“Thanks for that, it’s not often we get volunteers for our products.” Sandra jokes as you looked in confusion at the seemingly evil look on her face.
“What do you mean?” You asked, worried.
“I mean, you’re gonna be nothing but a pet now. We’re shipping you off the island after all, and you things sell like gold at retail pet stores.” She said, walking over to the corner of the back room.
“I thought you said it would be fun!” You protested as she dug through a box, setting you on the cold metal table.
“Yeah, I lied. Big whoop. I get paid more for volunteers, and you seemed like the kind of sucker who would fall for it. And you know what? I was right.” She absent mindedly said, pulling a glass jar in a shipping box out and placing it next to you.
“You can’t do this to me! I’m a person! What if I die over there?! There’s nothing to revive me!” You yelled, hopefull that she would for some reason find mercy. She reached down for you, wrapping her fingers around your body with a strong grip before bringing you to her much more intimidating face.
“I don’t have to do shit.” She said angrily. “You need to check your attitude, as I’m sure your new owner won’t be too fond of it. And stop worrying about dying, you’re invulnerable to most things now anyways. You don’t need to eat, sleep or drink, even breathe. The only reason I’m not shoving you up my ass right now is because I need to commission, but trust me it’s tempting. So shut it.” The hot air from her breath dried your eyes as she brought you down from her lips to the open jar.
She set you inside, before capping it off and closing the box, taping it shut. You sat and thought about the horror that your life was to be. In your attempt to find an interesting vacation, you had been fooled into becoming a toy for someone you didn’t even know. You drifted to sleep, unsure of your future outside the fact it was not to be a fun one.
You awoke, and the shipping must have been completed because you were being pulled out of the box, your glass jar prison gripped by a skinny looking woman chewing gum. You were in a transformation shop, where they sold items from the island, this one in a shopping mall somewhere in the United States.
She lowered you beneath the counter, where there was a glass display case you were placed in, directly underneath the cash register. You had no options but to sit and wait for a buyer, who soon came in the form of a
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