Carley was fighting frantically and screaming as loudly as she could, but the pacifier gag was muffling most of it. It couldn’t end like this. She was about to get adopted for real. Why did she even agree to any of this?
“Excuse me, what are you doing?” a familiar voice said. The woman whipped around. “I was just about to take this unattended Little,” the woman said matter-of-factly.
“She happens to be my Little,” Crystal said indignantly. She looked furious and had her face contorted into a snarl. Carley had never seen her that way.
The woman backed away to her cart where her own captive Little awaited. She then turned her nose up and gave a “humph,” before slowly pushing her cart down the aisle.