No, and Brittney isn't happy.

"No Brittney, I'm tired of being treated like I'm your ****! I'm a person! And you wouldn't be able to afford all the things you bought today if it weren't for the money from MY wallet!"

I turned around to see Brittney, feet off the table, bent over, putting her face 5 inches from mine.

"Okay little man, I need you to get a grasp of your situation right now. You are under six inches tall, in my apartment, on top of my coffee table, which is so high up for you if you were to fall you would most likely break your legs, at the very least! You don't seem to understand the power I have here, you legitimately nearly got knocked over by me setting down a goddamn bag, nearly vomited just by being 6 inches away from my feet, and nearly suffocated from a tiny puff of smoke that wasn't even directly at you! You are not in a position to object little pet, you are in a position to obey." She grabbed me in her hand and squeezed a little bit to demonstrate her point, then left to the kitchen.

When she came back she had a see through plastic cup and a straw, and I wondered what they were for, when she suddenly scooped me up in the cup and set it upside down on the coffee table, making me tumble in the process. The cup was barely big enough to hold me, but before I could lift it up to get out, she placed her hand on top.

"Defiance like that doesn't go unpunished little boy." Brittney said, removing her hand and replacing it with a nearby TV remote and her phone, of which their combined weight made the cup too heavy for me to budge. I banged on the side of the cup to no avail, where I saw Brittney solemnly grin. She then slid the straw just under the lip of the cup, and reached over to her cigarettes. I began panicking, trying to cover up the end of the straw, when Brittney inhaled smoke from her cigarette, then placed her lips on the straw and blew out. The **** of her breath pushed my hands out of the straws opening, and the cup began to fill with smoke. As the smoke entered my lungs, I began to scream, as I saw the walls of the cup get further and further away.

2 1/2"

As I started to writhe and suffocate, I saw Brittney laughing hysterically.

"Oh my God! This is hysterical! You cant even stand up! HAHAHAHAHAH"

She had hurt me before, but this time was different, she showed pleasure in my pain. Eventually I passed out, and I woke up in the cup, all of the smoke gone.

Brittney was asleep on the couch, but I still couldn't move the cup, so I curled into a ball and went to sleep.

I woke up in the dollhouse, on the bed, where I heard oil sizzling. I looked out the window to see I was on the kitchen table, and Brittney was wearing a dirty apron, frying eggs on her cheap stove. as I went downstairs, I saw a flip phone, bigger than me, open in my living room. It was open to the number 'Brittney' with a sticky note saying 'I'm sorry, call me : ('

I moved over to the flip phone and stood on the call button. It started calling, and I heard Brittney's phone ring on the counter. She walked over to it, saw who was calling, and hung up. But then she turned to my dollhouse, and walked over, her nose was a deep red, and it was clear she had been crying. I stepped outside the dollhouse when she sat down and spoke,

"Honey, I'm so sorry for what I did, I did some thinking, and you were right, you are a real person, and its unfair how I treated you. It's just that I get like that sometimes, and I really cant control myself, so yeah, I'm sorry. I'm making breakfast, but I doubt that will make up for it." She was clearly about to bawl, and most of me wanted ****, but part of me wanted to comfort her, so I walked over and put my hand on hers.

"Brittney, it's fine. It's clear you hate what you did, and I forgive you, just please never do anything like it again, and please refer to me by my name, Davey." She wiped a tear from her eye, then scooped me up and held me against her breast.

"Okay, Davey."