“Run,” Dayton whispered as Jordan scurried down her leg toward Sara. In Jordan’s mind, he would be able to outmaneuver Dayton. He figured that her overconfidence would be her undoing. As Jordan ran down Dayton’s leg he darted his head from left to right looking to dodge her hand. He knew she was going to try to trip him or knock him over. He just needed to leap over or duck underneath her fingers. Then hopefully he could jump and get to Sara and Stephanie in the front seats.
Jordan hadn’t counted on Dayton taking a deep breath and exhaling forcefully. The exhale at his current size felt like a strong gust of wind. Dayton’s breath forced Jordan off his feet blowing him to the ground. The act of Dayton blowing was enough to knock him over leaving Jordan helpless until Dayton decided to stop blowing.
This is a nightmare. Jordan thought to himself as he was finally able to push himself back up to his feet. He wanted nothing more than for this to be over he thought to himself while feeling a squeeze on one of his ankles. Looking backward Jordan’s eye’s lit up like giant saucers as he felt himself being pulled backward. Looking left to right in his mind it was like thousands of hands coming up out of the ground pulling him down to the pits of hell’s deepest rungs.
Jordan started to scream but before any sound could fully come out the descent stopped as Dayton pressed her finger against his head. It was humiliating that a single digit was enough to cover his head. The fearful yell for help was enveloped by her fingertip. As she pulled it away she wagged her other finger disapprovingly.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk” Dayton said as she flicked her finger into his chest in what was a light blow to her. However, to Jordan, it landed with a sickening thud as her finger left a red mark across his chest and knocked the wind out of him. This time when Jordan went to cry out his scream was silent as his body gasped for air. The familiar squeeze and tug on Jordan’s ankle occurred as he was drug backward into the pit where Dayton and Nicolle waited to pounce on him.
“Please pass me back to Sara.” Jordan said managing to find enough air to complete the sentence. Any bravado he once had left his voice in tone and power.
“We heard it. You’re just a pet. We don’t have to listen to you. You listen to us.” The tone of Dayton was dripping with glee as she looked down at Jordan seeing him as nothing more than a small pet-like person belonging to Sara.
Dayton never knew who Jordan as he was. Which made her all the more frightening to him. She had no respect for him as anything other than how he appeared to her now. Jordan felt his stomach churn over the thought that he exists solely as Sara’s pet to her.
“If you don’t want me to get you in trouble. You do what we say.” Dayton said while lifting Jordan by the ankle and letting him dangle in front of their faces until he finally relented.
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