A few days pass and the bikini shop owner still hadn’t changed your pose. You begin to get antsy hoping that today will be the day. But it never happens. In fact the shop seams a lot emptier now. Soon you hear the owner talking on the phone.
You were going to get sold.
A few days later the bikini shop owner finds a buyer and says they’ll mail you to them.
You watch as the shop owner walks up to you. You try to tell them not to do this. That your head was alive and you didn’t know what would happen if you were disassembled. But they don’t hear you.
You shudder as the shop owner removed your bikini knowing what came after.
The shop owner trails there finger under your arm pit and releases a hidden switch. Then your arm comes off entirely. You scream in utter ecstasy . The shop owner then unscrews your hand from the rist.
They then move on to your left arm. Flipping a switch then taking off the arm unscrewing the hand off.
Your face starts to get sweaty as you watch the bikini shop owner rap your arms together in bubble rap and put them in a box taping it closed.
The shop owner then moves infront of you and twists your waist. Your mind goes ballistic, as they struggle moving your holo torso side to side. You almost pass out but managed to just barely hold onto consciousness as your waist was pulled off your sexy white plastic legs giving you a good view of your ass.
Your head is taken off of your shoulders and placed in a new box separate from the torso full off styrofoam pellets.
As the box is sealed with packaging tape you desperately scream out for help put only get a mouth full of styrofoam pellets as darkness surrounds you.
Your feel the box with your head in it is picked up and placed on the box with your arms in it.
You are trapped in darkness feeling your head be moved through the mail system.
You almost worry that you’ll never leave this place of darkness and plastic, till you stop.
You hear the tape above you ripping and see light for the first time in days. Now to answer an important question.