Chapter 1: Trapped in a Plastic Prison
I woke to a world of garish pink and synthetic sheen, my head throbbing as if I’d been hit by a freight train. The room was wrong—too perfect, too artificial. Plastic furniture, molded and unyielding, surrounded me. A bed with a mattress that didn’t give under my weight, a table with a faux wood grain that screamed cheap imitation. Then the ground shuddered beneath me, a tremor that rattled my bones. My heart raced as I stumbled to the window, only to freeze at the sight beyond the glass. A colossal bedroom loomed outside, a child’s domain with pastel walls and scattered toys the size of small cars. I was in a dollhouse. A fucking dollhouse.
Before I could process the nightmare, the side of the house swung open with a deafening creak, revealing two titanic figures. A little girl, maybe six, with wide, gormless eyes and a mouth hanging open in a way that should’ve been cute but instead sent a shiver down my spine. And behind her, a woman—her mother, I assumed—whose sharp, curious gaze pinned me to the spot. I backed into a corner, my breath hitching as their voices boomed like thunder.
‘Mommy, what is it?’ the girl chirped, her tone a mix of wonder and possession.
‘I’m not sure, sweetie,’ the mother replied, her voice smooth as silk but cold as ice. ‘Looks like a little man. Or maybe a very clever toy.’
A toy? My stomach churned. I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but my throat was dry, my body trembling. The girl’s face lit up, her giant hands twitching with excitement. ‘Can I keep him? Please, Mommy?’
The mother tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips as she studied me like I was a specimen under glass. ‘Only if you can take care of him, Lily. Feed him, clean him, make sure he doesn’t get lost. Can you do that?’
‘I will! I promise!’ Lily squealed, clapping her hands with a force that sent a gust of wind through the dollhouse, nearly knocking me off my feet.
I felt like a pet hamster, a thing to be owned, and the thought made my skin crawl. But then the mother’s hand descended, her fingers wrapping around me with a grip I couldn’t escape. I thrashed, pushing against her unyielding flesh, but it was like fighting a steel trap. ‘Let me go, damn it!’ I shouted, though my voice was a pathetic squeak to their ears.
‘Look at him squirm,’ the mother mused, her tone dripping with amusement as she handed me to Lily. ‘Be gentle, sweetheart.’
Gentle? The girl’s hand closed around me, mimicking her mother’s iron hold. I pounded my fists against her thumb, desperate, but it was like hitting a wall. Her skin was warm, almost suffocating, and I panicked. In a last, futile act, I bit down on her finger, hard. A shadow loomed—her mother’s hand, ready to intervene—but then came the sound that shattered me. Giggles. High-pitched, delighted giggles.
‘Mommy, he’s giving me a love nip!’ Lily exclaimed, her voice a blade of innocence cutting through my despair.
I froze, the taste of her skin still on my tongue, realizing the utter hopelessness of my situation. No claws, no fangs, just a pathetic human in a world of giants. But as Lily’s grip tightened ever so slightly, her mother leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with something darker, something hungry.
‘You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?’ she purred, her voice low and dangerous, sending a jolt through me I didn’t expect. ‘We’ll have to teach you some manners.’
My heart pounded, not just from fear now, but from something else—something primal. Her gaze lingered, and I felt the heat of it, the promise of something more. Lily might see me as a toy, but her mother… she saw something else entirely. And as her lips curved into a wicked smile, I knew I was in for a game I couldn’t win—but damn, did I want to play.
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