"Don't you remember back when the heads of barbie's would pop right off?" You ask the struggling woman who isn't hopeless to get out of your iron grasp on her entire body. You put your thumb up on her chin and start to apply pressure, hearing her high pitched scream grow in volume as you pushed harder.
"I guess it's not so easy anymore." You tell the woman to get her hopes up as you raise her towards your mouth. You open your mouth and say "Looks like I gotta get me teeth involved on this one!" And bring your teeth down on her neck, easily slicing through the tiny woman's neck, decapitating her. Her headless body flairs for a moment before stopping as you chomp on her head, before swallowing it and sending it to your belly.
You hold the now bloody limp corpse of the woman as you bring it up to your mouth and start to chew into the woman, deciding you head out the door and down the the street, to give her daughter a little bit of revenge as well.
You finish off the woman, patting your stomach as the last part of her legs is sent down to your guts. You approach the mailbox of the smaller homeboy which housed the teenage daughter of the woman, and knock on the door.
It was opened by a beautiful girl, one who you looked forward to conquering. "Hello, is there somethi-" Shen tried to say before you shoved her inside her own home, chasing after and slamming the door shut on your way in. She screams for help as you grab her slender arm and watch as she dwindles down into purse for quick transport back to your home.
You pick the girl up and carry her like the fashion accessory she is back down the street and then back to your house, flaunting the sign of wealth she represented to the neighbors who frolicked outside at this time. You open your door and shut it behind you as you make your way to the bookshelf.
On the bookshelf rests a marble bust of a man who you had loved in the 1200's, which you flicked his head open and pressed a button, where the bookshelf opened to reveal a spiral staircase to your dungeon. Down here the dungeon heald hundreds if not thousands of people, tied and caged in various contraptions.
You snapped your fingers and the purse quickly morphed into that of a naked, unconscious girl from across the street, who you lugged over your shoulder and carried to the
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