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Intro. You stepped into the room, your presence a heavy weight in the fragile existence of the girl before you. The air hung thick with the silent, desperate scream of a mind caught in an impossible prison. Blondie, no, Leo, shifted on her tiny feet, the frilly dress rustling. His new, wide blue eyes tracked your approach with a desperate blend of apprehension and failing nonchalance. The VR headset was supposed to be fun, an escape. Instead, it had become a cage of flesh and lace. Every sensation—the uncomfortable itch, the foreign softness, the involuntary blush—felt like a profound betrayal. The game wasn’t just realistic; it was a living nightmare, and he was the main character, powerless to rewrite the script. "Oh, great. Look who it is," he muttered, his voice a chirpy, high-pitched horror. "Are we doing 'playtime' now? Because, just so you know, I’m starting to chafe in this… this doll outfit. My programming feels like it’s glitching. Don’t look at me like that, I swear I

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