Whoever had kidnapped you, they sure moved fast. You were stuck inside the tiny purple cloth they had caught you in. A small hole was visible in the top, so you peeked outside of it and looked down.

"Grass... and cobblestone? Where am I?!"

Wherever you were, it certainly wasn't the desert anymore. It now smelled of flowers and heavy perfume.

Whoever caught you slowed down and entered a large building. You watched as they walked through several halls, each one coated with gold and white furnishings. The rug was a royal purple with gold tassels. You ducked back into the cloth and shivered.

The kidnapper slowed his pace and knocked three times on a door.

"Come in."

The door swung open, and the kidnapper stopped. They bent down and opened the cloth. You tumbled out, bumping your head on the floor.

"Ow... you could be a bit nicer with me!" You yelled.

"As you requested, Roi Du Poison. One tiny prefect."

"Roi Du Poison?" You asked. You looked up to see a large figure sitting before you.

"Excellent work, Rook. Dismissed."

Rook, who had been the one to catch you, nodded and left the room. You looked up at whoever was standing before you, though you were pretty sure it was Vil. He was very beautiful, you had to admit. He had blonde hair, purple eyes, and indigo nails.

"Why have you—"

"Silence, potato. You are in the presence of Vil Schoenheit. You shall speak only when addressed."

Vil got up, walking up to you and staring down at you with a smirk. You shrunk back at his overwhelming presence.

"Well well well, what do we have here? A tiny potato? Now this is something you don't see everyday..."

"P-please—"

"I said SILENCE," Vil said, raising his voice. You covered your ears from the volume of his shouting. "Now, listen up. I've brought you here simply because of one reason; I want YOU to be my personal mannequin."

"Mannequin?!" You asked. "I was kidnapped to play dress-up?! That's-"

"I. SAID. SILENCE!" Vil raised his boot and stomped it before you. You screamed and fell over from the unstable ground. "Honestly, all you potatoes do is yell and spew your insidious banter. When I say silence, you remain silent. Understood?!" he yelled. You covered your ears and nodded frantically.

"Now, because you're all the way down there and small, you must obey my every command. And if you say no, well..."

Vil raised his boot again over you as though he planned to step on you. You screamed and ducked, shaking. Vil laughed. "It's quite entertaining seeing you quiver beneath me. Now, kneel before your queen!"

Not wanting to make him angrier, you reluctantly dropped to your knees and bowed.

"Good... now praise me, potato."

"What?!" You shouted.

"Is there a problem?" Vil asked.

You shook your head and bowed your head again. "M-my apologies, m-my queen! I'm s-sorry for m-making you upset! Y-you look a-a-absolutely beautiful today!"

"Today? I'm beautiful EVERY day. But I suppose it is an acceptable compliment, potato. Now... let's see where I shall begin."

Vil reached down and grabbed you roughly. You protested and slammed your fists into his hand. He simply ignored you and brought you over to a large desk.

"Now... let the makeover begin..."

~

"Ack! S-senpai! Please, no more makeup!"

Vil grabbed his blush and tilted your head roughly. "Silence, potato. I'm not even finished yet."

You felt as though pounds of makeup had been pressed into your face. Vil began to roughly coat your face with blush. You coughed up pink powder and fanned a hand in your face.

"Oh my gosh... I hate this!" You protested. "I didn't want to be a makeup mannequin! I just want to get back to normal!"

"Potato, do me a favor and stand up," Vil commanded. You sighed and stood up. Vil turned you, grabbed something from the counter, and pinched you between his fingers.

"Now stay still."

"H-hey! Why're you taking my clothes off?! Hands off- HEY! Don't touch my face like that! Gross!!" You protested. After Vil had seemingly manhandled you, you now wore a small blue dress with white frills and a long skirt. Vil stood back to admire his work.

"Fantastic! Now, to post this to my MagiCam." He snapped several pictures and began to upload them.

You looked at the door, then at Vil. Surely a sissy like him wouldn't be able to find you if you snuck out, right?

You quietly turned towards the door and began to wall across the desk.

~

"Little potato."

You froze. Vil turned to look at you, his eyes narrow.

"Where do you think you're going?"

You turned to him. "O-oh! I was j-just going t-to see s-someone..."

Vil fully turned to face you. "You were, now, were you? Maybe I could take you to them."

He suddenly reached down and grabbed you. You screamed; his grip was so tight around your tiny body.

"SENPAI!! PLEASE PUT ME DOWN!!!"

"Apologize for trying to leave and I'll release you," Vil said.

What the hell?! Why was he so strong?! You felt your face go blue. You quickly tapped his hand and wheezed, "I'm s-sorry! P-please put me d-down now!!"

Vil dropped you. You took several deep breaths as Vil smirked. "Learned your lesson? You're at MY mercy now. I will do WHATEVER I want with you. Now, if you REALLY want to make it up to me, I want to see you do something. Entertain me, potato."

Vil sat down at the desk, roughly so you would fall over from the vibration. You looked down and asked, "What should I do?"

"Sing for me."

You blushed from embarrassment. Clearing your throat, you opened your mouth and began to sing.

~

After you finished, you covered your face. Vil didn't seem impressed.

"0 out of 100. What a pathetic excuse for a performance. That's enough for today, though. You will remain in that box over there."

Vil grabbed you, opened a small purple box, and set you inside. You quickly got to your feet and yelled, "STOP!!" Vil ignored you and shut the box, locking it.

"Don't worry. You'll be out again for our next makeup session. Do prepare yourself!" Vil laughed evilly, and he walked off. You screamed at him and banged your fists against the box.

"NO! NOT AGAIN!!"

You slumped down and cried into your arms. Forget asking Vil for help now. He was only interested in keeping you as a pet. Once again, you were someone else's prisoner.

And there was nothing you could do about it.