He dropped to his knees, as Emily handed him the vibrating dildo. Emily reached in her pocket and pulled out a glitter marker. She pulled the lid off, and started to write across the left side of Brad's chest: "Property of Emily." And he knew he was and always would be his little sister's living toy rubber cat. He moaned as the vibrator hummed recalibrating his harmonic with the universe. Brad understood now how the magic song worked, and how he was its helpless thrall. He remembered what happened to Emily's headless old Barbie, and her Mr. Snookums doll which they buried in a mock funeral only a month before. She was hard on her toys, and now he was one of them. Oh, well, he was her property now. Whatever she wanted to do was her choice.