'WHY DON'T WE LET CARLA LOOK AFTER THEM FOR A LITTLE WHILE.' Cathy says. 'WOULD YOU TWO LIKE THAT?'
'Oh God no.' Claire says and you can hear the worry in her voice. 'This isn't going to be good.' She tells you.
'ARE YOU OKAY WITH THAT CARLA HONEY?' Aunty Ann asks. Carla just shrugs, paying more attention to the lollypop she is sucking in.
'SURE, WHATEVER.' She says, slamming the former person back into her mouth.
'TELL YOU WHAT.' Cathy adds.' 'ILL LET YOU CHANGE THEM ANY WAY YOU WANT AS WELL.'
'I THOUGHT WE WERE BAND FROM CHANGING EACH OTHER?' Carla asks, tilting her head.
'WELL, JUST THIS ONCE ITS OKAY. AS LONG AS YOU DON'T TELL ANYONE.' Cathy says with a wink and Carla giggles.
'OKAY. I'M SURE I CAN THINK OF WAYS TO PUNISH THEM.' The teenager says, looking down at you.
You feel fear grip your chest and Claires grip on your arm tightens too.
'WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE THEM UP TO CLAIRE'S ROOM, YOU CAN PLAY IN THERE.' Cathy says.
'OKAY.' Carla says and leans down to you. 'I GUESS YOU TWO ARE COMING WITH ME.' She says and reaches out iwth both of her hands, one lowering to Claire and one coming for you. You can only watch, helpless and afraid, as the giant hand, huge finger with pink painted nails, rushes down. You feel the giant finges grip round you, tightly, smothering you into them, with only your head sticking out - your legs ending roughly where her second finger is. The pressure is so tight you can barely breath. She lifts her fists, each containing a tiny person, up to her face and looks at you, her expression unreadable. She is a pretty gir, but see seems so care free, so noncahalnt about the whole thing you cannot help but be worried. She rolls the lollypop around in her mouth and you can hear the saliva squelch from within.
'Let me go.' Claire says from Carlas other fist.
'NOPE.' She says, the smell of sweet grape wafting over you. 'YOU HAVE TO COME WITH ME SO YOU CAN LEARN YOUR LESSON.'
Cathys enourmous, pretty face leans into view.
'SORRY HONEY, BUT YOU DIDN'T WORK HARD ENOUGH. FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS YOU ARE CARLA'S TEENY TOY.' She says, and you smell her morning coffee breath envelop you.
'COME ON THEN SHRINKEES.' Carla says, as if this is a chore for her. You feel everything move as she stands to her feet and walks to the door without saying another word. You sway about with her fist as she stomps upstairs and enters Claires room, kicking the door shut behind her. She walks to the centre of the room and set you both down at her giant, sneakered feet.
'NOW THEN.' She says....
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