Try to leave... but is to stay

She had had enough of this place. She could not hit anyone. She could not kick or scream. There was no higher authority to cry for help. No cops. No good samaritans. This place was well and truly to her definition of Hell, full of the sick and twisted. Kirsty took one more look at her friend in the cubicle to shed a tear. There was no helping her now, but she was still determined to find a way out for the both of them. She decided to move on to find some rationality in the situation they were and a way to escape. There was no way that this place had no exit. There were stories from long ago that told of ancient Greek heroes escaping from the underworld. This would be a very similar situation. Only that she and her friend were neither heroes nor gods. When there was a will, there was a way.... but just as she was about to turn around, there was a loud pinging sound from inside the store, the kind that an oven makes when the timer runs out. She was immediately filled with a grave sense of dread, completely flustered when she found that she could not move a muscle.

"Well, that's the dinner bell." Lux giggled audibly again between pants, "Looks like your punishment is ready. Goodbye, Miss Kirsy. Have fun!"

Kirsty opened her mouth to yell, but no words came out. Tried as she might, she could not even manage a squeak. Her fear escalated further as her legs took her further into the store, towards a door labeled 'New Stock.' She was in too much distress to figure out what that means, even as the door creaked open like the stereotypical entrance ways of horror movies. She did not want to go into the pitch black darkness inside, but she could not control herself. As soon as she was past the threshold, everything went blank.

When she came to, her eyes were immediately blinded by a bright light. As they adjusted, she found herself standing on top of some kind of podium in a huge hall. Before her was a crowd seated in chairs, cameras flashing and lips chattering excitedly. She whirled around to get her bearings. There was only an old boombox with a speaker on stage with her. Confusion and panic sets in. She could now move most of her muscles but her legs were still. Looking down, she was still completely naked, and the stark realization of the exhibitionism made her want to scream again to no avail.

"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the latest Vanity Doll Extravaganza!" A very cheerful pop media centric voice spilled out of the boombox, "We have a very special treat for you today, folks! Please welcome our latest and greatest product for your consumption: Kirsty Jones!"

There was a loud cheer and a round of applause, followed by wolf whistles and jeers. All of their voices sounded male, and Kirsty was immediately shamed. She tried to cover herself up with her arms but they did the opposite instead. Her body stuck her chest out, letting her tits bounce, and struck a slutty pose, legs spread wide open and hands placed on her hips.

"Now, folks, let's see what our fine product has in store for you today." The voice continued, "Kirsty Jones has been a very proud young woman of her age. Proud of her body to the point of narcissism. We all know how we feel about that, don't we?" More whistles and cheers followed, "More than once, she has boasted about her fitness routines, brought down family, friends and total strangers because of their weight and eating habits, completely uncalled for criticisms about shoe and dress sizes, and even seducing away the hot boyfriends of more than one bestie. Can you imagine that? All of those hurt feelings." A series of boos finished his sentence, "It takes a truly nasty person to do such a thing almost on the daily. Ever since she turned into a teenager, I might add."

Amidst the throng of faceless men out there, a cascade of a single word began shouting in rhythm. "Program! Program! Program!" Kirsty's blood turned to ice, but her lips creased into a whorish smile.

"That's it, folks! You're absolutely right! The program has spoken! Our product will become the object she always wanted to be! An object for all to enjoy and appreciate however they wish! No longer will Kirsty Jones be known as a human soul, but as in 'it', for the consumption of all our dear fans out there! I'm sure it will be getting to know you real soon!"

The lights suddenly cut out. The sounds drown into a standstill, leaving Kirsty once more in total darkness, terrified of what the announcer in the boombox meant.