As you looked up at the frightening, yet dominant blonde haired little girl, you took note of what she was doing. It appeared that after her burst of overexcitement to find a new dolly (which is you obviously), she was not paying attention to you, meaning now was your chance of escaping. You also took note of what was keeping you from just escaping willy nilly. It was her fist. The tight, powerful, and forceful grip tightened around your body, and all you saw was her creamy, youthful, hand and fingers encompassing nearly all of your body from your feet up to your chest, and along with looking up at her cute yet ginormous face. You were hopeless, unable to think of any way to try and escape this scary little girl. Wiggle yourself out and strain every muscle of yours? Try and kick her fingers open? Bite her thumb? Risk getting caught? How in the world would you be able to get out of this situation? Seemed as if nothing was possible. But that doubting thought of yours was diminished when just then that there was indeed a better way to get out without your effort. The little girl's pressure and force of keeping you in her hand did a toll on her fingers and within her hand, making them start to sweat. It was an odd feeling at your small stature, feeling paths of warmth and wetness from her hand. Feeling it on your shrunken private member made your almost diminished teen hormones go wild!
You used this method to your advantage. You made sure that the little girl was still looking away, and luck was on your side today, for she was still looking at something you were unaware of. You pried her little fingers open, and sure enough, you made it out! You quickly jumped out of her hand, landed on a colorful mattress, and booked it running as fast as you never had in your life. You knew almost immediately she had to have felt her fingers pry open, and proving that hypothesis to be true, she did feel it. Although, this, you were unaware of. You looked back as to make sure that she was still idle at her gazing, but as you looked up, the giant little girl was irate, upset, and terrifyingly pissed off that you tried to run away from her. You kept running as fast as you could, but it was halted as the booms like thunder of her footsteps made you bounce up in the air and trip on the colorful mattress. You laid on the mattress, terrified, and vulnerable to this little girl. As you looked up, you saw her shoe lift up above your tiny body and hovered it over you. The dark gray and brown dirt on the linear treads on the sole of her shoe were what you saw. As well as having distortions of what used to be clear imagery of puffy clouds and rainbows sporadically designed everywhere. This told you that she wore these shoes quite often, as you could see. And at most times, you could see the side color of her shoe, which was a bluish purple with a glittery glaze of sparkles and had a white unicorn prancing along as if it were riding in real life. The front of her shoe was a white "helmet" in a way that reflected the classrooms light and any other visible light from it. Again, the feeling of being "less powerful" aroused you, and further increased your question to ask, "What will she do with me?"
What came next in this situation is up for you to decide. What do you want or believe will happen to you?
Additioners note: I hope you enjoyed my addition. I made it very intricate and thorough that you as a reader could see and imagine as if you were actually in this type of situation. Please be sure to let me know if I did a good job!
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