“What do you mean by Ken doll?” I want to know.
In an instant, a chain lashes out pulling me into an alcove. Purple lights activate from above. The room seems to expand around me. Enormously. The effect stops, but before I can free myself, I’m encased in plastic. A robotic arm pinches the top, I pass through several passages, changing directions. Pounding on my prison is useless “LET ME OUT!!” I yell and scream.
“Hahaha a Ken dol. Good choice.” A giant old woman picks up my prison, studies me briefly “Some boy will certainly have fun with you.” *cackles*
I suddenly find I cannot move, or speak and my prison is hung from a hook. It swings briefly, then I’m left alone motionless with just my thoughts. Remembering my own crimes, but fear what I could have got myself into. Eventually, in the distance, I hear a bell jingle twice. The sound of voices. Young ones.
A pair of boys, not quite in puberty yet appear. One a heavily freckled redhead that’s very skinny. The other, a charcoal black boy, arms with a bit of muscle, and a bit of a belly. The pair look around, at different things I can only partly see with my immobile eyes.
The black boy looked at something next to me, poked it with an index finger and smiled. The redhead was across the aisle talking to the same old woman who’d held me before. She pointed in one direction, then the other, turned the boy around and pushed him my way.
I watched the old woman touch the black boy’s shoulder, nudge him in another direction. I thought it naughty that she brushed a knuckle on his butt. He did, too, because he gave a glare and put some distance between himself and her.
The redhaired boy looked at me. His fingers slightly crushed the plastic I was encased in. OH MY GOD! He was actually HOLDING me. I was terrified. I still couldn’t move, but I could suddenly hear what the giants said. “Hey! Toby!” he called out “Catch!!”
“YAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” I thought I screamed as I tumbled, helplessly, through the air. Landing, with a violent jolt, in the black boy’s hands.
He looks me over, turning my prison all around. Thumps the back, near my butt, with a knuckle “Looks scared.” Toby comments carelessly, then “Here! Ryan!!”
“YAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” I scream, at least mentally. Spinning through the air like a rectangular Frisbee. I crash, head first, into the redhaired boy’s chest. Again fingers bend and dent my prison.
The old woman swings a broom at them, screeching “HOODLUMS! You break it! You bought it.” She catches the black boy by the scruff of the neck and scolds him all the way to the door. Points to the one holding me, orders “Well! Put that down and get your scrawny ass out!!”
“A problem with the boys?” two men walked in at that moment. They were spitting images, more mature versions of my tormentors. After half-listening to their complaints, the fathers order “Apologize to the nice lady! Or else no toys!!”
I would have gasped if I could move “Toy?? NO WAY! He could NOT be talking about me!!”
“Sorry ma’am” the pair grumble “Didn’t mean no harm.”
She cackles, puts an arm around Ryan’s shoulder, squeezes it. Actually, more like fondles, “Oh. No damage as it happens.” She gives the redhead a wink. Allows her hand to wander down his back and momentarily cup a butt cheek “Boys will be boys. Now, you know no one comes in here without making as purchase. Which of you fine young men want this one?”
She’s talking about me? Selling me to a boy? This day kept getting worse. I couldn’t move or talk! Whatever I did in my past couldn’t lead to this!! HELLLLLLLP!!!!!!
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