So you, a fine cloth doll, wish to be used as a chewtoy?
To be locked in strong jaws, crushed and pierced between sharp teeth?
Picked apart, thread by thread, with those needle-like dentines?
Ripped, torn to shreds until you're more stuffing than form?
Viciously shaken, profaned, descecrated, exposed?
To go from graceful, serving, loving doll to nothing but scraps and moth-eaten, drool-soaked fabric?
Your feeble attempts at protest of being undone would fall on deaf ears. There would be nothing left of you.
Mangled and eviscerated, savaged and thrashed about. Killed in a way that only toys can be.
Enjoy.