Wiping the spit up off your face, you climb to your feet. If you could get noticed, then right now, when the whole family is sitting on the floor, would be the best time. You lean against Cassandra's leg and take in the scene.
It seemed like they were playing with a family of dolls. Eliza, the six year old, was shaking a Barbie around and making it talk about how it loved its job. Cassandra had another Barbie, and she seemed to be taking the role of a coworker. Meanwhile, Lydia, who didn't quite understand the whole concept but loved being part of the group, was alternating smashing her Barbie into the ground, and sucking on its head. With all of this in mind, you decided you should try and get Eliza's attention. Although she was young, she was being less violent than Lydia was and your previous attempts at getting Cassandra's attention all failed.
When Lydia has the doll in her mouth, and Aunt Cassandra has her's pulled away, you sprint up to the little blonde girl held firmly in Eliza's fist. At a foot tall, Barbie was over twice your height. Scaling her like how a lumberjack climbs a tree, you hold onto her plastic head and scream at the top of your lungs.
"ELIZA! I'M DOWN HERE! FOR LOVE'S SAKE, NOTICE YOUR SHRUNKEN COUSIN!"
"And so Barbie said to you, 'I'm tired of all of the puppies that bark so loudly.'"
Before you can even note your disappointment, Lydia reacts to Eliza's comment, yelling, "Bark! Barkbarkbark!" while swinging her doll wildly. It smashes into you, but the spit soaked hair wraps around you and ties you to the plastic woman. "Lydia... LYDIA NO DON'T"
The four year old can't hear you, and she begins her routine again. The doll, with you firmly attached, is smashed into the ground repeatedly. Your face takes quite a beating as the squealing little girl roughly plays with the toy. With a final, face-burning drag across the carpet, you feel the doll lifting steadily up. Through your bruised face, you see the cavern that's about to great you. Her lips part slowly, revealing teeth that haven't fully grown in yet and the tongue that looks hungry for your body. The girl isn't even watching you, with her eyes trained on the doll drama going on between her sister and mom. You scream out a final time as the top of the doll is inserted into her mouth.
Eliza and Lydia only play for another half an hour, but your bruised, beaten body only managed to stay conscious for the first twenty minutes. The massive fleshy tongue is heavily interesting in you, smashing against your face as you hold tightly to the soaking hair of the doll. Lydia sucks violently, causing massive suction that threatens to rip you from your perch and force you down her gullet. However, this was all child's play compared to when she chewed. Her teeth were sharp, and her jaw was strong, so with every bite you skull felt like it was being crushed into paste. She gnawed you with her front teeth, ground you with her molars and crushed you in every way imaginable. By the time you faint, you've felt the worst pain you had ever imagined.
With playtime over, Lydia pulled the Barbie from her mouth and dropped it in the toy box. She and Eliza were getting ready to head to preschool, so she did a quick change and jumped in the car. Upon arriving, she feels... something in the back of her mouth, and stealthily spits onto the short carpet. She didn't know, and probably never would, but the thing she felt was her five-inch tall cousin, who could barely fit in her maw while curled up. The little spit she experienced had launched the poor boy out of her jaw, and into the wild of the daycare. There question is, where?
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