Slappy- Stuck on the Floor

“Be scared, Barton,” Slappy said, lowering his voice to a growl. “Be very scared.”
He raised his hands and I froze. I struggled to move my arms, my legs.
But he had cast a spell on them or something. I couldn’t move.
He raised his hands higher—and my hands shot up, too.
He made his hands wiggle in the air. And my hands wiggled in the air.
He bent his legs. My legs bent, too.
He was completely controlling me!
“Be scared! Be very scared!” he repeated.
Then he waved his hands in a circle. And I began to dance. A wild tap dance. My shoes clattered over the floor as I danced.
Slappy tossed back his head and laughed. “You’re MY puppet now, Barty, old boy!”
He swung his hands down low. And I collapsed to the floor in a heap.
“You’re MY puppet now. How does it feel?”
I tried to stand up. But he kept me down on the floor.
...

Again, I struggled to stand up. But a powerful force kept me down on the floor.
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I tried one more time to stand up. But Slappy was using his power to hold me there.
“Let me up!” I shouted. “Let me up, Slappy!”
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I sucked in breath after breath. Slowly, the pain faded from my chest, my head stopped throbbing, and my eyes began to focus again.
I lifted myself onto one elbow. My whole body was trembling. I took more deep breaths.

- My Friend Slappy, chapters 21 and 22