My eyes hurt as they adjusted to the blinding light slowly, my body feeling cold and exposed as I lie on my side on the plastic floor, shivering not only from the cold.

The two doll's loomed over me like enormous yellow statues, the larger barbies skin slightly yellower, clearly towering above the Leia doll that already looked like a huge amazon to me. It was hard to see the barbies face clearly from the blinding white light behind it, Leia's being lower was slightly more visible.

I couldn't comprehend how it was so bright. There was nothing but white outside the walls and the missing ceiling of the dollhouse. It almost felt like I had been transported to a different world, like I was in some kind of matrix type void where there was nothing but the destroyed remnants of the dollhouse and a vast empty whiteness. That thought in and of itself was terrifying, but in the near silence and blinding white, I could hear the deep, rhythmic breathing - the giantess above me. I couldn't see her, but I knew she was up there, above the huge dolls and outside the walls of the dollhouse.

Looming over me, watching me.

I didn't bother moving, I just trembled lying on the floor, my head tilted to the side so I could look up, my vision tracing from the bare plastic foot of the Leia doll, up past its body into the blinding white light.

FFFwoooooooooooooooohhh

I could feel Crystal's warm breath as she deeply exhaled like a gust of wind, some of the stray plastic objects in the room clattering as they moved, causing a shutter on the window to drift and make a plastic clacking noise when it hit the wall.

Crystal's voice thundered again, doing her best impression of a 1950's mother.

“Oh Mark. What am I going to do with you… TS TS TS”

She made a little clicking noise with her mouth like she was shaking her head in disappointment. I couldn't see her at all, not even her giant hands. The dolls were freely standing, and at least in some way I was relieved to know that I wasn't in immediate danger, but in some ways it was more terrifying, not knowing where those giant monstrous digits were.

Trembling in fear, I found myself speaking, looking up into the blinding light for the redhead whom presumably stared down at me.

“L-look, C-C-Crystal...” I found myself pleading, stuttering like a mess. “...P-p-please...l-”

I felt a gust of air as the light above me was suddenly eclipsed by a pale giant hand beneath it, creating a shadow for an instant before it seemed to disappear further behind me. I almost wanted to turn around to look, but I was too scared to do anything, and it only added to my terror.

The house rattled as Crystal's motherly voice boomed, deep and angry, from what felt like all around me.

“I told you Mark, your god isn't here to save you...”

I could feel myself beginning to sweat slightly as I squinted up into the bright light, suddenly feeling hot. I wasn't sure if it was from the light, or the heat of the giant girl lurking outside, or just the general fear, but in that moment a memory returned to me and I finally comprehended why it was so bright. Crystal must have moved the art lamp on Stephanie's desk directly over the dollhouse – I noticed once before when I stood under it while Stephanie was working. At the time, I could barely see anything outside of it when I stood beneath it, like I was on a stage in a dark theater. Now, with the rooms lights off and the desk lamp shining down directly above me, it seemed like I had been removed from the rest of the world.

I could feel a gust of wind from behind me, a shadow being cast quickly over me. I couldn't react before I was squealing in fear at the giant barbie doll looming above me, the it's black boot instantly my ceiling, it's sole bigger than me.

“Aiieeeee!” I screamed, before the boot slammed down on me, knocking the wind violently out of me and pushing me hard into the plastic floor. I could feel the plastic beneath me creak as the pressure increased, my body almost feeling like it was stretched and compressed at the same time. My face was squished, my vision nothing but a sliver of light peaking out from beyond the black plastic boot above me and the strangely pink floor below

Oh God... I'm going to be crushed by a doll...

I would have felt pathetic if it wasn't so terrifying.

I could feel blood rushing to my head, everything becoming dizzying, white, pulsing lights creeping in from the corner of my eyes. I felt like my head was going to pop. I would have screamed in pain if I could have, but I had no breath to do so.

Just before it did, the pressure lifted, light pouring into the gap between the boot's sole and the floor, and I could see stars floating through my eyes as I struggled weakly to draw a meager breath. But the boot had another idea and remained pressed into me slightly, before shifting sideways, pulling me along with it so I was forced to roll onto my back, my arm pulled awkwardly on my sides and folding behind me, the pressure from the boot remaining up and locking me in place so it felt like my arm might pull out of it's socket. I wanted to scream in pain but I couldn't, unable to breathe, the shallow breath I had taken not enough for me to fill my lungs. Increasingly lightheaded as my shoulder burned, a light flooded the corner of my eyes even under the dark boot as the air was slowly forced out of me once more.

But then, mercifully, the boot lifted slightly, giving enough room for me to pull my arm back out from my behind my back, and allowing me to draw a breath. The pain in my shoulder slowly subsided as I watched the sole of the plastic black boot shift downward, the thing gliding over my face only inches away like a blackboard, before the blinding white light hit me from above once more.

The boot then stopped, giving me just enough room so that my head peaked out from just beyond the tip, which appeared like I was looking at an over sized black couch. I couldn't see the barbies strange yellow ankles, but I could the top of the plastic thighs before they ascended into the pink business skirt, the pink business suit on top of it. The barbies face was obscured in the bright light as it stared blankly forward, the blond hair seeming to shimmer in the spotlight.

Everything was happening so fast, and I could only sense the black plastic boot begin to lower back down onto me. I tried futilely to lift my arms to push it away and slide myself away from it, but I could only raise my arms a few inches, feeling the cold plastic of the sole of the boot on the back on my hands, unable to resist at all as it continued to lower like a hydraulic press. I felt the cold make contact with my chest and legs through my strange clothes and even more scared to feel my flaccid johnson being pushed mercifully down between my legs instead of being awkwardly compressed into myself.

“Please... no...” I whimpered, the air being forced slightly out of me.

I was terrified that this would be the last time I would be able to breathe, but I was given enough space to draw half breaths, enough to leave me nervous and panicked but not enough to feel like I was suffocating quite yet. I was trembling beneath the cold sole of the boot, from both the temperature and the terror.

The tip of the black boot was below my head like a low wall, the next visible part of the dolls body was her plastic thighs which seemed far above me. Her pink outfit seemed partially blurred along the edges in the light, her golden hair twinkling visibly on her head, yet the dolls face was otherwise obscured. I strained my eyes to see the giantess hand that manipulated it, yet, for a second, I couldn't see it, and I was suddenly afraid that the doll was alive, moving on its on like a nightmare. But there, near the shoulders of the doll, I could see Crystal's pale white fingers, looking blurry and nondescript in the bright white light. The further up her tree like fingers I looked, the more blurry and faint they became, until they disappeared into the whiteness, and it seemed to me like I was looking at god's fingers itself descending from heaven.

But this time, god was a college girl. A drunk, crazy redhead specifically. And this wasn't heaven, it was hell.

The writing on the wall...

Crystal's motherly voice seemed to vibrate through the doll as her voice thundered from above, the breath being forced out of me slowly as the pressure increased.

“I'm sorry it has to be this way sweety...” Crystal's voice paused, allowing her to snort out a snicker as the it slowly became more difficult to breathe before completely compressing my chest.

“... but you need to respect your family.” She boomed, the furniture and objects starting to clatter as her voice shook the room.

I desperately tried to squirm myself away from the boot, but it was useless. I could barely hear myself making a strange noise I struggled to draw even a fraction of a breath.

“This is for your own good honey...” She paused, once again to giggle. I could feel myself becoming lightheaded as I continued to try and gasp.

Crystal's voice suddenly shifted into her little girl voice.

“Mommy! You said I would get to punish him first!” She roared, letting out a light giggle to suit her character, before she shifted back into her mom voice.

“Of course honey, you're my little princess!” She boomed, before giving a little titter.

At this exact moment, I couldn't think about anything but the burning sensation in my lungs and needing to breathe. And perhaps Crystal noticed, because the boot lifted slightly, not enough for me to move, but enough for me to draw shallow, half breaths, and I quickly moved my chest in and out in an attempt to draw in enough air for what I assume would be a repeating process of her slowly suffocating me, only to give me enough breath to repeat the process. It was only after a couple of breaths that I began to think again, my vision restricted to the top of the boot and the doll above me, and I began to wonder where the Leia doll was that had been 'speaking'.

I could sense the shadow before I felt a gust of wind before all I could see of the Leia doll was it's bare, plastic soles, the naked legs ascending to the bikini, before the whole thing shifted rapidly downward, and I closed my eyes reflexively in fear.

FWAAM

The plastic house creaked and rattled, the floor seeming to shift down below me, before bouncing me back up into the Barbies black boot and knocking the air out of me. But the fear of being smashed had not occurred, nor was was I dead. Trembling, I opened my eyes to the pale yellow legs of the Leia doll flanking me on either side of my head. Even though the Leia doll wasn't even half the size of the barbie, the doll was still huge, it's feet at least twice as big as my own head. I couldn't see anything beyond the doll legs ascending up to it's bikini clad butt. I tried looking for Crystal's fingers, but only the tips of them were faintly visible, blurry at the top of my vision, grasping the doll somewhere on it's body above me.

I was still gasping for breath as Crystal shifted her voice back into her best impersonation of a bratty girl.

“You hear that Mark! I get to punish you first!” She boomed, and with the last of her words coming out of her mouth, the doll lifted vertically into the cold air with a gust, before suddenly reversing directions.

FWAAM

The plastic legs slammed on either side of my head again; the plastic house rattled and creaked once more as the floor sunk quickly below me before rapidly lifting back up and knocking the air from me as I was knocked back into the sole of the boot.

“This...”

The doll suddenly lifted up in the air again, and I stared blankly in terror at the bottom of the bare plastic soles. Crystal was manipulating the doll into 'jumping'.

“...is...”

I wanted to scream as I watched the huge legs slam back down on either side of my face, but it was all happening so quick I still hadn't been able to breathe yet.

FWAAM

The plastic legs made the house seem like it exploded again, the process of the floor sinking down before ricocheting me back up into the sole and knocking me in the chest becoming increasingly painful as my body became bruised, like I was my being tackled defenselessly in the chest over and over.

“...gonna...”

I still couldn't breathe as the doll lifted in the air again, the repeated slamming, leaving me dizzy and unable to breathe as I struggled to escape from beneath the black plastic boot, yet it was too tight for me to do anything but squirm.

“...be...”

I watched helplessly as the huge plastic feet and legs descended once more.

FWAAM

My ears were ringing now as once again the floor exploded around my head before I was ricochet back into the boot painfully, Crystal's bratty voice now sounding slightly muffled as it boomed.

“...fun!”

I struggled to breathe as the floor seemed to continue to vibrate, and I could feel my face wincing in terror as I expected another bounce from the giant Leia doll. I could hear what sounded like thunder, till I realized it was just the strange sound of Crystal giggling over the ringing of my ears. But the doll didn't bounce again, instead, I watched in dread as one leg lifted up to my left, the whole body pivoting on the right foot, the huge plastic left foot slowly drifting up and over me so that I could see it's plastic sole.

I could finally hear myself trying to draw haggard breaths over the ringing of my ears. It was all too terrifying, and I found myself begging once more.

“Please! Stop this!” I gasped on the verge of tears.

“...HA-HE-HI-HA-HE HA-HE-HI-HA-HE...”

Crystal's booming giggles didn't betray the joy she was relishing right now. I was her little toy. The plastic Leia's left foot still hovered above me, slowly drifting left and right as it slowly began to lower towards my face. For one tiny moment, I noticed the gaps of light between the toes, and I thought it was odd that the doll was so incredibly detailed, before I could hear my own voice, like I wasn't in control of my own body.

I was still staring in terror at huge plastic foot and the leg that slowly descended on me.

“Please...” I gasped. “...this is crazy Crystal”

I nearly screamed as it suddenly, rapidly, tilted downwards towards me, before I could feel the cold, plastic sole press into my cheek, pushing my head to the side and down into the plastic floor. It pushed into my skin, pinching painfully into my jaw and teeth.

Crystal's voice once again shifted back into her motherly tone.

“TS TS TS...” Crystal once again said disapprovingly. “... it's only your mother and sister here baby...”

The Leia's plastic foot slowly shifted, dragging my cheek and face painfully across it's plastic sole. I tried to look upward, but only the plastic sole was now visible, a sliver of the barbie pink suit appearing between the toes.

“... and quite frankly, I don't appreciate your direspect. Honey, go ahead”

I could feel the plastic foot press further into the the side my face, my head being compressed into the floor. I could a tiny bit of blood from my cheek as the plastic pushed into my skin.

“Ok Mommy!” Crystal's voice shifted back to a bratty voice as the doll's huge foot pushed into and off of my cheek, slowly relieving the pain before pushing my head painfully back into the floor, the plastic still cold each time it pushed into my face.

But then, it lifted off of me, my face following it and allowing me to once again tilt my head upright, watching in dread as it slowly drifted up and away from me, until it landed back down to the left of my face with a light plastic clatter. It all seemed quiet for a second, allowing me to tremble in wonder before my fate, the large pink barbie doll looming over like a monolith, Leia's plastic legs flanking me on either side like columns, each side meeting at the plastic butt above me.

FwwwwwAAAAAACK

I heard what sounded like a whip, before pain erupted in the right side of my face, so fast that I didn't even see it coming, a burning of increasing intensity erupting in my cheek and instantly flooding my mouth with blood as head was whipped with a leftward slam sideways, my face bouncing into the plastic floor leaving my ears ringing. It felt like I was cold cocked from behind, stars now bouncing through my eyes. I felt like I had just received a knockout punch, my vision shifted to a kaleidoscope as the sound of a high pitch whine seemed to gain in strength, my eyes struggling to focus on the giant left foot of the plastic doll that was tilted slightly on it's side. Even with my vision blurred, I could see the follow through from the doll shadow above me, the pale right foot drifting past above me as it followed through with it's motion, like my head was a soccer ball that she kicked. The sudden, sharp pain in my face left what felt like an increasing aching sensation that spread across the rest of my face and neck.

The plastic right foot of the doll drifted back towards me and in a dazed terror I could only stare. It slowly lowered, feeling cold as it pressed into my now puffy cheek, and I nearly screamed in fright and pain uncontrollably, trembling as it pushed painfully into my bruised skin. I could taste the flowing blood in my mouth as I stared up sideways at it, suddenly struggling in panic to escape from beneath the black plastic boot pinning the rest of my body. But it's force was too tight, my body too weak and exhausted, the half breaths I was able to draw just enough to stay conscious and feel pain. I was at Crystal's mercy. I was at these dolls mercy.

All the threats turned out to be too real as the right plastic foot pulled at my cheek and bruised skin, pulling my head back upright, so I was once again staring upward. I was terrified at what I saw, Crystal must have tilted the dolls chest forward, each ones head now tilted far forward enough above it's chest so it appeared they were looking down, each with a frozen face and smile, their eyes not looking directly at me with their strange blank plastic stares, barbies face still slightly blurred from the light.

Crystal's motherly voice sounded deep and otherworldly over the ringing noise.

“Now, apologize to your sister and I” She boomed, the vibrations of her voice vibrating through the cold boot of the doll. I felt icy cold as I shivered, the dolls blank faces staring down at me as my eyes still struggled to focus, my cheek feeling more and more sore as my sensations returned and the ringing dimmed.

I nearly screamed as the shadow of the bare, plastic right foot of Leia was quickly over me again, slowly lowering back down onto my face, obscuring my vision of the dolls above as it took up my view. I swallowed the blood in my mouth.

“I-I-I...” I stuttered, pathetically. “I'm s-sorry...”

The plastic doll's foot lowered more, pushing into my bruised cheek, the metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth as it started to push my head sideways once more. I could see Barbie's blank face slightly staring down at me from between the Leia's plastic toes.

“Do it properly Mark. Unless you want your sister to punish you more.” She thundered.

Do it properly?

My head was now pinned beneath the plastic right foot, looking sideways at the dolls huge plain left foot. I was panicked, terrified, finding myself babbling.

“I'm really, really sorry!” I yelled, my voice sounding near hysterical. Yet the weight on my face seemed to increase.

I have to play along...

“Please Mom!” I screamed, panicking. “I'm really sorry mom!”

“...HA-HE-HI-HA-HE HA-HE-HI-HA-HE...”

With a thunder of giggles, the dolls plastic foot lifted off of me slightly so that my face was no longer pinned painfully into the plastic floor, indicating I had done what she wanted. I was to be the dolls little boy, and Crystal wanted me to play along. The giggles stopped, the deep thunder of the redheaded goddess somewhere above me back in her motherly voice.

“Good. See, it wasn't that hard. Now, apologize to your sister”

I trembled, the cold bare foot of the doll still lightly pressed into my cheek, leaving my head still pinned to the floor. It shifted slightly, back and forth, like she was petting me with it.

“I'm really, really sorry, sister!”

The plastic foot pushed into my face slightly, the pain from my now battered face flaring up once more, Crystal's voice shifting back to brat.

“Call me princess!”

The pain still fresh on my cheek, I didn't need to be told twice.

“I'm sorry princess!” I screamed, my voice nearly choked in tears.

“Yaaaay!” She nearly seemed to scream, before giggling in her bratty like voice.

I was suddenly reminded that Stephanie and Amoe were out there, somewhere, somehow sleeping through all this. Her booming, bratty voice returned.

“Now, give your princess a kiss!”