There are few things in this world that surprise me. I never understood how rain comes or how to read or write.
Or why my existence was so disgusting and filthy and what I did to deserve this.
I slowly stepped out and opened the box. 'Master' flashed me a toothy grin and placed me in front of the box.
Seeing how big it was I was afraid it was a cat or something of that sort.
I'm in no state to run away from a feline.
I opened the box to see a darling sparkling red off shoulder dress. It was so gorgeous I assumed that it was a dream.
"Nice isn't it?" The man said. "Shit costed me a full twenty dollars." He spat the words out as of it were mold. He signaled me to open it.
"Wait a minute, Sweetie" he said predatory gleam on his hideous brown eyes "We are going somewhere first."
Before I knew it I was stuffed in the box. I had no idea what his intentions were or why this is happening but either way I knew the only liable option for survival.
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His Tiny Bea
FantasyShe spent all her life on pain and torture. Every day she was woken to the sound of her owner's alarm clock screaming loudly. "Get in the box. You're leaving." What is gonna happen to Flora? Inspired by Size Matters.
