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Dylan's words cut through me like a knife, his tone cold and judgmental. "You deserve this, Felicia. And it's for your own good. It's for us." I'm left standing there, bewildered, as he explains his plan. "I'm leaving for two weeks, and during that time, my friend Mr. Jingles is going to train you." A sickening feeling settles in my stomach as he continues.

"And when I get back, you'll have become the perfect wife. My little teddy bear." The words echo in my mind, leaving me with a sense of dread. What is he talking about? The perfect wife? My mind races, trying to make sense of his bizarre demands. And who the fuck is Mr. Jingles?

"Dylan, please," I begin but suddenly the air becomes charged with an unsettling energy. A cartoony voice, whimsical yet ominous, resonates within the confines of the bear head. "Hi little girl! We're going to have tons of fun together!" The voice is a stark contrast to Dylan's cold demeanor, but the excitement in its tone sends shivers down my spine.

What is happening? Mr. Jingles? Perfect wife? This is insane! I didn't sign up for this. What is Dylan thinking?

The uniform, already a suffocating prison, began to ripple with a life of its own. Panic set in as I realized that Mr. Jingles, this entity Dylan spoke of, is somehow controlling the very fabric that enveloped me. The tickling becomes even more vicious, a million unseen feathers, a legion of phantom hands doing everything they can to make me scream. Not an inch of me went unmolested. My screams are muffled inside the silly bear head, Mr. Jingles deep guffaws booming in my ears. Dylan watched me struggle for a moment before picking up his suitcase.

"Thanks again, Mr. Jingles. Do whatever it takes. No need to be gentle."

I scream for him to release me, but he's already gone.