"I think a playmate would be best." Karyn said. "That way I don't have to play with you all the time. But, who should be your doll friend?"
A face immediately flashed through Gwen's mind, and the doll gasped. She looked up to her human owner, who flashed her brilliant, slightly evil, smile.
"I agree. Excellent choice, Gwen."
"But I didn't say anything!"
"You don't have to. We're both of similar minds."
"But it's wrong to just . . .!"
"You just need a hug, don't you little doll." The thought sent flutters through Gwen's teeny stomach, but she jumped back as Karyn's giant hand reached for her body. The rag doll bumped into the door to her dollhouse, and the hand clutched Gwen's body. The little toy gasped at the feeling of thick fingers as large as her arms push and squeeze her stuffing.
Then the toy was in the air and practically flying. Karyn clutched her toy close against her chest. The toy felt a powerful wave of euphoria run through her tiny body. All her concerns and worries melted into nothingness.
"Now, for that playmate. . ."
