Very hesitantly, Sophie pulls you out from behind her back and presents you to her brother.
"That's not my Ipod," Brad says.
"Right, it's my doll. I don't know where your stupid Ipod is."
"Oh, it's stupid is it?" Brad demands. He suddenly lashes out and snatches you from Sophie's hands. His tight grip squeezes the air from your lungs like a constrictor snake.
"Hey! Give her back!" Sophie demands.
"I'll give you back your dumb toy when you tell me where my Ipod is," Brad says.
"Please, not that doll. You can have any of my other dolls just not that one," Sophie pleads. You can't see Brad's face as it twists into a cruel grimace.
"Oh, this doll is special is it?" Brad asks.
"Mhm," Sophie says, on the brink of tears.
"So you wouldn't want anything to happen to it, would you?" Brad asks. You're beginning to get light-headed from lack of air.
"No," Sophie says.
"Well tough, Sis. Mom's not here so I can do whatever I want, and if you don't tell me where my Ipod is, I'll..."
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