Sayuri fell to her knees again, panting after the brief, directionless chase. She couldn't trust her ears anymore, since the thing wasn't playing fair. No sight, no hearing, and definitely no touch. That left smell. She didn't call out this time. The only sound she made was the soft sound of sniffing as she lifted her head and slowly turned back and forth. To her right, she caught hold of Woodstain. She moved slowly, shifting around to take different sections of the air to find where the smell was stronger. Her head slowly titled back as she came up under the suspended doll, where the smell built strongest in the faintly psychic part of her mind. If her eyes had been open, she would have been staring straight up Karakuri's kimono.

"Fuck you," she said, the defeat heavy in her voice, after another moment. Her knees gave out, and she fell to the ground on her side. "Just do it and go away, or slit my goddamn throat and be done with it. I'm sick of these games where you things don't play fair." The dirt-coated girl rolled onto her back and spread her legs slightly. The soft choke of a sob worked its way through her throat, and tears dampened the inside of the fabric against her bound eyes. At least now she knew how strong Woodstain was, and that she could never beat her. Yielding was clearly the only course left to her. Yielding would leave her things less shredded and destroyed. She felt stupid for misjudging the spirit's power.

"Hmph..."

The ghost made known its disappointment at the feral one's display, arms crossing and cheeks puffing as the game ended all too soon.

"Booooring, I thought you we're a lot tougher than the other playmates I had... turns out you're just like them...." In a flash, the ghost is gone, the grinding of gears signaling its return to the wooden container. The ropes it used to hang in the air quickly worked themselves loose, retracting back into her forearms which shut with a snap once all the cords had stowed themselves away. The construct came down to the ground with a loud thud just a few meters away from its beaten adversary, looking down upon her with annoyance as hopes for a night of fun soon faded.

"You can stay like that for all I care, I'm going to go look for someone better to play with" It scoffed at her former prey while it plodded away. The doll was well on its way when it suddenly stopped in its tracks, attention gripped by an odd piece of litter on the forest floor. ""Hello, whats this..." it said before bending over to pick up the odd piece of folded parchment. Gingerly unfolding the scrap of paper, the demon puppet began to examine its contents, a sort of list it seems, with many erasures and revisions.

"Burn down the school... kill Niceman... kill... kill... kill... ooohhh... say goodbye to Evy. Maybe this Evy girl will make a better playmate... What do you think, Raggedy Anne?"

Everything after her lover's name was lost to Sayuri in the rush to get back to her feet. She pounded fast across the forest floor, uncaring of the sharp twigs digging at her bare soles. A horrid, wordless scream tore its way through her throat for the first half of the blind rush back at the doll.

"If you lay one fucking finger on her, I will strip all of your rusted bolts and burn your limbs until your body won't rebuild! I don't care how unbreakable you are, I will hunt you to the end of the world, hold you down, and watch it shatter around us both, just to spit in your face at the end!" For some reason, her mind felt oddly poetic about all of this. Some barely rational section of her cracked psyche wondered about that in the brief span before she slammed, full force, into the last place her ears could place Woodstain.

A loud crack echoed through the trees, the sound of wood splintering scaring some of the local wildlife away from there roost to scamper elsewhere. In the clearing, the girl had her shoulder firmly pushing against the dolls back, with the abomination bracing herself against the ground, pushing back at the girl.

"Well that was a bit rude... it said. With one quick and fluid motion, the wooden monster spun and stepped till it was behind the feral one, and before the girl even knew what had happened, the doll grabbed a fistful of hair, using this as a handhold to lift its screaming and kicking prey well off the ground before folding the list she had in the other and tucking the parchment into its kimono.

"Who are you to tell me who I can and can't play with, hmm?" it taunted before releasing some black ropes from her free arm, the cords wrapping tightly around her waist and ankles. Now that the feral one was secured, it released its grip on her hair, letting the girl drop to the ground before pulling her close with the ropes. "You know what I'll do when I find her? This!". A hand flew to the girls chest, groping one of the exposed breasts roughly. "Then when she starts to scream and beg, I'll do this..". Its other hand made its way down to the ragged girls exposed crotch, fishing out her clit before pinching and rolling it with her fingers. "Ill make her scream and squeal just for me, She'll be my little toy..."

"Ha!" The laugh burst from the girl's uncovered lips despite the wince made invisible by her bound eyes. "UhahahahaHAHAHannnngggg." The sound was cut short as a terrible tremor ran along her spine at the feel of her tender clit being so expertly fumbled. "Evy begging. That's good. That's funny! Puppets should- ahhnnn- remember to be funny." A maniacal grin cracked her lips open as she stared at comforting nothingness.

The grass scratched and itched at her bare back and hips, and her pert, firm breast tightened as its peak hardened in the wooden grasp. "Mmnnn, no, roll it around more." Without sight, her mind started filling in details that couldn't have been right. She forgot the pale light of the moon clearly illuminating her sweat-spotted, pale skin and what the pressure over her closed eyes meant. She was just in utter darkness, like below, with a half-clumsy, slightly menacing lover. Only half, of course, for the fingers rubbing at her clit were building up a steady amount of juices that dripped from her folds and were caught in the dark, curled hair growing wild on her soft mound.

Her smile wiped away after a moment. "Still, I'll kill you if you- mmnah- touch her. Unless, she kills you first, which she'll do if you tell her about tonight." She paused to pant with lust and curl her lips and nose in confusion. "Why was I mad at you again? You're- hahh hahh- you're silly. Mnngg- and good with your fingers."

"I think you've been mad for very long time..." She replied in an attempt to make a pun, keeping her hands busy with her anatomy as it played and fondled with the girls genitals. "And if you think my fingers are good, you're in for a little shock later." THe doll lunged forward, wrapping its wooden lips around the girls other breast, its porcelain teeth gnashing the soft flesh it held in its mouth while a smooth ceramic tongue flicked and toyed with the rigid teat.

This went on for quite a while, the doll taking pleasure in the squeaks and moans the girl produced as her parts gets toyed and fondled, before removing all stimulus from her. The next thing the girl felt was her legs being pried apart by wooden hands, a short silence following as the doll seemed to be looking at something in her nethers.

"eugh... this wont do... you ever heard of a razor?" it mused while staring at the growth of hair on the girls crotch. "Luckily, I have my own...". More ropes began to encircle the feral girls thighs, pulling them apart while the loud 'shing!' of a blade echoed through the air. Its fingers pulled the skin of her crotch taught while its blade laden forefinger on the other hand began to shave off the unkempt pubic hair down below.

"If you move, I'll most probably leave a nice wide gash on your crotch...."

"Heheh. Mmmn- What?" It took the soft scraping of the razor and the horrible doll's words to bring Sayuri back from her reverie. "What?! I need that! No!" She tensed and fought hard against the urge to squirm and kick and writhe, despite her legs being completely bound, and snarled down at Woodstain. "Leave my fur alone! Stupid thing, destroying what's natural!" Her mind trembled as anger flared up in the back of her mind, though her body was simply stiff with rage and fear of being cut there. "Pathetic! A little hair comes between you and me and it stops you dead! You should give up while you're ahead, before you embarrass yourself!" Despite the change of tactic and the words that came with it, a soft blush was pressing into Sayuri's cheeks.

As the razor scraped away the black, curly hair, the little nicks and scars from previous fights with terrible things became apparent, though none were as prominent as the line of dots running along each soft, furred lip where the insane girl had stitched herself closed before. Without the dark, masking tangle, that series of scars stood out clearly in the silver light of the moon, glimmering against the tender skin around.