Jimmy and his mother tore my helpless body to shreds with his mother. I was completely defense from the tiny little hands of a toddler. They started dipping me into a warm liquid substance and began to paste my body parts together in the shape of some kind of godly being. It wasn't the most detailed but I could tell I looked like some kind of cave bat, but one that has mutated into the form of a human. "What kind of sick creatures would make a voodoo doll out somebody?" I thought to myself. Finally when they were done piecing me together they let me sit in solitude in a cold, dark room. During this period I did some thinking and realized what was happening. What other fate did I have though? This is my destiny. Slowly but surely, my skin began to become tight and crisp like a potato chip. The child and its mother walked back into the room, staring me down with a harsh eye. They cut a small whole in my back and started to fill me with a bunch of treats. I was very confused. I was a voodoo doll, but they were stuffing me with filling at the same time, perhaps for some time of roast. Like before, I didn't struggle, I accepted my fate. I was never one to question one's own fate, no matter how gruesome. They started to thread a fine line through the previously made incision, sowing me up like Frankenstein, a horrible monster made up of scraps of body parts. Some kind of science experiment gone wrong. Over top of my stitches they attached loop, in which they strung another thread through; this one seemed thicker and sturdier. They brought me outside to some kind of altar, maybe to sacrifice me? I was very dazed and did not fully comprehend what was happening due to the sharp pain in my back. They tossed the thick string over top of a post coming off of the altar, maybe 10 or so feet off the ground. I was secured very tightly, to make sure I didn't try to escape. From this sky altar, I could see a bunch of little baby humans, eating their sweet party treat glazed with frosting. Is this what I was going to be? A sweet treat for a bunch of toddler? I still had a very sharp pain in my back, and it was getting worse every second. The mother human walked over to me, not noticing the pain in my eyes. She called over her young and gave them each a war club and some kind of visor that impaired their vision. I don't understand why they would handicap themselves for a battle when they are all so very young. The first child steps up, swinging blindly into the area around me. He scored a tiny hit, but nothing to to brag about. I received a small dent in my side. Three more children stepped up and did the same thing. Finally they brought out their champion, who you could tell ate too much at the previous activity. He wound up his arms, and swung with such brutal force that nothing could stop the force. He made contact with me, and I was pulverized into a bunch of little pieces. I was scattered all over the land, my fillings were spilling out everywhere. In a huge rush, all of the children ran over to my insides, picking them up and stuffing their faces with me. Is this what my life had come to? To become nothing more than just a mere snack for overly spoiled children? My real question was, how could something so cute and harmless, be so barbaric and gruesome to something as innocent as me? What did I do to deserve that?
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