Slappy- Stuffing Kid in Suitcase

I grabbed Slappy’s legs and tried to fold them over his head.
But the dummy had a surprise for me. As I leaned over the case, struggling with his legs, his hands shot up. They grabbed me by the shoulders.
I cried out in pain as his wooden fingers dug into my skin. Dad tried to yank me free—but the dummy had astounding strength.
“Whoooooaaaa!” I wailed in horror and shock as I realized the dummy had tugged himself up.
Slappy stood—and swung me down hard. My head hit the suitcase lid. Bright red and yellow lights flashed in my eyes. I didn’t move for a few seconds. But it was long enough for Slappy to accomplish what he wanted.
I saw Dad make a grab for me. Too late. The dummy jammed me  into the suitcase, tucked me in tight, and slammed the lid shut.
I heard the latches click.
I was breathing so hard my chest throbbed. I strained against the lid, pressing my head against it, trying to force it open.
I stopped when outside the case, I heard Slappy shout at my dad: “Okay, Pops. Let’s take this trash to the dump!”

- Diary of a Dummy, chapter 8