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So arriving in what seemed to be a brand new room, Diana's eyes widened as she felt the wind brush against her face and an artificial light blind her for a short moment... realising that all this was a reproduction of a French street, the young woman following the man murmured "how, how did you manage to build this... It's, it's impressive... the toys look, look alive..." then gasping as he pulled her leash and coming to her senses, then seeing him waving at her and pointing to a chair, Diana sighed and sat down as he placed her leash on the table. Despite this, the young woman took in her hands her lasso and handed it to him while looking away... The laugh that followed was hollow, and downright unsettling. He had won and he knew it, the last step was right ahead and The Toyman knew that Diana had no more moves against him. Inside it is a magical fairyland. Hundreds of dolls and their accessories line floor-to-ceiling shelves, tables and every nook and cranny. It’s a showcase for Allison Wonder’s incredible artistry. Listening to him in dismay as he spoke of the truths he believed, the young woman realised a little more why the man had lost faith in humanity, which no doubt led him to want to create his doll world... even so, she still couldn't understand why the man wanted her, knowing that she represented everything he hated... Thus sighing, Diana said "we don't have the same view of the world and we will probably never have the same, you are pessimistic and categorical about man whereas I have hope that humanity will do better which explains why I am the heroine and you are the bad guy..."

Not seeing what he wanted to do, the young woman shuddered as she felt a brush in her hair, sighing as she did so, although extremely embarrassed to have her hair done by this man, she tried to remain still as he gently and precisely ran the brush through her untangled hair. So frowning and shaking her head irritably, Diana hesitated before answering in a confused voice, "so, so that I feel shame, and, and disgust?" Allison’s primary focus is ball jointed dolls, known in the doll world as BJDs. These are not child dolls that you will find in a toy store, they are finely crafted resin dolls, stretched with rubber bands and created for collectors to style and customize. And Allison adapts in a very specific, recognizable way. His looks are well known in the Oregon doll community. Concealing himself to the shadows, not too unlike a certain Caped Crusader, Toyman continued to smile tho it was hidden by his mask. He hand carried with him a small toy doll, much in the fashion and likeness of Wonder Woman. The very Heroine that stood before him. He found it particularly interesting to see her in the flesh, she had a much more commanding presence along with good posture. But that costume, he scoffed at it. So skimpy, so revealing, of course an attention seeker like a Superhero would wear something like that he mused to himself.The hardest thing for her was to stay still and let the man wipe her mouth as if she was not capable of doing so, the man could see the irritation on her face and especially hear her grunt when he called her "good girl..." despite this diana calmed down slightly and then tried to think of what she could look like under her scary mask... If she wasn't on a leash and accompanied by this psychopath, the young woman would probably have enjoyed the calm of the walk, Diana seemed calmer and even less grumpy as she walked behind the man. Still, talking to him passed the time and lessened the feeling of humiliation despite the fact that she was convinced he had a dangerous vision. The hours that passed were then like a torture for the young woman who without her powers had become like an ordinary woman and therefore less strong physically and able to resist the detention... indeed staying in the same position for long hours was incredibly uncomfortable and painful for her who could not hide her tired face nor her feverish grunts. The heavy silence made it even harder as the only thing Diana could do was watch helplessly as the man wrote or watched him without saying a word. With no sense of time and starting to feel cold, the young woman almost lost consciousness due to physical fatigue but the man patted her cheek to wake her up making her gasp like a fragile little thing. Returning to his calm and collected voice, tho it was slightly more commanding now, the Toyman said, “Human, human…. You feel human. That is truly intriguing, it means you felt yourself superior to us regular humans before no? Is that why you went around playing hero? Because you felt pity for us humans? Regardless that hardly matters now. Open that chest, put on what’s inside and then we shall progress.” There, there little one, it’s okay, trust me everything is okay.” After a few moments the Toyman managed to calm down the doll but she still had the sniffles. Holding the doll out he asked, “Now, now little one, why are you crying?” It was the most human the Toyman had ever sounded. His presence had completely shifted to that of a concerned parent.

Diana was well aware of the humiliation of the act although she was not yet fully aware of the sexual dimension of the thing...Finally, he stepped out of the shadows. Revealing an average build male, dawning a mask with an ominously large and creep smile. It stretched ear to ear, with the cheeks being flush and the eyes equally as ominous and striking. “I shall assume you are here in search of those missing girls, would I be wrong in that assessment?” The Toyman said in a dull, quiet yet intrigued voice. The Toyman had noticed a small detail about Diana, anytime she got flustered or embarrassed she started to stumble over her words slightly, sometimes accompanied by blushing too. He’s sure that the young lady did not notice these traits herself. In all likelihood she most likely rarely got embarrassed or flustered before, always having her abilities and strength as confidence boosters. But not anymore, she was merely a human woman now and those feminine traits slowly started to emerge. When the man attached the leash to her collar, Diana shuddered and clenched her fists in frustration, she had never been humiliated like this and she never thought she would be so vulnerable... to see the toys act alone as if the man was controlling them from a distance was truly disturbing, however Diana came to her senses as he began to walk forward and pull her leash as if she were a docile pet. The 1960s to the 1990s was a bit of a boom time for dolls’ houses. With Playmobil, Barbie and other toy brands producing their own houses in increasingly different themes and styles, suddenly there was a dolls’ house for everyone. Leaving the traditional Victorian town house look behind, now you could have houses for dollies that dwelt in Miami apartments, bungalows, tree houses and more.

Then sighing, the young woman noticed the peacefulness of the park and could breathe an air that almost resembled that of a real forest... Then raising an eyebrow at what the toy was saying, Diana immediately understood that the man would remove his mask, but when he had to be alone, indicating at least that he was not a robot. While the man seemed to be thinking or remaining silent, Diana took the time to observe this new environment that really impressed her despite what she wanted to show him. Indeed everything seemed alive and fake at the same time, from the toys in the bars, the artificial light or the smell of bread in the street reminding of Paris. After being pleased with the sight of nightgown fitting her so snugly, he snapped his fingers once more, various of the once lifeless dolls and mannequins popped alive and started to move about. Some of them were only fragments of a whole, not complete in the slightest, yet they still managed to wiggly about to guard the various pathways leading to different corridors. Even with her being robbed of her powers, the Toyman felt extra precaution would still be better than none. In addition it added a sense of intimation which was needed.

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Holding that position and looking up, the Toyman took in the beauty of Diana as she stretched herself out. How the fabric clung to parts of her body while hanging off others. With every moment she made the nightgown reacted accordingly. In all the photos the Toyman had collected of her, she had never worn anything of the like. It was truly a new sight to behold. Listening then to the conversion between the two was really disturbing as the man seemed really pleasantly surprised while his voice was now childish and excited. He continued to walk. Completely silent as he made his way to marvelous tea room. Almost the entire interior was coated in white, the counters made of marble with the seems being a mix of a decorative gold or pink design. A small table with two seats adorned the center of the room, with a kitchen area being directly behind it. Walking up to one of the seats, the Toyman pulled it out for Wonder Woman, gesturing her to sit. “We can discuss things here, much more relaxing.” The Toyman didn’t stop pulling the leash until Diana was right in front of him. Seeing the sweat running down her body in addition to how tired and red she was turning was an interesting sight for him. In all his studies of Wonder Woman he realized she really ever got exhausted. So seeing her like this, so human was exhilarating. Even after hearing her desperate pleas he didn’t say a word. Just watched her move her body awkwardly only inches away from his body. After a few more moments, a word was finally spoken by the Toyman to break his silence. Simply he uttered another single word command. “Kneel” Truly, seeing the once nightly Woman Woman so out of breath, exhausted and kneeling in front of him brought a new wave of confidence to the Toyman. As she knelt and hung her head low in front of him, he didn’t giver he a seconds rest. Immediately he pulled the leash upwards so her head would be propped up and facing him tho her body was hanging low as she knelt. In a chilling voice that escaped the fixed smiling mask, the eerie voice of the Toyman emerged. “Sweet Diana, do you know what a proper woman does when kneeled before a man?”