You force yourself to take deep breathes, trying to calm your mind as try to think of a way out of your situation. You glance in the mirror, looking past your reflection to check on the mannequins. The three are huddled in the corner, heads together as though discussing something although you hear no conversation.
You rise awkwardly from the chair, moving as quietly as you can towards the bedroom door. You desperately try to will your arms back under your control and turn the door knob, but instead they told themselves across your chest. You glare at the door knob, so close to freedom yet denied by something so simple and sigh in despair, rolling your eyes when even that sounds girly.
There has to be a way.....your hands move by themselves again, resting on your hips with the thumbs tucked into your pants. You look down at them and then at your feet, a glimmer of hope rising within you and start to kick off your shoes. Then with some difficulty you balance on one leg and try to grip the door knob with your other foot, only for your hands to suddenly yank your pants down, throwing you off balance and leaving you in a heap on the floor. Cursing you roll around on the floor, discovering just how hard it is to get back onto your feet without using your arms as your hands flick your pants and shoes aside.
You suddenly feel hands under your armpits as two of the mannequins lift you upright without any apparent effort, turning your half-naked body to face the blonde blue clad bunny. She directs them with a nod of her head and they carry you away from the door ready to assimilate you further, but how do they intend to do it?