[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

I was purchased at the tender age of 2 months - a little girl got her father to buy me, probably because my long, slender body, the two ends encased in some comfortable material of a calming blue, appealed to her. She slid her fingers along my rope-spine reverentially, and if I could. I would have shivered with joy - someone liked me. Someone bought me! 
 
 We've been together almost constantly since then. There was this fun game where she would spin me, gripping my handle-heads tightly, swinging me up and down and in a circle, jumping in between and giggling. We were friends, I think. 
 One thing I regretted in that time was never being able to hug her - I had seen her enveloped in the arms of her mother, her father, friends and family, and I longed to give the girl I loved such an embrace. 
 
 Eventually, her father helped me with this problem, that wonderful enabler of my friendship. He, like his daughter, had a firm grip, and carefully, he allowed me to slip around her pretty little neck. 
 Oh, I was glad to finally hold her! Tight, and tighter, and tighter, and then, when her father and I both figured she had gotten the message of my love, I was loosened. 
 
 Somehow, we did n't play that fun game after that.
