Dollface sat alone at the table, the tall, dark man having quickly ruffled her hair and left the house completely, ready for the day in his blue coveralls and lank brown hair.
She wondered if he was somehow taller than Uncle Mike.
He was as strong as Uncle Mike was before he came home...
...The shadow gritted her teeth and slammed the frog's head into the tiles, straddling the toy between her legs and pinning it to the floor.
The shadow howled, no longer enjoying her moment and wanting her prey to just give it up already.
The frog shrieked, purple eyes rolling wildly in their plastic sockets. The shadow growled and plunged the top set of artificial limbs into the crested sockets. They stabbed, over and over and over until her meal relaxed, going limp between her thighs…
...Dollface wandered from the room, going back to the entryway of the house.
An ugly old hat sat above her head on the coat rack by the door.
It looked like old man Kreuger's.
Ew.
She could still hear the squeaks and groans of the rooms upstairs. The pipes banged and the vents settled.
Was Courage, her little yappy dog, here?
No, don't think so.
Something much larger was.
His nephew Jason?
No, all the boots were missing.
Her stomach hurt.
Real, real bad.
At least the chocolate craving had been subdued by the breakfast muffin. She peeled off a bit of sweetened skin from her lip with her perfectly square, perfectly white and unnaturally straight teeth.
She looked down at her legs and watched the red spreading across her stocking thighs.
Dammit, not again. The floorboards creaked above her.
She should go upstairs and change, but she really didn't feel like it.
Dollface felt her blonde strands fall into her face and tickle her nose. People said the little hump it had made her look 'Jewish'. She didn't think she looked Jewish.
There was nothing wrong with that though.
She did have a few Jewish friends, and they agreed. She didn't look like one of them.
But they were happy to see her at the state fair.