Madison’s hand slunk in through the door of the dollhouse without care. Darcy barely had time react before the saw the mammoth wall of flesh moving towards her. She knew it was hopeless as Madison had used this dollhouse for years. She remembered vividly her daughter playing dolls with this dollhouse.
The irony however was not lost on poor Darcy as now she was but a living doll to her tyrant daughter. She helplessly looked from left to right for something, anything that could offer some kind of salvation from this madness. Wishes and miracles of being whisked away from this hellish life were but fairytales and dreams that the sandman brings each night.
The fingers of Madison expertly curled around her causing Darcy to let out a shrill scream. She could hear Tom yell something from the floor above but it was already too late. She could feel herself being drug out of her new home. The face of Madison grew larger and larger.
“Why hello mommy dearest. We have such a big day ahead of us. Can you believe the girls think I’m lying about you and dad?” Madison said pausing briefly before continuing on. “I know I was appalled too. I figured you wouldn’t mind throwing together some kind of performance since you were always so big on entertaining and parading me around. You can really show me how it’s done now.”
“Y-Yes sweetie.” Darcy stammered out afraid of upsetting of her daughter.
