This choice: you don't break free, off to your new home little Charlotte. • Go Back...Chapter #4Goodbye Jillian, Hello Charlotte by: Max You kicked and thrashed and squirmed as hard as you can as you stop your dad's factory out the window. This was your one chance, and you couldn't even free yourself from the little girl's grip on you as she continued to rock you to calm you down. Despite your best efforts, she was a bit too strong. You finally stopped your struggle and tried to catch your breath the best you could as you watched your stop slowly move away. You were defeated and it was pointless trying to struggle at this rate. Your captor, however, simply saw it as you cheering up, as the girl who handed you to her said.
"Your gonna love being my dolly, Charlotte!" She said to you, as your dread grows with each word, "I've got this really big dolly crib for you to sleep in. We can play dress up, have tea parties, push you around in my little dolly stroller. We'll have so much fun together!"
You felt yourself squeeze real close to your new owner, feeling yourself get squished some, though it wasn't obvious with the dress. That made something even more worrying cross your mind. The girl seemed to be having fun with you as is, but how would she react to her seeing you were a 'gummy dolly'. She'd probably be flattening you to use as a Frisbee or stretching you super thing for a jump rope. Either way, unless you managed to find a way out of her grasp, you could end up stuck in this girl's care, until she got bored of you. And what then? Would she just toss you out? Give you away? Maybe just lock you in some dusty old attic?!
You didn't have much time to mull over these possibilities as, no less than four stops later, you, your owner and her mother had gotten off and reached their new home. The little girl wasted no time and quickly brought you up to her room. It was littered with several different toys and dolls. So many that you'd likely fit right in, especially with your new outfit.
"Welcome to your new home, Charlotte!" She said happily, you whimpering with the possibility of that becoming a reality. You spent the next few minutes in complete boredom and worry. You were being cradled in the girl's hands, bounced up and down a couple times, even set down for a tea party. The whole time, you were scanning the room for any way you could potentially escape. The window was too high up to reach, the door was reachable, but that was a long way to go and, even then, the front door was locked. The vent was even bolted on nice and tight, so that was out. This was going to be incredibly hard
"Emily, Dinner!"
You heard a voice call out, before your owner, Emily, apparently, set you down in the crib with a few of the other plushes, alongside dropping in a baby bottle
"Enjoy your dinner too, Charlotte!" She cooed at you, "After I have my dinner, we'll play some more"
And with that, Charlotte left the room, closing the door behind her.
Now with a second to yourself, you tried to pull on your pacifier. As hard as you tried, it was stuck and stuck tight. Even if you wanted the bottle, (and you didn't), you couldn't drink from it, or speak, whatsoever.
Looking around the playpen, you knew this was likely the best chance you could get at a quick escape, but getting past the high walls of this crib was gonna be a difficult task. The bars completely dwarfed you and it'd be a tight squeeze to slide through them either. Regardless, you needed to act fast. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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