that was how, Monday after school (which had restarted), she was sitting in an armchair opposite a young woman, eyes downcast. The psychologist waited until she was ready to talk.

Finally, Roxanne spoke. She was careful to keep living dolls out of it, but explained how she felt. "I've got a problem in my relationship. I've known this guy for a few months. We've gone on a few dates, we're in a relationship, but it feels like he's taking over my life. I didn't want to enter a relationship with him, really. But now I think I've fallen in love with him. I don't understand what's happening to me."

The psychologist looked at her for a moment, assessing the nervousness of the girl in front of her. "Do you feel trapped? Is that what you're saying?" she questioned. Roxanne gave a nod and the psychologist said "It sounds as if you're suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. It comes about when the victim is trapped, and then develops feelings of affection from whatever is trapping them."
"Well, can you help me?" Roxanne asked desperately.

The psychologist gave her a sympathetic and then reassuring look. "It might take a few more sessions." she answered. "Talking through things is the best way to get through it. But you might come through it stronger."

Roxanne sighed quietly. "I can't talk it through. You'd think I was delusional." she said sadly.

"Well," the psychologist said. "What matters in this case is that it's real to you. If you are having delusions, they might go away. Why don't you try?" the psychologist said.

Roxanne thought for a moment, and whispered "The guy is not exactly real."

OK, sorry this took so long, but this gave me a lot of trouble. Please review and tell me what you think I should do next!