Late Christmas Short 2016
Before my story can begin, I need to tell you about my past, but it might not be a very happy story. Like most human girls, I was sold as a pet to a wealthy girl on her birthday. I was young and pretty, the perfect gift for a giantess who had only just turned eight. And if you have to ask, yes, my voice is practically dripping with sarcasm right now.
In my eyes I’m not a toy, but a person. Though, to my dismay, the little girl’s parents apparently thought she was mature enough to handle keeping a living doll as a pet, and that’s what they called me, ”Doll”. That was my name, but it wasn’t really a name. I was called, ”Doll”, because they didn’t deem me intelligent, or worthy enough of a real name. I was treated like an object, thrown around like a rag doll without value. The giant family members didn't care when I got hurt, not even the grownups. They didn’t even blink when my limbs got stretched out and twisted in unnat