Suddenly it hits you. All the anxiety and fear that were locked away from you burst into your consciousness like a tidal wave. Escape could wait. Right now all you could think about is how afraid you were. Panic fills your very soul. You are now a rubber doll. Unable to move. Posed like a mere toy. Living in a tea party purgatory. Could you call this "living" even? All you lived for now was the next breath. That could be taken from you at any moment. Even the breaths you took felt insufficient. Even through your panic you had to measure each breath you took. Your chest ached from the pressure applied by your smooth outer shell with each breath, along with your over sensitive nipples. Each of the breaths sent ripples of pleasure through your body.
The thing about pleasure is you want to ride it out. Feel the wave come in and out as your body tenses up and relaxes. However, in your current condition, pleasure only gave way to frustration. You were given no freedom over your body. You had no control over yourself. And, if the doll in front of you was any indication, no one would suspect what would be going on inside your doll exterior. You could barely make a sound while breathing, the tube was so small; in fact it seemed to allow for random amounts of air to reach your lungs. It drove you nuts. One moment you're taking an almost satisfactory breath, the other you're struggling to breathe. Such is the life of a doll, you hear the Queen say. The owner gives and the owner takes away. Horror and despair fills your very soul. The prevailing smell of latex fills your lungs. Suddenly your air cuts off. Choking.
You cling to consciousness. Try to breathe.
Nothing,
You stop.
The other doll twitches slightly
Is the other doll alive too?
You try do breathe.
Air.
The other doll stops twitching
Air suddenly stops.
Could it be.
You stop trying to breathe.
The other doll twitches again.
After a few secoonds it stops.
You take your chance.
Air.
You're both sharing the same air supply. One gets air the other waits. Both try to get air you both suffocate. Such is the life of a good doll the queen says. More despair. You're breaking. Nothing makes sense anymore. Why you. Why.
Why.