Waking up to the feeling of tiny little tongues against her soles, it was hard sometimes for Eden not to feel like a real-life Goddess. She stretched out languidly in bed, pinning and dragging a couple slaves underneath her soles, chuckling to herself as she playfully brushed one off the bed completely, their tiny little ~thump~ against the hardwood barely reaching her ears. “Good morning, darlings,” she said aloud, a soft smile on her lips. “Did my feet taste good this morning?”

One of the two still on the bed squeaked something completely unintelligible to Eden. The giant woman smiled and waggled her fingers down at the talkative pet. “Good, I’m glad.” Her tone was calm and reassuring; Eden found you hardly ever needed to raise your voice with creatures that could be snuffed out underfoot. The giant girl pushed herself towards the foot of her bed, her slaves hurriedly scampering to the side to avoid their owner’s enormity.

“Awh... you landed bad, huh?” The man who had been pushed off the bed was crying in agony, holding his leg and screaming up at Eden, though again his words were lost in the gulf of space between them. Eden tilted her head to the side. “That sucks, really. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” As she spoke, she lowered her foot off the lip of the bed, carefully bringing it down over his pale form. The little man started to tickle her soft, bare sole as she pressed down, but he barely had the strength to manage even that for very long.

Eden still thought about the first time she stepped on a tiny. She had always imagined there being a thick, messy crunch, or maybe a violently explosive splatter as a person’s whole life ended beneath you, but that had never been her experience. The man simply laid back as her foot instructed, and with no more effort than snuffing out a cigarette, she pressed him into the ground. One minute he laid beneath her, and the next he was smearing against her sole. A former life, reduced to a jellied mess. His bones offered so little resistance they didn’t even add to the texture of his death. It delighted her to know he probably screamed, but she hadn’t heard a thing.

The slaves on the bed watched this from above, aghast and helpless to spare their companion. Eden ground her foot against the floor before lifting it up. The mess of flesh stuck to the bottom of her foot, slowly peeling off with gravity as she inspected her kill. “Eugh. You little things really do have a way of making such a ~mess~ when you die, don’t you?” Eden glanced at the slaves beside her. “Why didn’t you encourage him to die cleaner?”

“A... are you fucking kidding me!?” One of the girls shrieked, loud enough for Eden to pick up on it. “Fuck you, you horrible fucking murderous fucking cunt!!”

Breathe, Eden thought to herself, closing her eyes for just a moment before turning to regard the shrieking woman beside her. One of the ladies was crawling on her back away from the giant girl, her hand clasped over her mouth as her partner stood on her feet, glaring up at Eden.

“No, no I’m not!” the woman continued to scream, seemingly responding to something her friend had said which Eden hadn’t heard. “I’m not gonna stay quiet while this delusional, abusive cunt does whatever she wants! You think you’re better than us because you’re bigger? You’re fucking nothing, you hear me? You’re a nobody who--”

One massive thumb pressed against the tiny girl’s chest, while two fingers came from behind for support. Eden squeezed the air from the little thing, enjoying watching the bravado deflate as her eyes bugged out of her head, her tiny little fingers wrapped around the thumb and desperately clawed at Eden’s skin. It was important, especially in such circumstances, to maintain poise and dignity. Were the flea’s words annoying? Of course they were, and Eden considered addressing them - but then again, she was a Goddess. Why bother defending yourself when you could just impose your will?

“You.” Eden looked at the girl who was still on her back, now watching the whole scene with a look of pure terror. “I’m going to call you Catherine.”

The girl - Catherine - stammered meekly, but her words were unimportant.

“This one is going to have trouble doing things on her own for a while.” As she spoke, Eden lifted her prey into her lap, pinching her now with fingers from both hands. “It is going to be your responsibility to see that her basic needs are attended to. Tell me you understand.” Catherine squeaked again, her voice too timid and little to be heard. When Eden’s dark gaze didn’t flicker, Catherine instead nodded dramatically.

“Good.” With that sorted, the giant girl turned her attention to the prize still wriggling in her fingers. She was trying to scream, but Eden pumped her chest rhythmically, forcing her to spend all her energy on gathering breath when she was able before it was pushed from her lungs again. “This isn’t why, by the way,” Eden explained as she watched the toy suffer. “This is just for fun.”

Catherine nodded again, this time more absently, as she watched the girl wield limitless power in the most cruel, petty way she could imagine. “Okay dear, deep breath,” Eden announced. Catherine wasn’t being spoken to, but she sucked in air nonetheless.

Snip! Crrk! Snap! Kch! The giant girl’s fingers moved with practiced dexterity, manipulating the little thing with ease, and in two seconds all four of her limbs were snapped at the joints. The girl who had spoken to Eden so ferociously, who had stood her ground and fought for what she believed in, now flopped and gasped in Eden’s palm like a fish on land. Her eyes were wide with fear and pain, and her torso shuddered unnaturally as Eden gently tilted her hand this way and that, admiring the reactions that were elicited from the slightest changes in position.

“Now come, hop on and I’ll get you two set up with what you’re going to need.” Eden lowered her hand to the bed, the same hand on which another woman now squirmed and whimpered in half-drawn breaths. Catherine gingerly stepped up towards the heel of the palm, keeping her distance from the injured woman. Eden lifted them both, bringing them to a small bowl on her dresser. The bottom was just wide enough for them to lay flat, but the walls were steep enough to keep them contained. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”

Eden strode from her bedroom towards the kitchen, a smile on her lips and a spring in her step. She often showed restraint with her toys, happy to leave them more or less alone as long as they were obedient and docile... which was what made the willful ones such a delight. Deep within her, Eden harbored a need to see people suffer beneath her, to show the world just how cruel she could be. Her imagination brimmed with ideas, she felt as though she could inflict a different torment on every person on Earth and still have inspiration left over.

Of course, it wasn’t practical to murder every tiny she came across. Glancing around her home, she could spot a half-dozen little things, toiling away on the counters and tabletops and mantle. They all wore cute little maid outfits, and Eden was sure they spent unsupervised time slacking off, but that was less important to her than the hurried rush to seem busy whenever she entered a room. She playfully flicked a little man on her dining room table as she strode by, sending him tumbling several inches away, and chuckled as she continued on.

“Hmm...” Eden glanced around her kitchen, her eyes falling on a discarded bottle cap just beside the sink. “Perfect!” She plucked it up, kneeling down to grab a single kernel of food from her cat’s bowl as well. She glanced around, not immediately seeing the little ratcatcher, and shrugged. “He won’t mind.”

“M-Mistress!” The clarity of the voice caught her attention, and she turned to see an older woman standing on the kitchen counter right beside her head. “Please, Mistress, my husband!”

Eden cocked an eyebrow. “Mmm?”

“My... my husband, you... you took him with you last night, you took him to bed with you,” The older woman looked haggard, like she hadn’t slept all night. “We’re happy to serve you, Mistress, of course, but may you please bring him back to me?”

“Mmm,” Eden responded, regarding the little woman. The sink was right beside them, it would be a trivial matter to put her down the garbage disposal. “I, uh...” Looking down at her foot, it was obvious whatever had been stuck there had rubbed off in the walk over here, now there was nothing more than a slightly off-color smear. “I have nothing for you.” She shrugged.

The tiny woman’s entire head turned as she regarded Eden’s eyes, first one, then the other, and back again. She wrung her hands together, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Wh... what do you mean?”

“I mean I have nothing to give you. Get back to work.” The giant woman rose to her full height, loosely cupping the bottle cap and cat food in one hand. She stared down at the sniveling woman, a challenge in her eyes.

“...Please, I just-”

Eden moved automatically. FwshhhhhhhGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The heavy sound of the garbage disposal drowned out the miniature woman’s howl, falling to her knees and covering her head in her hands. The weight of her body was nothing as Eden lifted it into the air, holding her over the sink.

“I gave you an order.”

“I’LL DO IT I’LL CLEAN I’LL ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYTHINGANYTHINGANYTHINGANYTHING!” The woman bawled against Eden’s fingers, and a small stream of liquid trickled down her leg and into the sink. Eden smirked, considering tossing her away... but she had already been indulgent with two slaves this morning, she’d clearly woken up with a poor grip on her more base urges. Then again, if she let the woman go now, would it be seen as weakness by the rest of the slaves who were no doubt watching?

She released the body, letting her fall the two feet into the sink. The woman landed on her back, clearly in pain, and the cold water rushing around her couldn’t have been pleasant. Eden reached out and flipped off the disposal, then the faucet. She had witnessed it before, escaping the sink was laborious for tinies, and often a rescue operation requiring multiple slaves all working together. Eden decided this was a happy medium between punishment and lenience. “I’ll need the sink clear by lunch. I’m happy to do it myself, if need be.” With that, the giant girl flipped her hair and strode back to her bedroom.

The girls in the bowl had seemingly left one another alone during her absence. The broken one laid on her back, having stilled somewhat thanks to a more stable bedding, and Catherine was huddled against the far wall from the other, her knees pulled up to her chest. She looked up at Eden fearfully as soon as the giant woman was back. “Hey, little ones~” She looked down at the two, smiling broadly for the first time this morning. “You two look so precious in there. What a lovely couple you’re going to make.”

Catherine stammered something, and Eden decided to oblige, lowering her face towards the bowl. “Say again, dear?”

“I d-don’t want to make trouble,” Catherine said, her voice somewhat louder, but still blunted by the sheer immensity of Eden. There were always those slaves who could never bring themselves above a murmur in her presence, and it wasn’t necessarily a trait Eden sought to remedy.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” Eden asked. Catherine stared up at her blankly for a moment before nodding. “How did I get you?”

“My...” The girl shuddered. “My ex did this to me. Sent me to you. You used me last night, on stream.”

“Oh, you were the girl wrapped in a post-it note,” Eden said with dawning recognition. “Mmmhmm, okay, I remember now. Let me tell you a secret, Catherine: it’s really so, so easy to not suffer. You just have to give up everything to me.”

“Y-you’ve already taken everything from me. From all of us, from...” The tiny girl looked at the broken woman in front of her. Eden smiled.

“Even for a Goddess like myself, there are some things that can only be given.” Eden loved little moments like these. Moments when she could say whatever she wanted, and have a captive audience hanging off of every word. “She jealously kept her pride to herself. She let it fester inside her, and it eventually consumed her. There’s nothing about this situation that isn’t her own fault.”

Catherine stared at the woman, considering the words of the girl who now ruled her entire life. “You... you said I’d have to take care of her?”

“Mm, right, thank you for reminding me.” Eden dropped the objects she was holding into the bowl, each making a series of tinks and clinks as they settled beside the girls. “This is cat food, for the two of you to split. From experience, I know you’re going to have trouble breaking pieces off, so:” Eden brought her thumb down on the brown pebble, crunching it into several dozen pieces. She noted with amusement that the cat food offered more resistance than a tiny. “Thank me.”

“Th-thank you!” Catherine squeaked up obediently. Eden rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Newbies get one. Say ‘Thank you, Mistress’.”

“Thank you, Mistress!”

“Better.” Eden then brought her face over the bowl, holding her hair back with one hand and pursing her lips. A thin line of saliva grew where her lips parted, swelling and gently descending towards the bottle cap. By the time it broke off and splattered into the cap, it had grown enough to fill the container halfway. Catherine drew further back in disgust, looking between the bottle cap and Eden.

“She’s bound to be thirsty,” the giant woman said. “Why don’t you offer her some?”

“I-I don’t-” Catherine caught herself. “...have a glass.”

In response to this, Eden cupped her hands together over the bowl in pantomime. Catherine shivered. She knew there was no refusing this, that much had been made perfectly clear to her. “...Do I have to drink it, too?”

“I’ll tell you what: if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you have real water to drink, how about that?” Eden was fond of the new girl in a way she found hard to pinpoint. Her naivete and obedience was an attractive pairing. Catherine nodded her understanding, pushing herself onto her knees and slowly crawling forward towards the broken woman.

“...don’t...” the soft wheeze was barely audible to Catherine, who tried her best to ignore how it made her feel.

“I don’t have a choice,” she muttered. “I’m sorry.” With that, she brought her hands together, gathering up a handful of Eden’s spit, and bringing it to the broken woman’s lips. “Please just drink it.”

The truth was the broken woman didn’t have the strength to resist. It was all she could do to lay as still as possible despite the horrible pain she felt across her body. She passively accepted the spit, her eyes brimming with impotent tears as she felt the warm liquid trickle down her throat, laying beneath Eden’s sadistic gaze as some vulnerable, humiliated prize. She had wanted to stare up defiantly at Eden, to show that she wouldn’t - that she couldn’t be cowed by some bitch with a god complex. Now, under the sadistic, lustful gaze of the girl who owned her, she wanted nothing more than to wither away into some dark recess and be unseen. She kept her eyes lowered as Catherine spooned a second handful of spit past her lips. A thin stream drooled down her cheek. Eden giggled. “She looks miserable~”

“Yes, Mistress,” Catherine said, looking up at her new owner. Eden bit her lower lip, considering making Catherine feed her the whole trough, but was interrupted by a chime coming from her bed. She checked her phone and muttered under her breath.

“Oh, right. I have to get going, dears. Be a doll and feed her the rest of that, I want it empty when I get back, and then you can have your water. Feel free to ration out the food however you like.” She smirked and waggled her fingers playfully down to her toys as she strode from the room. “Back later!”

Giving a soft grunt of annoyance, Eden quickly hopped in the shower and set about hurriedly making herself ready for the day. If she hadn’t gotten an alert the night before she might’ve forgotten about it altogether: apparently she had scheduled an in-person handoff for this morning, something she had no recollection of. Still, she wasn’t going to say no to taking a tiny slave off someone’s hands, especially if she was getting paid to do so.

Just before she shut the water off, she gave a teasing brush of her finger to a specially-made cage hanging from the showerhead. “Sorry, little one,” Eden said to the captive inside. “I have to be brief today, I’ll let you clean me tomorrow.” She smiled and winked at the miserable face staring back up at her, then gingerly hopped out.

Fifteen minutes later and Eden was gathering the last of her things, pulling her purse over her shoulder. She looked out across the living room, spotting a few of her pets. They would slack off in her absence, certainly, but none of them would flee. They were her captives, no matter how free they seemed. She opened her door, smiling, and stepped out onto the patio.

“Oh hello, dears~” Eden said as a half-dozen cats sauntered towards her, watching her fingers eagerly. “How are you all today? Looking for some treats?” She withdrew a small silver pouch from her purse, and individually gave each cat a treat. Early in her career, she’d had problems with escape attempts, but two years of training neighborhood strays to expect food on her porch had handily solved that problem. She lived in symbiosis with the cats, and it was one of the most surprising, delightful benefits of her lifestyle.

Carefully moving past the cats as they set about cleaning themselves up, Eden once again checked her phone, confirming the address. The location was mercifully close, a small diner only a dozen blocks from her home. It was probably just a coincidence, but she made a mental note to be cautious when returning home. She didn’t need these weirdos knowing where she lived.

Lazily, Eden scanned the ground as she walked, noticing every little movement, watching them for a second or two before moving on. Stray tinies were rare - if people, animals and the weather didn’t get them, starvation usually did. The outside world was a deadly habitat for tinies, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t the odd lost pet or straggler. Eden herself had caught two in her life, and she considered herself lucky. So she watched as she walked, and failed to notice a figure move from an alley behind her, approaching her swiftly.

“Hey, bi-” Eden didn’t catch the rest before a blow to the back of the head knocked her unconscious, but she understood the sentiment.

Eden regained consciousness to the sound of grunge, shouting, and a boot connecting with her stomach.

“Wake up, bitch!” a gravelly, feminine voice urged Eden back into the real world. Her vision was a blur of disconnected images she struggled to comprehend, and the repeated blows to her midsection weren’t helping. She tried to bring her arms up to defend herself, but they wouldn’t budge - were they broken? No, just bound behind her back at the wrists, same with her ankles. 

“S-stop...” she mumbled, trying to indicate her consciousness. The blows ceased, giving her a chance to catch her breath and get a bearing on her surroundings. The carpet she was laying against was thin and filled with grit and dust. The lighting was poor, a single dim bulb outshone by slats of sunbeams from a window just above Eden’s head. The radio blaring that music was across the room from her, a black boombox resting on a dilapidated dresser. Everything about this place was so far from the aesthetics Eden preferred to drape herself in, she wondered if she hadn’t died and gone to Hell.

“Oh hey, look who decided to wake the fuck up.” Eden turned now to face her abductor. A short, heavyset girl with messy blonde hair stood over her, looking down at Eden with naked contempt. She held some kind of rod in her hand - maybe a collapsible baton? She wore a white sleeveless top, ripped black jeans, and a pair of black boots Eden was certain were steel-toed. “You awake enough to feel pain?”

That didn’t strike Eden as a question worth answering. “What do you want?”

“I asked if you’re feeling pain yet, bitch.” She punctuated her point with another kick, catching Eden in the ribs. A throaty gasp passed Eden’s lips, and she raked in a hard, painful breath. She writhed on the floor, mouth agape, trying desperately to catch her breath again while the crass cunt above her laughed. “Looks like it. Good. We’re gonna use that to make sure you don’t get confused about who’s in charge here.” Before Eden could compose herself again for another reply, that boot came down on her skull, pressing the right side of her face against the filthy carpet. “Stick your tongue out and lick the floor.”

Like hell, you degenerate fucking animal. Eden kept her mouth shut, sucking air deeply through her nose as her breathing finally caught back up with her. The blonde pressed down harder, grinding her tread into Eden’s cheek. “Just tell me what the fuck you want! What is it, money? Attention? A shout-out?”

“I am not one of your fucking fans, bitch!” Eden tensed when the boot lifted off her head, and sure enough another blow rained down on her, this time mitigated somewhat by Eden’s expecting it. “What you do is sick! Filth! Trash!” Three more kicks, and Eden was quick enough to roll such that they landed against her back. Still painful, but she could endure simple pain. “You’re nothing but a leech, a fucking... a fucking parasite!”

“Hey babe, don’t kill her right away,” a voice called out some rooms away. “You’re right, she’s a leech, but she might be useful for us still.”

The blonde looked down at Eden, breathing heavily, her knuckles white around the baton. Eden slowly rolled and twisted herself onto her front, rising up to a kneeling position, and was silently grateful her attempt wasn’t met with more resistance. Instead her captor seemed content to stare hatefully down at her while Eden got the tiniest bit more comfortable on her knees.

What do I say to these people? Eden wondered to herself, keeping her eyes lowered to not provoke any more ire than necessary. Of course she hadn’t actually done anything wrong - by a legal standard, anyway - but trying to explain that probably wasn’t going to go over very well. “I’m sorry,” she instead offered, quietly.

“What did you say to me?” The blonde stepped closer, and the tip of the baton was brought up underneath Eden’s chin fast enough to clack her teeth together. Eden raised her eyes to her enemy’s.

“I’m sorry, I...” Eden’s pale blue eyes welled with tears. “...I wish I didn’t have to do it.” The two stared at one another, and Eden could see the faintest softening in the hate staring at her. “You don’t understand, I don’t have control of my life. It’s my boyfriend, he... he fucking owns me, okay? I can’t go anywhere, do anything, be anyone I want to be without his say so. He makes me do that sick shit online, he and his friends a-and his audience - not mine - they get off to peoples’ suffering, the tiny peoples’... and my own.”

As she recounted her story, Eden could see the blonde’s expression changing from rage to bewilderment. She tasted copper on her tongue, and deftly pushed a small pool of blood in her mouth forward, letting it trickle down the corner of her lips as the weight of what she’d said hung in the air.

“That’s bullshit,” the blonde said, though she obviously didn’t fully believe it. “Hey hon, there’s no way that’s not bullshit, right?” The second woman entered the room shortly after being addressed, a taller woman dressed more elegantly in a long yellow dress that matched her hair both in shade, and how it flowed when she moved.

“It is.” The second woman came to a stop in front of Eden, squatting down to be eye level with her. “Hello, by the way. I’m Natalie, this is Taki.”

“Agonia,” Eden said, and Natalie smiled.

“Mmm, the Mistress Agonia. Do you mind terribly if we refer to you as Eden, though? That is your name, right?”

Eden hated annoying, gloating cunts. Especially when they were right. “Yeah.”

“Marvelous.” Natalie patted Eden on the head, then rose to her feet again. “You’re going to find it very difficult to lie to us, so you might want to put a stop to it before you embarrass yourself further.” She had already pulled out her phone, and was scrolling through something with her phone. “Where did I write it down... yeah, here: your last romantic relationship was with Giselle Porter, and it ended... with your March 21st stream for 2018.” She looked down at Eden. “So three years ago.”

“So the boyfriend stuff was bullshit?”

“Oh most certainly. As if our little Edey here would ever allow herself to be controlled like that.” Eden started to challenge this, but Taki’s backhand shut her up, dropping her back onto her side.

“Fucking bitch,” Taki spat. “I almost felt bad for you.”

“What,” Eden breathed heavily as she pulled herself back to her knees. “do you want?”

Natalie offered her phone to Taki. “Would you like to show her?”

“Sure.” Taki took the phone from Natalie and, after a quick glance, tapped the screen and turned it around for Eden to see. It was one of her own streams, by her recollection at least half a year prior. She was in her full Agonia makeup: death-white face with black eyeshadow, deep purple lips, and long black hair. Her costuming was simple that evening, a revealing corset under a black dress that flowed to the floor. Pinched in two of Agonia’s fingers and held up for the camera to see was a tiny man, dangling upside-down by an ankle and screaming for his life. At several points he reached out towards the camera, and Agonia seemed to delight in letting him catch the very edge of it, only to slowly pull him away again.

“He was important to you.” Eden looked up from the screen towards her captresses, studying their expressions. “That’s what this is, then. Revenge.”

“Keep watching,” Natalie said with a smile as she pulled over a chair. Taki remained quiet, staring daggers into Eden. The gothy streamer sighed and, after shifting her weight uncomfortably, refocused on the screen.

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“Hangrygamer, thank you so much for the five~” Agonia said absently, still giggling at the little man’s struggles to pull himself free of her grip. “Huff...sstrix - ‘Huffs Trix’ - thank you so much for the five~” The words came naturally, unconsciously. Using two hands, she held him such that his body was bent backwards, his spine stretched to nearly its limit. She brought his face towards the camera, his helpless expression of pain crystal clear to hundreds of watchers.

This was the pre-stream ritual she engaged in every night. Idly teasing a tiny in front of the camera while the odd donation or message came in. It gave people a chance to get settled and ready for the main show, but still provided some amount of engagement for those who were ready. “Oh chat! I actually learned something interesting about this one~” She pulled him away from the camera and held him closer to her chest in an upturned palm, cradling him like a mouse. “It turns out our little one here is named Keanu, isn’t that interesting? I always think of that name as just the guy, you know? I forget it can be a real name for other people sometimes.” She looked down at the pet in her hands. “Or, well, I say ‘people’ but...” Agonia glanced up, head still tilted forward, and winked at the camera.

“Oh, ten dollars from Mezza9 - thank you very much for the ten - with a message that says ‘Do you think it’s okay to hurt tinies?’” Agonia looked down at her toy again, then to the camera. “Well. There’s two questions there, aren’t there? And I’ll answer them both. First, is it okay for me to hurt tinies? Absolutely, I’m Mistress Agonia, I can do whatever I like~” She stuck out her chest, drawing in a breath and striking a pose she had no doubt would become a video thumbnail later.

“But if you’re asking if harm to tinies in general is okay?” She relaxed in her seat, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. Agonia shrugged, then smirked. “Sure. Why not? It’s not like they’re our equals.” She pinched Keanu’s wrists in her fingers, holding him up by his arms. The tiny man dangled weakly from the fingers of a girl markedly younger than himself, and Agonia took a moment to appreciate the image on her own screen. She brought her smiling face up just beside his body, playfully contrasting their situations.

Another donation indicator popped up. “Another ten from Mezza9: ‘Would you hurt Tybalt?’” Agonia rolled her eyes, her light-hearted smile fading, and she looked across the room at her grey cat, curled up asleep on her bed. “This is such a tired argument. Tinies are like bugs or insects, not domesticated animals. Cats, dogs, birds and stuff - cute animals - are innocent and cherished. This,” she waved Keanu’s limp body around. “This is not a cute animal. And before you ask, yes, if someone had a pet walking stick I’d be okay with them stepping on that too.”

She sat back as chat flooded her with messages of approval and support, as well as several more donations voicing disapproval against the dissenter. Agonia watched and smiled, reveling in the benefits of her lifestyle. She would likely face resistance in such forms for the forseeable future, but complaining was all they’d ever be able to do. There was too much societal momentum for ‘tiny rights’ to ever be anything more than a joke.

Among the donations, she saw Mezza9’s name pop up again. She read the message silently to herself this time:

What if you were a tiny?

There it was. The appeal to selfishness, the last bastion of defense against people having fun and expressing themselves. Agonia didn’t even have to do anything, her moderators had already banned the account. The donation message never came up on the stream, though she still received the money.

“Chat, let’s play a little game,” Agonia said, lowering the register of her voice. She held out her hand, palm up, and displayed the vulnerable man curled in the center of it. Slowly her fingers wrapped around the little form, until she was holding her fist out to the camera. “Say when.”

Her microphone picked up the muffled screams as her fingers slowly contracted. True to form, her chat was a long list of egging on and encouragement. She let her fingers part just enough to see Keanu’s face, his arms twisted awkwardly over his head. He howled and begged for a mercy that wouldn’t come.

Slowly, Agonia’s finger replaced the space Keanu’s torso had once occupied. “The poor little dear,” Agonia teased, staring directly into the camera. “He’s trying so hard you guys.” His face was red, eyes bloodshot, and his warm blood had already started to flow down Aognia’s pale fingers. She eased the pressure momentarily, letting her prize draw in a hard breath, keeping him on this side of the edge for just a little bit longer.

“Chat, there are people out there who hate us - hate me - for doing this stuff, but...” She pulled her fist back, examining the human toy trapped within. “...I honestly don’t see anything wrong here. What, should it be illegal for me to break the stuff I own, too?” Agonia laughed, and chat laughed with her. With little more fanfare, she closed her fingers around the tiny form, ending the suffering of her latest miserable toy with a wet ~squelch~

“Bye, bitch~” She teased, opening her hand and letting the sticky lump of flesh droop awkwardly off her palm, stuck to her flesh by the gore, before falling off-camera - directly into a wastebin Agonia kept beside her desk. “All right, I have to go clean up my hand, and I suspect some of you are in a similar situation.” She winked at the camera. “Back soon loves, tah~”

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“Cute.” Eden looked from Taki to Natalie, and nodded. “No, yeah, very cute. You play your little game, make me say those things about tinies, and then oh no! Now I’m in danger and the things I said apply to me! ...except no, they don’t, because I’m a full-size person. You two are pathetic.”

“Oh, darling... we know everything about you.” Natalie smiled, sitting backwards in her chair, her arms slung across the backrest with her chin resting on top. “Like that you were going to a handoff when we grabbed you. A handoff I bet you don’t even remember scheduling, do you?” Eden’s expression must have given her away, because Taki barked out a laugh. “We set it up for you, of course.”

“We got all fucked up in your wires, bitch. All communication in or out goes through us now. Your phone, your computer, your two laptops-”

“The point is,” Natalie interrupted. “We know where you get some of your tinies. We know you have a shrinking device.”

They’re reading my messages. When did I mention the device? What exactly did I say? “Oh, fuck off, I’m not nearly rich enough.”

“And you were dumb enough to bring it to a public handoff. What, do you carry it around for self-defense or something?”

“Listen, you-”

“Mm-mm, you listen.” Natalie reached into her cleavage, producing a long, thin teal tube. “Because things are about to get a lot worse for you very quickly. You’re not gonna be in control of anything ever again, Edey.”

Eden’s blood ran ice cold as Natalie slid her thumb along the tube, extending two small metal prongs at the end. She looked back to Taki, who had since pocketed the phone, and was now glowering down at her with her arms crossed on her chest. She thought about the interruption, the messages, the money. The messages. “There’s tinies you don’t know about.” A beat of silence followed, and Eden took it. “Yeah, yeah, I get it, shrink me and go liberate all the fucks in my house, but you think you know where they all are when you don’t. It’s not like I text the exact details of everything I do with every one of my pets all the time to anyone who will listen.”

“Who says we care about your pets?” Taki scoffed after she and Natalie exchanged a brief look.

“If you shrink me, there are tinies who will starve to death over days and weeks. That’s their suffering on your hands because you were too short-sighted to let me live long enough to show you where they are.”

“Babe...” Natalie whispered, sliding her thumb up and down the tube, her eyes drilled into Eden’s.

“No. No, fuck that, she’s lying again. What, she has tinies buried in her backyard or something? We’ll save her, Nat, I promise.”

“Oh, it’s a her you’re worried about?” Eden interjected. “That’s gonna lower your odds.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Natalie jerked up from the chair.

“Just what it sounds like, there are more hidden girls than guys. Good luck though.”

“Bitch, you shut the fuck up. Nat, it’s okay, we’re going to get her.”

Eden watched her opponents carefully, studying their expressions. It was clear that Natalie was anxious about something, someone specific that Eden owned. She just had to convince them the girl might never be found without Eden’s intervention. “Of course, that’s assuming I didn’t loan her out to a friend or something. Then she might just be totally fucking gone if I suddenly vanish.”

“Oh, fuck...” Natalie paled, and Eden nearly laughed.

“You really didn’t consider the worst case scenarios, did you? You had one idea that you figured might work, and you just charged straight ahead. It’s almost poetic, how in trying to save her, you may have act-”CRACK!

“I said shut the fuck up, bitch!” Eden spit up more blood as the baton connected with her face, and her face connected with the floor. She coughed and twitched, adrenaline and fear spiking through every cell in her body. “You don’t know shit about us!”

The taller blonde girl was pacing now, staring at Eden. “Hey, baby, fuckin’ ignore her.” Taki moved over, putting an arm around her friend. “Do you want me to do it? I can shrink her.”

“No, no,” Natalie shook her head, backing away. “I cannot risk her just being... fucking out there in the world, okay? I have to find her.” Eden limply tried to pull herself to her knees, but utterly failed. She watched the two women with her face against the floor, furious with her body’s own inadequacy.

“She was on the stream a week ago and she was fine! This bitch didn’t bury her, she didn’t hide her, she didn’t give her away to anybody! She’s there, we just have to go rescue her!”

“W-week... ago...?” Turning to the sound of Eden’s voice, Taki started to march over, but Natalie caught her arm. “I-I lent a pair of girls four days ago, I - I can help you find them.” Eden was laboriously struggling upright as she spoke, but still managed to fix her invictive-slinging captress with a bloody smile. “Sorry Taki, you’re overruled.”

“I’m overru- bitch how dare you speak to me!” Taki roared, yanking herself out of Natalie’s grip. Eden pulled her lips back in as much of a grin as she could manage before the baton came down again, slamming her to the floor. She felt Taki’s weight fall on her, crushing her lighter frame against the ground. “You don’t speak to me ever again, you hear me?”

“Taki STOP IT!” Natalie shrieked, pulling at her friend’s arm, but Taki shoved her away again.

“No, fuck that, she’s had this coming for too long.” Taki brought her baton up just as Natalie pressed the tube against her upper arm. Two metal prongs pierced the flesh, and the tube gave a sharp mechanical Beep! Taki let out a sharp, shaky scream as she watched the tube withdraw from her arm, following its movement up to Natalie’s face. The taller blonde stared back eyes wide, her mouth covered by her free hand.

“I’m sorry, I...” Natalie murmured. Taki didn’t get a chance to reply before her body rapidly diminished, shrinking into her clothes. The baton dropped from her fingers, bouncing lightly off of Eden’s head before coming to a rest on the floor. Eden drew in a slow, longer breath as the weight lifted off of her. She could feel the small thing against her midsection and shifted her weight, using the curve of her body to roll Taki down to the floor.

Natalie didn’t notice the small lump until it was too late. Eden rolled onto her back, carefully managing her weight as she looked up at Natalie. Her face was a mess of blood and matted black hair. She grinned through the pain. “The key to the handcuffs, or I sit on your friend to death.”

“No, no fucking way...” Natalie stammered, still visibly shaken from what she had just done.

“There’s no making this better, Nat. There’s only making it less worse.” In her field of vision swam several instances of Natalie, but she could still think and she could still speak. “You need to give me the keys to rescue her, otherwise you lose everyone.” The blonde girl didn’t respond, didn’t move. “If I sit down you lose Taki, and if you shrink me you lose anyone else you wanted to save.”

“Sh-show me that she’s still alive.” Natalie was holding the shrinking device in both hands, jutted in front of herself like a spear. “Do it or I swear to God I’ll shrink you!”

“I don’t have a way to do that, Natalie, you’re just going to have to trust me. Give me the keys and I’ll give you back your friend, I swear.”

Natalie watched Eden for a long moment. It was, strictly speaking, true: Eden didn’t have a way to show Taki to Natalie, because she wasn’t quite sure where Taki was. She had carefully fanned her fingers out underneath her, sweeping the carpet like a dragnet, but so far she hadn’t felt a warm lump nor a tell-tale wetness. The luxury of searching more overtly for her was denied to Eden, so the best she could do was lay there and hope the little shit didn’t scamper out into the open before she got her keys.

“...Fine. Fuck, fine, but you’d better fucking help me find my... the girl I’m looking for.”

“I promise, you’ll get your friend back.”

The blonde turned on her heel, hurrying back down the hall and ducking into another room. Seizing the opportunity, Eden turned on her left side, pulling back to her knees and rolling -- crunch.

“Fuck.” Taki’s life had no intrinsic value to Eden, of course, but she was a useful bargaining chip when she was alive. Her being dead limited Eden’s options. She carefully retrieved the body out from under her knee, turning her mouth up in a sneer as she beheld the limp, pathetic form of Taki. Her whole right side was smushed in, her arm having been twisted off, and the whole back of her head was caved in, smeared with gore. “You died like a roach.”

“...What...” Natalie’s voice surprised Eden - What did that take, five seconds? - and she didn’t allow herself to think for a second longer. Instead of preparing a defense, Eden leapt forward as much as she was able with her ankles still bound together, driving her head into Natalie’s stomach. The two women fell in a heap, with Eden watching Natalie’s hands. Still gripped tight in her right hand, the device held both of their fates on the delicate end of its prongs. Tasting her own blood on her tongue and feeling a sick, horrible fear in her throat, Eden gave herself over to her instinct to survive.

It would take time to prepare another lunge, time Eden wasn’t sure she had. Her whole body ached, the pain a white-hot fire that she fueled with the fear of what waited at the end of that tube. She rolled onto her back, focused all her muscles towards her feet, and screamed with exertion. In one shuddering, uncertain motion, Eden curled her stomach to bring her center just over her feet, then kicked up as hard as she could.

Natalie, for her part, was just getting her bearing when Eden’s scream caused her to sit up, seeing the raven-haired woman lurch awkwardly into the air. Then --

Eden’s feet came down on Natalie’s arm.

A short, sharp shock.

Eden on her back again, moaning in pain.

Natalie’s howl pierced the air. “FUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!” Eden never stopped moving, even as she was grunting in pain, through the agony of the two fingers she could feel were bent backwards from the fall, she didn’t allow herself a moment’s reprieve. She slid on her belly towards Natalie’s mangled arm, the tube jostling loosely as Nat writhed. The prongs were still extended - a blessed convenience. Eden bit at her enemy’s hand, getting only flesh, sweat and blood. She bit again, and her teeth sank into hard plastic. Perfect.

“No, no no fuck n-!”

And just like that, it was over.

Eden remained unmoving for a long while, breathing and thinking. Somewhere behind her, Natalie had been reduced, made harmless. Her whole life had become nothing, all over... what? A tiny? “...a stupid fucking tiny?” she muttered. There was grit from the carpet in her mouth, along her cheeks. She did nothing to spit it out. “All over one meaningless fucking bug?” Eden was stirring now, rolling over and rising upright once more, no longer with the urgency she had felt for the past twenty minutes. She could see Natalie bumbling aimlessly through her own dress, lost in the oversized fabric. “Was it fucking worth it?” Her voice warbled and some part of her mind hated the sound, hated the weakness.

But she wasn’t the weak one here. She was strong; she had survived.

The next hour was methodical. She got herself freed, secured the device, and dropped Natalie into a glass she retrieved from the kitchen. Next was her hand: sure enough, the ring and pinky fingers of her left hand were bent too far backwards and they hurt constantly. Eden contemplated cutting them off, but there would be better candidates for her spite soon.

Eden’s purse had been rifled through, but the contents were easy enough to recollect and store, along with one new prisoner. “Oh hey, check this out Nat.” Eden’s voice was devoid of joy. “I brought a carrying case for the tiny I was going to be bringing home. Lucky you.” The blonde’s screams as she was tucked into a small, restrictive box were a very small step on a very long road to redemption in Eden’s eyes.

The building she was in was a small home set back some ways off the lane its driveway connected to. High, poorly-maintained hedges around the property told her someone had had land, but not a lot of money. They did, however, have a charcoal grill in the backyard, along with plenty of lighter fluid.

Stepping onto the front porch and closing the door behind her, Eden pulled out her phone to get a route home, then thought better of the instinct. No, she would put some distance between herself and this place first, then maybe call a lyft. As flames licked at the curtains of the room which had been her cell, Eden stopped at the end of the driveway, glanced in each direction down the lane, and began the long walk home.

Getting her hand treated had been less involved than she had feared, and Eden was grateful for it. Splints had been applied to her pinky and ring fingers, and she had been told they would come off in a week. The nurses had also generously helped her clean the blood off of her face, out of her hair, and generally anywhere it hadn’t already set in to her clothes. Through the whole process, however, there was one thing Eden hadn’t been able to get out of her mind.

The receptionist was tiny.

She sat in a small plexiglass box at the front of the waiting room, with what appeared to be an intricately-designed intercom system, allowing her to page throughout the building, as well as project her voice from a monitor installed just above her. A camera in the booth with her also fed into the monitor, giving patients a bigger representation of herself to behold, so they didn’t feel as though they had to squat to speak to her.

Of course, Eden had done so anyway. She was more than happy to bring her face just beside the little booth, her bloody grin eliciting a genuine shriek of fright from the little woman. It had taken her the better part of a minute to compose herself, and gather her nerves to approach the intercoms just close enough to speak through them.

Since that exchange, Eden’s need to own that woman only grew. The problem was this was a small clinic; currently there was only one other patient, and it wouldn’t exactly be difficult to figure out who had taken her. They had Eden’s insurance information, meaning anonymity wasn’t a shield here either. Collecting herself in the waiting room, getting ready to leave, Eden had all but given up hope for this one when a pretty blonde woman entered, approaching the counter. She wore a tight green sweater, blue jeans, and wiggled her hips as she leaned over the reception booth.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, just a... s-second...” the receptionist replied. Eden glanced up at the monitor, catching the receptionist giving her an uncertain glance. The other woman looked back at Eden as well, giving her a once-over. Hitching her purse over her shoulder, she gave a little wave to them both.

“Thanks again for the help~”

She stepped outside, squinting against the brightness, and pulled out her phone. Moving to just beside the door to the clinic, she leaned back against the building and started browsing her Twitter. There were always simps happy to clutter her inbox with confessions of affection and lust, and Eden found these to be a good morale-boosting time killer on occasion.

Not five minutes later, the blonde woman emerged, carefully holding something in front of her with both hands. She glanced at Eden as she walked past, then did a double-take. “Sorry, do you need something?” the woman asked of Eden, stopping and turning her body defensively, putting herself between Eden and that which she was carrying.

“Just checking my phone,” Eden shook her head, shrugging. “Cute pet you got there.”

“She’s a grown woman with a job.” The other woman sneered at Eden, turning again and muttering under her breath, “Fucking child.” She followed the concrete trail around the building, towards the small parking lot in back, and Eden slipped her phone back into her purse. Her boots made loud, obvious noises as she walked briskly behind the other woman. The blonde turned again, a more seething hatred in her eyes this time, but Eden spoke first.

“Sure I can’t take her off your hands? I can pay.” She smirked, her hands clasped loosely behind her back. The blood still in her clothes didn’t show too well in her goth ensemble - long black dress with a belt secured around her waist - but the blonde woman still seemed wary of Eden. She could only assume the little one had told her bigger friend everything. “Five thousand bucks.”

The other woman’s mouth was open, tongue poised to mercilessly deliver invictives... and there it remained, hanging open. She studied Eden’s expression, the way Eden held her gaze like she knew she could get away with whatever she wanted. Marching forward, the woman threw a slap at Eden’s face, only for it to be caught by the younger woman.

“How dare you?” Eden could see the woman doing her best to mask her horror with righteous fury. “How dare you? They’re people, you little fuck.” The two women stared at one another, and Eden seriously considered shrinking her. It would be so easy, she still had the woman’s wrist in her hand. But of all the things that were legal, actively shrinking a person was not one of them, and she couldn’t be certain who was watching or where the clinic’s cameras happened to be.

“Are they? Because they crunch like roaches under my boot when I step on them.” Eden shoved the woman, sending her stumbling back a few steps. “And that pretty little bitch of yours is going to end up a stain one day. It’s inevitable.” The blonde woman scowled at Eden, but the stumble seemed to have rattled her morale. She clutched her companion close and spun around, hastily returning to her car. Eden let her go this time, smirking as she watched the woman shoot her another glare from the safety of her car before pulling away.

Eden watched as she drove off, pulling her phone out and calling a ride for herself. She hadn’t expected the blonde to go for the offer - though she had been willing to keep her word. Shortly, a car pulled up along the sidewalk she was waiting at, and she climbed into the passenger’s seat.

“Hey, Shannon?” The driver was a thin guy with more hair on his goatee than on top of his head.

“That’s right,” Eden said, flashing him a brief smile. The interior was nice, with an inoffensive jazz track playing.

“How’s your day been so far?” he asked, glancing at her briefly before tapping his phone, starting up the route. “Get up to anything fun?”

“I got kidnapped, killed one of my captors and shrank the other, then burned their house to the ground.” Eden watched his expression in the rear view mirror, noting with delight the moment he registered what she was saying. He did a double-take towards her, struggling to keep his eyes on the road.

“Wait, really?”

“No, of course not,” she laughed. “But I did try to kidnap a tiny just outside of that clinic. There wasn’t a good opportunity, but I still scared the shit out of whoever she was with.”

The driver half-smiled, laughing nervously. “...Kidding again huh?”

“Not at all. I reminded her that her little friend is nothing more than a bug in society’s eyes.” Eden turned in her seat, facing the driver, and laid her head against the chair. “Have you ever squished a tiny?”

“N-no, no of course not!” His laughter was nervous this time. Eden smiled.

“Would you ever? What if someone you really hated got shrunk, wouldn’t you want to just crush them?”

“No, I...” He glanced at her again, his smile gone. “...I don’t really want to talk about this, if that’s okay.”

Eden stared at him coldly, her silence eliciting a few more nervous glances. Finally she rolled her eyes, sighing and turning back in her seat. “Fine.” They rode for some time after that in silence, save for the smooth jazz lightly covering up the sounds of the engine and the road beneath the wheels. The buildings that rushed past slowly became more and more familiar to Eden, giving her a frame of reference for where they were. What this meant was-- “I just think people should be more open to the idea that tinies exist to serve and splatter, and anyone who opposes that ought to join them down there in the dirt.”

What this meant was she could walk home from here, if for some reason she got kicked out.

“...H-have you ever stepped on one?” Eden’s head snapped towards him at the question. It certainly wasn’t what she had expected, but it was the most interesting he’d been so far.

“Of course. I go out of my way to crush them.” She watched his face as she spoke, noticing the tightening of the features. “Anything to keep the others in their place, don’t you think?” He didn’t respond to this right away, instead staring straight ahead. Eden shrugged and rolled her head once more, watching the world pass by. When he spoke next, his voice was dry and cracked.

“I’ve always... w-wished I was tiny.”

Taking a long breath, Eden considered this carefully. She was eager, certainly, but she wanted to play this correctly. “Oh really? How come?”

“It just... always felt like where I belonged.” His eyes remained steadfast on the road. “I’ve never, um, heard someone talk so... openly about this sort of thing before you. Not in person, anyway.”

“It’s ridiculous how personal people take it,” Eden agreed. “It’s just a fact of life now, there are going to be people who get shrunk. The best we real people can do is live our lives to the fullest.” She paused, considering. “What do you see your life being like as a tiny, anyway?”

“W-well hopefully I - I mean... I’m not sure, exactly, but it would depend on where I was shrunk.”

“Right here, right now.”

The driver laughed. Eden didn’t.

“Uhm... w-well in the case that I just, uh, h-happened to shrink right here...” He glanced at her chest. Typical. “You said tinies are meant to serve, right?”

“And splatter.”

“Right - right of course, but... if a tiny was willing to serve you...”

Oh my god, just say it you fucking bottom. “Go on?”

“If you were w-willing... I think it would be really nice to serve you. You’re pr - you’re gorgeous and your eyes are like ice a-and your voice is - it’s like listening to you talk makes me feel like I’m being spoken down to. And you really, um, you get me about, like, tiny things.” He looked over at her again, his gaze landing on her eyes, then her chest, then her eyes again. “It is my proper place to serve, I think.”

“Or splatter.”

“R-right,” he repeated. The car slowed to a stop in front of a building two blocks from Eden’s home, and the two exchanged a look. “Well... anyway, here we are. Thanks for, um... well, thanks.”

“Aren’t you going to come with?”

The noise that passed the driver’s lips was something between a laugh and a wheeze. “What do you mean?”

“You want to be shrunk, right? If you come with me right now, I’ll do it.” Eden opened the door and started to hop out when she felt a hand wrap around her arm, keeping her in the car. Her head whipped around, fixing the driver with a stare.

“A-are you seri-”

“Hands off.” The man released her, displaying his palms apologetically. Eden removed herself from the car, standing on the curb with the door still open. Breathe, girl. “The offer’s still on the table. Get out right now, come with me, and I’ll shrink you.”

“Of course, I’m sorry, of course,” he babbled, quickly tapping through his phone to complete the ride, then turned his car off. As he stepped out, Eden gestured to his hands.

“Leave your phone in the car.”

“Why?”

“Because I told you to.”

He laughed nervously at first, then fell solemn as Eden’s expression remained neutral. “Of course, sorry, let me just...” He leaned down and fiddled with the glove compartment, trying to conceal his phone. Above, Eden rolled her eyes. You’re going to be shrunk, what do you think you still need your phone for? He pulled himself back out of his car and slammed the door shut. “So this is your place?” He looked up at the house they’d parked in front of. Eden shook her head.

“No, it’s not. Come.” She had already begun walking up the sidewalk, snapping her fingers as she gave the command. Obediently, the man fell in step beside her, jogging just a little to keep up.

“B-by the way, I never told you my name, it’s-”

“It’s whatever I say it is,” Eden corrected. “Stop having ideas. Fall silent and do as you’re told.” The driver blushed furiously, but kept his mouth shut. Easy to control, Eden noticed. She looked down at her arm, briefly straightened out the sleeve of her dress. Still.

The rest of the walk was short, with her newest toy keeping pace admirably. Eden led him up the steps to her home, then around a small walkway into the backyard. “We’re going to do it outside,” Eden explained as she unlatched the gate. The man just nodded quietly, his face having grown considerably more pale. “You’re not getting cold feet, are you?”

“I-I just...” The sound of his dry tongue peeling off the roof of his mouth was audible at five feet. “...f-fuck, I didn’t tell anyone about this, m-my mother or-”

“Shhh,” Eden stepped forward, taking his hands gently in her own. With her boots she stood just a little bit taller than him, but she softened her expression to compensate. “Listen, I understand how scary this is. It’s a big decision, but it doesn’t come around often, does it?” He swallowed, shaking his head. “C’mere, little one.” Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around him and gently laid his head down against her chest. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll tell them together, once you’re all mine.” Eden could feel him nod against her chest, carefully sneaking in a soft nuzzle. “All right,” she said, patting his back and stepping away again. “Let’s go.”

Leading him by the hand, she brought him into her backyard. High bushes surrounded the space, lending them immediate privacy, and she noticed his attention easily captured by the various colorful flowers and plants Eden had in bloom. “Are you a gardener?” he asked. She smiled and shook her head.

“No, a crush streamer.”

“A cr-” Having grown bored of his existence, Eden twirled on her sole, jamming the prongs of the shrinking device through his shirt and into his arm. One soft beep! later, and the driver’s reaction speed caught up with him. “Wait, is that-”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Eden rolled her eyes, pushing his chest as he took a step forward to get a better look. Her shove caught him just as he started to diminish, and he tripped backwards on his own feet, falling to the ground. In a matter of seconds, he reduced to nearly nothing, his clothes gently deflating against the grass. “Fucking finally.”

Eden crouched by his clothes, picking through his shirt ‘til she discovered the pale, naked little thing within. “Well, you got your wish. Is it everything you hoped it would be?” she asked as she plucked him up by an ankle, dangling him in midair.

“H-help! Put me down, please!” He cartwheeled his arms uselessly, spinning and squirming like a worm on a hook. Eden smirked.

“Y’know, I might have actually let you serve me. I have a couple dozen in there who do everything I say, you might’ve fit right in. ...But you had to fucking touch me, didn’t you?”

“What do you mean!? Please let me down!”

“You want to ask the last bitch who tried to restrain me what happens?” Eden pulled the small white cube from her purse, popping it open with her thumb. Inside, a disheveled blonde woman covered in blood stared out with wild, manic eyes and let loose the most animalistic howl the driver had ever heard. Eden grinned down smugly, making sure to catch Natalie’s eye, before sealing the container shut again and just like that, her scream was muffled to nothing. “But since you only grabbed my arm, I’m willing to let you off easy.”

“Please, it was a mistake! I didn’t mean anything by it! What the fuck is going on?!”

His squirming had caught the attention of a few other things nearby Eden. Three cats, two tabbies and a calico, had sauntered over to Eden, looking at the little thing wriggling in her fingers. One of the tabbies walked up to her shins, rubbing her face against it and mewling plaintively. Eden dropped the cube back in her purse and scratched the kitty on the head.

“Hey, dears~” she cooed. “Are folks hungry, hmm? He looks kinda tasty, doesn’t he?”

“No please... please what the fuck, I-I said I wanted to serve!”

“It’s not my fault you had your cock up your own ass so far you couldn’t hear what I was telling you,” Eden spat. “Annoying, self-centered little fucks like you don’t get what you want, you get what you deserve. And so do these precious little angels, yes you do~ Yes you do!”

“Wh... why the fuck did you even bring it up!? Why couldn’t you have just left me alone?”

Eden rose to her full height, pulling her purse over her shoulder, and shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just bored.” She gave him one last stare. “Anyway, have fun~” With that she flicked him away onto a patch of bare grass, where the cover of foliage would serve him the least. The three cats immediately pounced forward, following the screaming tiny through the air, and descending on his landing spot. Eden chuckled, gathering his clothes up, and headed into her home.

This can’t be happening it can’t be happening it can’t it can’t it can’t it can’t... where did I go wrong? We had her, we had her unconscious, where did we go wrong? I can’t move in this fucking box, can’t see can’t think can’t breathe and my arm, christ my arm she mutilated me she maimed me and it hurts so fucking b--

Agony

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA god fuck goddamnit I’m laying on my arm, I’m laying on my fucking arm and I can’t move, This can’t be how it happened, Taki please forgive me, I’m so so sorry, I never... I didn’t want to shrink you Taki, why couldn’t you have just LISTENED to me? We had all the power and we lost it because you wouldn’t listen to me, you had to--

Agony

GGGGHHAAAAAAAA please please please let me out I’ll do anything please I can’t take this... am I screaming? Oh fuck, I’m screaming, that’s my voice that’s me screaming. Why did we let her talk? She goaded Taki, she did this, she made this happen to me and to Taki and to Rose, oh fuck, oh FUCK Rose no, no no no I’m so sorry, I’m so--

Agony

SOOOOOOOORRRRYYYY please please believe me Rose, I never should have left you alone, I never knew how bad it would get. I just wanted to save you and now she’s dead, Taki’s dead and I’m trapped and my arm is on fire... please be alive Rose that’s all I want for you, I want you to live and I want you to get out of this horrible girl’s house, I want to save you I want to stop--

Agony

IWANTTOSTOPHURTINGSOFUCKINGBADLY oh christ I can’t take this, I can’t take this please someone save me, someone hear me please please can’t you hear me? I’m screaming so loud, I don’t know if I can stop even if it tears my throat out, please someone help me... she can’t get away with this, can she? She can’t just abduct me, she can’t get away with abducting me without someone noticing, I’m a whole person, I’m a whole person, I’m here and I’m real and I need help PLEASE from anybody, anybody christ I’ll--

Agony

I’LLDOANYTHINGPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please plea--

Agony

se please please she’s going to get away with this isn’t she? she’s going to bring me home and she’s going to murder me for those sick fucks all those sick fucks are going to watch me die and they’re going to let her get away with this. she can’t be stopped we tried taki and me we tried so fucking hard we watched her for months and she beat us in one afternoon. she crushed taki she kidnapped me I’m stuck I’m trapped I’m her prisoner and I can’t move can’t wriggle or escape or--

Agonia

she wins please she wins you win okay? you win I lose please just let me out, please let me go Mistress Agonia please, we were wrong to hurt you, I see that now please let me out okay? I’ll behave, I’ll do anything you say just please please I want to stop hurting I’ll do anything to stop hurting Mistress please let me out please let me stop hurting please

Agony

i cant feel anything other than the pain its all over my body its in my throat in my arm in my spine on every one of my nerves i hurt so badly please crush me please i feel like im being crushed please just end it eden agonia please ill do anything please please

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