"Harper for the last time, she's fine. I'm muting you until you calm down," Molly snapped. She slammed her finger on the end call button and fiddled with her phone, most likely muting Harper before she could text or call her again.

Annabelle didn't blame her. After finally leaving Molly's mansion thirty minutes prior, Harper had been blowing up Molly's phone, asking for Annabelle's status.

The giantess' blue eyes landed on Annabelle, who sat on her desk. Her face softened and her eyes lit up, delighted.

"You can keep undressing, Poppy," she smiled.

Annabelle gulped, but nodded, "Yes, Goddess." 

The Shrinkee would've thought she'd be used to getting naked in front of the giantesses at that point, but her hands still shook as Molly's eyes bore into her. Annabelle kept her eyes on the surface of Molly's desk as she wiggled out of the short skirt Harper had dressed her in. She shivered from the cold once her bare ass was exposed to Molly's bedroom.

"Aww, are you cold Poppy?" Molly cooed from above, "Let's get you dressed." The chubby giantess pulled out the box they kept Annabelle's clothes in. While she searched through Annabelle's clothes, the Shrinkee pulled off her skimpy tank top. 

Once she was fully nude, Annabelle's eyes lifted from the desk. She glanced around the rest of bedroom behind Molly's enormous form. Like Harper's, Molly's bedroom was similar to her room back in Queenston. There was not much color, and it was pristine in its tidiness. Her bookshelf was full of binders and textbooks. If not for her large bed, Annabelle would've believed the room was an office. 

Annabelle pushed aside any and all curious thoughts that questioned Molly's décor. 

She didn't care.

That was her new motto. 

After the mess with Harper and the weird feelings that emerged from it, Annabelle decided she would simply go with the flow while she was with Molly. She would be the "perfect pet", but she wouldn't offer any personal information about herself, nor would she be interested in Molly's life.

She didn't care.

"Here you go, Poppy," Molly smiled.

Annabelle turned back to the giantess and saw she was holding up an outfit she'd put together. Annabelle almost did a double take when she saw it. 

The giantess handed it down to the Shrinkee. Annabelle grabbed it from her and looked it over closely. 

"Go on, Poppy," Molly encouraged. 

Annabelle was confused, but obeyed. She started to get dressed, but it was more difficult than usual. Molly had given her more layers than the giantesses typically did. Annabelle shimmied into the sheer tights and slipped into a long sleeved ruffled floral dress that reached her ankles. Molly topped it off with a white headband. 

Annabelle glanced down at her outfit. It was definitely...different. It was by far the most conservative outfit any of the giantesses had dressed her in.

Instead of her usual squeals and cooing, Molly looked down at Annabelle with scrutinizing eyes. Molly's gigantic finger raised Annabelle's head by lifting her chin. The giantess pursed her lips and tilted her head. Her eyes scanned Annabelle's tiny body.

"Um Goddess?" Annabelle asked.

"Shh, Poppy," Molly ordered. She twirled her thick finger in a circle, "Spin around."

Annabelle stifled a sigh. She spread her arms out and spun around slowly for the chubby giantess.

Molly folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. "All right," she sighed, fluttering Annabelle's dress with her breath, "I think this will do."

"Goddess—"

"Let's go over the rules for tonight—no the rules for anytime we're not alone," Molly announced. 

Annabelle looked up quizzically at the giantess. Her features betrayed stress. 

The giantess put a chubby finger up, "No speaking unless you're spoken to first."

She added another finger to her hand. "Always address my parents as Mr. and Mrs. Gates," she said. 

Annabelle grimaced. She wasn't thrilled to be in the same room as Molly's parents. They weren't nymphos like the Abbots—at least she hoped they weren't—but they were by far the stuffiest of the parents.  

The giantess raised an eyebrow, "Poppy are you listening? This is really important, repeat after me: No speaking unless you're spoken to first."

Annabelle was starting to get stressed herself. The giantess' anxiety was contagious. The Shrinkee stood straighter. 

"No speaking unless I'm spoken to first."

"Always address my parents as Mr. and Mrs. Gates."

"Always address your parents as Mr. and Mrs. Gates."

"Obey my parents' every word."

Annabelle furrowed her brows and looked up at the giantess. "Even if you tell me to do something different?" Annabelle asked.

Molly's eyes narrowed. She lowered her had and adopted a serious expression that made Annabelle's heart beat faster.

She spoke slowly, "Repeat after me: Obey my parents' every word."

Annabelle gulped, "O-Obey your parents' every word."

"Without question," Molly added, her massive face still close to Annabelle's tiny form.

"Without question."

Molly raised her head. She peered down at Annabelle with an expression that made Annabelle nervous. 

"Say it back to me, Poppy," she commanded. 

Annabelle took a deep breath, mostly to steady herself. "No speaking unless I'm spoken to first, always address your parents as Mr. and Mrs. Gates, obey your parents' every word without question," Annabelle listed.

Molly demanded, "And when do you follow these rules?"

"Whenever we're not alone," Annabelle quickly answered.

Molly's shoulders slumped. Annabelle could see a wave of relief wash over her. A similar wave passed over Annabelle. It looked like Molly the Drill Sergeant was gone.

"Um Goddess?" Annabelle asked tentatively. "Are you okay? Do you think I'm going to do something to upset your parents?"

Molly's blue eyes widened. "No, Poppy, no." She rubbed her face and sighed again. "Poppy, I'm just trying to protect you. My parents can be a lot...especially my mother. I don't want you in the crossfire."

Annabelle frowned. "Is that why you dressed me like this?" She gestured to the floral dress. 

Molly smiled sheepishly, "Yes, my parents—well my mother is very conservative. She's not a fan of anything that could be considered provocative. You should also remember to never curse, and to be polite, Poppy."

Annabelle nodded, "I will Goddess."

Molly's face softened. She placed her hand on the table. Annabelle braced herself as she stepped into her peppermint scented palm. Molly had squishiest hand out of all the giantesses. 

Her ginormous face hovered above Annabelle for a moment, before gigantic lips puckered towards her. Annabelle felt the familiar softness of Molly's pink pillows as they engulfed her head and torso. Annabelle's head was dizzy from the scent of peppermint.

"I love you so much, Poppy. I can't believe you're here," Molly hummed, her voice vibrating Annabelle as she spoke. She pulled her mouth from Annabelle's body, and nuzzled the Shrinkee against her cheek. Annabelle swallowed a groan as she was pressed against the giantess' chubby cheek. 

Molly pulled her away again, and once more, pressed her against her lips. The chubby co-ed started peppering kisses onto her body. All Annabelle could think of was how the other giantesses would have stopped her by now. The Shrinkee had really felt it when she was at Harper's, but without the other giantesses there to keep each other in check, one-on-one the giantess could really shower her with affection forever.

Annabelle didn't know how long Molly had been kissing her when she heard a knock at the door. Molly groaned and pulled Annabelle away from her. Annabelle's head was dizzy as she attempted to regain her bearings. 

"Mistress?" A high-pitched voice called from behind the door.

"What?" Molly snapped, a sharp change in her personality from when she had been dealing with Annabelle. 

"I-I apologize Mistress, but it is time for dinner," the voice squeaked.

Molly tensed. After a moment of quiet tension, Molly called back, "Fine, I'm coming!" 

The giantess looked down at Annabelle, her stern expression returning onto her face. "Remember what I said Poppy," she implored. 

Annabelle's palms were sweaty, but she nodded. 

"This is just dinner, Poppy. Once it's over we can spend all the time in the world together," Molly said. Annabelle couldn't help but notice that it sounded as if she were trying to convince herself. 

----

Annabelle understood why Harper hadn't stayed for dinner. It had surprised her when after hours of sobbing and begging for "Just, like, one more day" the blonde had immediately left when Molly asked if she was staying for dinner.

But now Annabelle understood.

"Your face looks rounder."

The giants ate around a large circular table below a shinning chandelier. Several servants stood along the walls at attention as the Gates ate. At least Molly had been eating until Mrs. Gates' abruptly spoke on her appearance. 

Annabelle bristled at Mrs. Gates' comment. Molly winced, but it was so slight, Annabelle was sure she was the only one in the room who'd noticed. Mr. Gates continued to eat his food as if his wife hadn't said anything.

Molly lowered her fork from her mouth. "It may be the new mascara I'm wearing," she suggested. Instead of eating, she moved her fork over to Annabelle. The Shrinkee opened her mouth and bit the salmon that was offered to her.

Mrs. Gates narrowed her eyes. "Margret that is revolting. Do not feed the Shrinkee from your fork," she admonished. 

Molly blinked, "What's wrong with feeding her?"

"Where are your manners? The Type 0 should not be eating from your plate," she insisted.

Mr. Gates shrugged, "She's not like normal Shrinkees, Martha. She's clean."

Annabelle clenched her fists. She scanned the room and glanced at the servants' faces. Annabelle couldn't see any of the BSA letting Shrinkees serve them within their homes, but they were probably relatives of Shrinkees. She couldn't imagine all the heinous shit they heard day in and day out about their loved ones.

"This isn't about cleanliness, Marvin. It's about decorum. Would you feed food from your plate to a dog? No, they have their own bowl. Pets eat from their own dishes," she declared.

Annabelle's face was hot with indignation. She kept reminding herself of Molly's rules.

"Poppy is three inches, Mother. She can't eat on her own," Molly said.

Mrs. Gates sighed as she ate her food. After she swallowed she looked at Molly with a disapproving gaze.

"After months with the Type 0, I would have hoped that you would've taken the initiative to gather the appropriate supplies to care for your pet. I suppose I'll order it for you," she said.

Molly listlessly dragged her fork through the food on her plate. "Thank you, Mother," she replied.

Annabelle gritted her teeth, but kept quiet. 

Mr. Gates' blue eyes flickered onto his daughter before returning to his food. "You girls have been low in attendance for events this semester," he noted.

Molly's grip on her for tightened. "I know, I'm looking into altering our schedules so at least one of us can attend—"

Mr. Gates shook his head, "It's not enough to send just one of you. All of you must attend together."

Molly lifted her gaze from her plate. "But someone needs to stay back with Poppy," she explained.

Mrs. Gates inserted, "The Type 0 is fine alone. Travis' men are there."

Molly frowned, "They weren't there before. Poppy was tormented by Bennet because they left their posts."

Mr. Gates sighed as if Molly's points were troublesome to listen to, "Travis is in the process of retraining them. I'm sure they'll follow instructions much better now." 

Annabelle wanted to scream for Molly's sake. She hated the giantess, but her parents were infuriating. Annabelle had always thought that she missed out by not being raised by her parents, but the Gates' family dynamic was causing her to reconsider that notion. 

"I hope you don't plan on using your Shrinkee as an excuse to not fulfill your duties," Mrs. Gates said with a raised eyebrow.

Molly shook her head urgently, "No, I'm not—"

"Good," Mrs. Gates said, "Remember you have to meet with your Latin tutor tomorrow, and then with the son of WheelHouse SteakHouse to tutor him in English."

Mr. Gates added, "And you should really start working on an event for Queenston's holiday party. The Board wants something fun, but they also want the party to have a lot of school spirit."

Mrs. Gates frowned, "Is enrollment down?"

Mr. Gates shook his head, "No, but the board is just getting ahead of any possible negative PR we might have received from the bug bus incident."

"Um," Molly said forcing her parents' attention to her, "I thought I could maybe hold off on all of that—at least while I have Poppy. With classes and studying, I already have a tight schedule."

Her parents exchanged knowing glances. 

"What?" Molly asked defensively.

Mrs. Gates sighed and placed her fork down. "Did you not just say you wouldn't use the Type 0 as an excuse to avoid your duties?"

"I'm not avoiding my duties, I'm just asking for a little time off—"

Mr. Gates tsked, "Your priority should be graduating at the top of your class and honoring your responsibilities."

"But Poppy—"

"You can spend as much time with the Type 0 after you graduate. The imprinting process should be complete by then, correct?" Mrs. Gates said off-handedly.

Molly dropped her fork. It clattered on the plate, causing Annabelle to flinch. "That's not how it works. We need to spend time together for her to imprint on me," Molly implored.

Mrs. Gates tilted her head, "Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic, Margret?"

"Dramatic? How am I—"

Mr. Gates furrowed his brow, "Why wouldn't the Type 0 imprint on you, dear?"

Molly bristled, "Her name is Poppy, and there's three other people who are also trying extremely hard to get her to imprint on them."

"Type 0," Mrs. Gates suddenly called out to Annabelle. The Shrinkee flinched, but turned to the giant woman. 

"Yes Mrs. Gates?" Annabelle asked, trying to sound as disciplined as she could. 

"What is your ETA on imprinting on my daughter?"

Annabelle couldn't keep the confusion from her face, "E-Excuse me?"

Mrs. Gates exhaled, irritably. "Shrinkees," she muttered with distaste. Annabelle bit down on her tongue. She was moments away from snapping at the horrible woman.

Mrs. Gates reiterated slowly, "How long do you think it will take to imprint on my daughter?" 

Annabelle refrained from rolling her eyes. Molly attempted to explain, "It doesn't work like that, Mother. Poppy doesn't know—"

"I thought you said she was intelligent," Mrs. Gates retorted.

"I—" Annabelle started, ready to spit fire at the giant woman. However, Molly silenced her quickly with a warning look. The giantess turned to her mother.

"What Poppy is trying to explain, is that imprinting is a biological process. She can't choose who to imprint on, or when to imprint on them," Molly clarified. 

Mrs. Gates scoffed, "I find that difficult to believe, it must be based on something."

"It's not."

Mrs. Gates continued, ignoring her daughter, "You need to make yourself more desirable."

Mr. Gates nodded, "You need to market yourself better. Show the Type 0 why she should imprint on you."

Molly protested, "I already told you—"

Mrs. Gates commented off-handedly, "I see why you're worried about competing against the other girls. Maybe if you took better care of your body, the Type 0 would've imprinted on you by now."

Annabelle's heart nearly stopped. Her eyes almost bugged out of her head. The Shrinkee snapped her head up towards the evil woman. Both of Molly's parents continued to eat as if Mrs. Gates hadn't just spat vitriolic bullshit at her daughter. 

None of the servants reacted in the slightest to Mrs. Gates' words. Annabelle wondered just how normal were these kinds of comments. 

"Can I be excused?" 

Annabelle turned to the giantess when she heard Molly's quiet voice. The giantess' head was pointed at her plate. Her shoulders were slumped. 

"Margret, you cannot get upset every time we give you constructive criticism," Mrs. Gates sighed.

Annabelle watched Molly's entire facial expression shift. The giantess wiped all traces of hurt from her face. She gave her parents a bright smile. 

"I'm not upset Mother," Molly said calmly, "I just want to get some studying done before bed."

"Well, all right then," Mrs. Gates said, "Make sure you to study your Latin before your meeting tomorrow."

"Yes Mother," Molly said, raising herself from her chair. Annabelle found herself wrapped in Molly's chubby fist. The giantess engulfed her completely, so she was only able to feel the giantess walking and hear her gigantic footfalls as she traveled through the mansion. 

Annabelle soon heard the closing, then locking of a door. Light filled Annabelle's vision as Molly uncurled her fist.

Annabelle looked up at Molly's face. She wore a blank expression, but Annabelle could see the sadness in her big blue eyes.

The back of the Shrinkees head began to itch. "Goddess I—"

Molly quickly adopted a smile as she looked down at Annabelle. The Shrinkee knew the giantess enough to tell the smile was just as fake as it had been in the dining room.

Molly cut off the Shrinkee, "I have to study now Poppy, I promise we can spend time together soon," she said. 

Before Annabelle could protest, Molly placed her in the cage on her bedside table. Molly continued to wear her fake smile as she locked the cage door. 

"Good night, Poppy."

Annabelle didn't move from the spot in the cage where Molly had placed her. Instead she stared at the giantess as she made her way to the study desk across the room from the cage. 

"I don't care, I don't care," Annabelle muttered under her breath, but her eyes were locked onto Molly. The giant co-ed turned her desk light on and opened a book. Annabelle could only see the back of the giantess. After a quiet moment, Annabelle noticed Molly's frame begin to tremble. 

Annabelle ran to the cage's wired walls when she heard soft sniffles, then quiet sobs from the giantess. She gripped the cage's wires in her hands. 

The back of her head began to itch again. She felt a headache coming on. 

Annabelle turned from Molly and rushed into the panty-bed. She covered herself with the panty-blanket, trying to block out the sound of Molly's muffled crying. 

"I don't care," Annabelle whispered to herself. 

The Shrinkee tossed and turned in the bed. Molly's quiet sobs echoed in her cage. Each sniffle twisted Annabelle's heart. 

She couldn't take it anymore.

She did care.

Fuck.

---

"Goddess, I'm hungry."

Annabelle looked up at Molly with wide, begging eyes. She wasn't hungry in the slightest, but she'd been watching Molly work all morning, and she was looking for any excuse for the gigantic co-ed to take a brake.

Molly nearly jumped from her desk chair. Her eyes had been attached to her textbook. Annabelle could tell she'd startled her out of her study mode.  

Molly's face softened when her blue eyes landed on Annabelle. She stroked Annabelle's hair with her thick finger, careful not to knock the headband from her hair. Once again, Annabelle had been dressed up with the intention to show no skin. She wore a long skirt with tights underneath and a long sleeved blouse. 

At least she was warm.

Molly smiled down at Annabelle—a real smile. "All right Poppy, let's get you something to eat," she said.

Molly placed her hand onto the desk and Annabelle stepped onto it. She was carried through the mansion as Molly headed for the kitchen.

Annabelle glanced up at the giantess. She appeared to be much more relaxed than she was just a few minutes ago. 

Annabelle was very much aware that her concern over Molly's mental health was beyond fucked up, but unfortunately Annabelle had woken up with a heart still hurting for the giantess. The Shrinkee decided that she would not go beyond just making sure the giantess was not entirely miserable. 

Even if she deserved to be.

PERFORM ALL THE MENTAL GYMNASTICS YOU DESIRE, BUT YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE FEELINGS WE HOLD FOR OUR GODDESS.

"Fuck off," Annabelle muttered.

"What Poppy?" Molly smiled down at her.

"I said I wanted something sweet, Goddess," Annabelle replied cheerily, fully in perfect pet mode.

Molly's smile expanded, "I think I can manage that." They entered the kitchen, where it was surprisingly empty. Annabelle expected to see servants, but it looked like they operated on a "don't be seen or heard" method of serving. 

Molly set Annabelle on the marble kitchen island. While Molly headed for the refrigerator, Annabelle noticed how clean the surface was. Being three inches tall, Annabelle typically was able to see a lot of dirt and grime that giants would usually miss. The Shrinkee supposed the Gates ran a pretty strict household.

"Here we go," Molly said, forcing Annabelle's focus to the giantess. She returned with a bowl, a knife, and a peach.

The giantess loomed over her, casting a shadow over Annabelle with her enormous body. Annabelle looked over the giantess as she began slicing the peaches. As gigantic and intimidating as she was, she was beautiful. She was also dressed more conservatively than usual. She wore a plaid skirt, leggings and button down top. It was much different from the casual sweaters and shirts she wore around the Queenston house.

Annabelle suddenly found a small piece of peach in front of her face.

"Eat-eat, Poppy," Molly cooed. The giantess held the peach directly in front of her face.

Annabelle bit into the cold, sweet fruit, ignoring the embarrassment from being treated like a hamster. The Shrinkee swallowed the peach and looked up at Molly. She smiled down at Annabelle, seemingly content. 

"Goddess, are you video chatting with the other Goddesses tonight?" Annabelle asked.

She found the whole nightly video chat thing tedious and mentally exhausting, but she figured Molly would benefit from talking with her friends. 

Annabelle was surprised to see Molly frown at her question. The giantess lowered her eyes to the table. "I don't know if I'll have time tonight, Poppy. I need to call them soon though. We didn't chat yesterday and they're starting to get antsy," she said.

"You don't have to talk to them for hours, just for a few minutes to check in," Annabelle suggested.

Molly's smile dropped. Her eyes showed her hurt, "Poppy, am I—am I not enough for you?"

Annabelle backed away from the peach and frantically shook her head. God, usually Molly was insecure, but this was on a whole different level. 

Annabelle supposed despite the entire world worshiping you, all it took was a few words of abusive bullshit from your parents to destroy a person's self-esteem. 

"Goddess, I was saying that because it looked like you needed a break. You can't just study and work all day," Annabelle implored.

Molly tilted her head and frowned, "Poppy is this because I haven't had time to spend any time with you? I promise that I'll make time soon to—"

"No!" Annabelle insisted, "Goddess, isn't there anything you want to do? What about The Tempest? I thought you were enjoying it? Don't you have a paper on it due soon? You haven't even finished reading it."

Molly looked surprised before her lips curled into a soft smile. "Poppy, I can't believe you noticed all of that," she said.

Annabelle just frowned up at the giantess. Of course she'd noticed. Other than coloring and practicing Steven's exercises, there wasn't a whole lot for her to do. 

"So are you going to read it?" Annabelle asked.

Molly glanced away from Annabelle, "I was actually considering just reading the summary online."

"What?" That was sacrilegious to Annabelle. She never understood how someone could even entertain something like that—especially Molly who out of all the giantesses seemed to like reading the most. 

Molly giggled, causing Annabelle to frown. "It's no big deal, Poppy. I can always read it some other time," she said. The giantess stroked Annabelle's hair. 

"I love how cute you get about school," she chuckled.

Annabelle furrowed her brow, "Don't you like Queenston?"

Molly's finger stopped petting her. The giantess' huge mouth released a sigh. 

She slipped a peach slice into her mouth and muttered, "I would like it a lot more if I could study the things I actually want to study."

Annabelle ignored witnessing a mouthful of mushed fruit in Molly's mouth as she chewed with her mouth open. The Shrinkee asked, "You don't like what you're studying?"

Molly blew air from her nostrils, ruffling Annabelle's hair. The giantess was quiet for a moment before dismissing the conversation, "Nevermind."

Annabelle wouldn't let her kill the conversation before it even started. The Shrinkee probed her brain trying to think of Molly's courses. From what she was enrolled in, Annabelle could guess that the giantess was a business major. 

"Do you not like business, Goddess?" Annabelle blurted out.

Molly winced, apparently surprised by the Shrinkee's question. "It's uh, fine Poppy," she said with some uncertainty. 

"Just fine?" 

"Poppy, I make do with what I have. I shouldn't have said anything," Molly sighed.

Annabelle didn't let it go, "But if you don't like business, then why are you even majoring in—"

Annabelle fell silent when another voice cut through the kitchen.

"And here I was giving you the benefit of the doubt."

Both Annabelle and Molly froze as Mrs. Gates glided into the kitchen. With her brown hair done up in her usual high bun, she looked taller than her daughter. Her upturned nose looked down at Annabelle with annoyance. 

The Shrinkee hated herself for it, but she shrunk under the giant woman's gaze. Molly shifted her body so she was slightly blocking Annabelle from her mother's view. Mrs. Gates turned to her daughter, disappointment in her narrowed eyes. 

"I sent a servant to check up on you to see if you were keeping on schedule, and I almost couldn't believe it when she told me you weren't in your room. After all, you know how important it is to fulfill your responsibilities," she snapped. 

Molly's eyes lowered to the floor. It was surreal to see her captor be spoken to in such an abrasive way.

Mrs. Gates continued, "Of course I knew exactly where I would find you—in the kitchen stuffing your face. Honestly Margret it's as if you don't want to succeed. Your father and I cannot continue to hold your hand for your entire life. You need to take some responsibility."

Just as Annabelle was about to declare that it had been her who had convinced Molly to go to the kitchen, the giantess sent her a pointed look as if she knew she'd been planning to speak. Annabelle stayed quiet.

"I'm sorry Mother," Molly relented. 

Annabelle silently stewed in anger. Where the hell was her tormentor? The co-ed that tortured dozens of Shrinkees with just her gut?  

Mrs. Gates sighed, exasperated. Her steely blue eyes landed on Annabelle. "It looks like the Type 0 was a distraction after all," she noted with pursed lips. Annabelle watched, confused, as the giant woman held her hand out in front of Molly. 

Realization, along with dread crept up Annabelle's spine. Her fears were solidified when Mrs. Gates declared, "You may get the Type 0 back after your duties are complete for the day."

Molly's eyes widened, "Mother she is not a distraction!"

Mrs. Gates narrowed her eyes, "This is not a debate, Margret."

Molly looked at her mother with pleading eyes, but Mrs. Gates was resolute. Somberly, Molly shifted her gaze towards Annabelle.

Annabelle still in disbelief, shook her head anxiously and took a step back. "G-Goddess," she whimpered. 

There was no way. Annabelle could not go with the woman who was that cruel to her own daughter. She could only imagine what she would do with the Shrinkee.

"Poppy, come on," Molly said apologetically. She placed her palm on the kitchen table. 

Annabelle took another step back. "Goddess, please," she begged.

Before Annabelle could react, she was plucked up and lifted high in the air. The Shrinkee screamed as Mrs. Gates dangled her by her blouse. She held the Shrinkee's blouse between her fingers. 

"Mother!" Molly gasped. 

Mrs. Gates spoke over Annabelle's screams, "It seems your pet is rather insubordinate. Maybe I should use our time together to teach her how to be obedient."

Annabelle kicked her legs wildly, both terrified of the potential fall and the giant woman's threats.

Molly defended her, "Poppy is obedient. She's just afraid, she doesn't know you. You can't hold her like that, you have to—"

"Are you telling me how to handle a Shrinkee? I've been dealing with bugs since before you were born—and before you start—I know Poppy is not a traditional Shrinkee. I am very much aware of your pet's value. However, that does not mean I will allow this Shrinkee to become spoiled rotten," she declared. 

"Mothe—"

"Get back to work Margret. Maybe by the time you finish, your Shrinkee will have learned some manners," Mrs. Gates mused. 

Annabelle screamed, but Molly kept her head down. Mrs. Gates made her way out the kitchen, and Annabelle's world began to move. 

Annabelle's heart pounded at the sudden turn of events. Mrs. Gates grinned down at her. The entire exchange had Annabelle feeling particularly like prey, but the next words out of the giant woman's mouth chilled her blood.

"Let's turn you into a proper pet."

--

"Head up, shoulders straight," Mrs. Gates commanded. 

Annabelle quickly followed her directions. She attempted to walk in a straight line along Mrs. Gates' desk. It was difficult to concentrate when the beautiful woman's stern eyes were locked onto her every move. 

"Wrong!" Mrs. Gates snapped.

Annabelle jumped and froze in place. She looked anywhere but into Mrs. Gates' eyes. Once again, Annabelle had been whisked away to the offices of one of the giantesses' parents. Like General Abbot's office, the décor was classy in an old-fashioned way. Though, there were many more windows in the large office. The sunlight shined into the room, creating a false sense of peaceful serenity. 

"Eye contact," Mrs. Gates ordered. 

Annabelle flinched but met Mrs. Gates' blue eyes. Unlike, her daughter, Mrs. Gates eyes were cold and calculating. Although they were complete physical opposites, the giant woman actually reminded the Shrinkee of Zoey. Though there was no glee when Mrs. Gates pulled fear from Annabelle, only impatience. 

"You're too stiff," she tsked, "If my daughter calls for you, then you need to glide towards her. No one wants to look at your awkward movements. You look like an invalid."

Annabelle was too afraid of the massive woman to be offended. 

"Y-Yes Mrs. Gates," she replied.

"Stop stammering," she snapped, "You are a Type 0, a rare and valuable possession—act like it." 

Annabelle couldn't believe her hypocrisy. How was she supposed to act "valuable" if the woman was criticizing her every move as if she were a worthless idiot?

Mrs. Gates's desk phone rang, shaking Annabelle as it did so. Mrs. Gates made a move to answer the phone, but stopped herself before she picked it up. She peered down at Annabelle with narrowed eyes.

"Keep walking until I tell you to stop," she directed.

Annabelle nodded warily and started walking. She half expected to get yelled at again, but Annabelle was relieved when the giant woman answered the phone and left her to her task. 

Annabelle attempted to concentrate on her walk, but Mrs. Gates' booming voice wasn't making it easy. Her voice when speaking to whoever was on the other line was as strict as it was speaking to Annabelle. Her tone unnerved Annabelle and made it difficult to ignore.

From what Annabelle could gather, Mrs. Gates was in the midst of developing another hotel branch in Aruba. There seemed to be trouble with another local hotel that was apparently resistant to being bought out by Gates International. 

Although Annabelle rooted for them, she knew the giantesses' families were too powerful to stand against. Consequently, Annabelle listened as Mrs. Gates kept spewing out numbers that were only growing higher. Annabelle faltered when Mrs. Gates said the words "10 million". 

The Shrinkee attempted to collect herself, but Mrs. Gates doled out her punishment quickly. Still speaking on the phone, she swiftly flicked Annabelle's behind with her gigantic fingers.

Annabelle yelped as her ass exploded with pain. She tried to rub her screaming behind, but Mrs. Gates lifted her fingers as if she was going to strike her again. Annabelle whimpered with tears in her eyes, but continued to walk back and forth across the desk. It was difficult with her behind throbbing, but she was more afraid than she was injured.

Annabelle stumbled again when a knock at the door echoed through the office, before it opened. The Shrinkee's ass was once again attacked. Mrs. Gates' wasted no time striking the Shrinkee again. Annabelle bit down on her tongue to keep from crying out, but her tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. 

The interrupter was a pretty young woman with long wavy brown hair. She was donned in a pencil skirt and professional looking blouse. She carried a tablet and wore an ear piece. Annabelle was stunned to see her. She'd been sure the only people in the mansion were the Gates and their servants, but the woman walked in with a confidence that surprised Annabelle. 

The Shrinkee didn't see how anyone could walk into a room with Mrs. Gates and not immediately become uncomfortable. Yet the young woman strutted into the office, with her heels clacking against the floor, while tapping away at her tablet.

When she entered the office, Mrs. Gates hung up her phone. Before the stern woman could say anything, the young woman rattled off in a posh British accent, "I just got off the phone with the PI in Oranjestad. He said the daughter of the hotel's owner was involved in a boating accident during her senior year that resulted in the death of a local boy. He believes alcohol was involved. I've already sent a third party with the information to be leveraged."

Mrs. Gates nodded approvingly, "Good Anita. Also make sure that he knows the offer has been halved. I don't give second chances." 

The young woman—apparently named Anita—nodded as she typed some things into her tablet. "Is there anything..." She trailed off when her eyes landed on Annabelle. Her eyebrows shot up her forehead.

The Shrinkee continued to walk, but she was very aware of both set of the women's eyes on her.

"Is that the Type 0?" Anita gasped. 

Annabelle's cheeks warmed from the awe she was causing. The staring was making it difficult concentrate. 

Mrs. Gates pursed her lips. "Yes, but she is in need of some serious training. She's been under the care of the girls, and it shows," she sneered. 

Anita's huge face hovered over Annabelle. She leaned in closer towards the desk. The Shrinkee recoiled from her massive movements.

Anita's brown eyes widened as they took in Annabelle. "She's beautiful," she breathed. Annabelle winced. Her breath smelled like coffee. 

Mrs. Gates scoffed, "Yes, but I believe the overreliance on her looks has caused her to be lackluster in other areas." The giant woman snapped at Annabelle, "Did I tell you to stop walking?"

Annabelle flinched and rushed to get back into the motion, but in her hurry, she tripped over her own two feet and collided with the floor.

Her heart sank, terrified that she was about to be struck again. She quickly scrambled to her feet, but Mrs. Gates stopped her. 

"Enough. You are not improving," she stated. 

Annabelle found her cheeks warming with embarrassment from being scolded in front of the new giant. Mrs. Gates leaned back in her leather armchair and peered down at Annabelle with disdain. "How difficult can it be to walk?" She sighed. 

Annabelle's gazed lowered to the desk's surface. She hadn't felt this small since high school. 

"Eye contact."

Annabelle lifted her head to meet Mrs. Gates' gaze. The giant woman glanced at Anita and then to Annabelle. Annabelle gulped. She didn't know what she was planning, but her anxiety was creeping up on her.

"Anita you took etiquette courses in your adolescence, correct?" Mrs. Gates suddenly asked.

Anita finally tore her eyes from Annabelle. She nodded with a smile, "Yes, as a child in Mumbai, and later in London." 

"How would you rate your walk?"

"More than satisfactory, easily."

"Good to hear it." Mrs. Gates turned to Annabelle. She announced, "For the next hour, while Anita completes some errands for me, you will occupy her shoe in order to gain a greater understanding of how your feet should be positioned."

Annabelle blanched. She'd literally just learned of the woman's existence, and suddenly she was supposed to be squished underneath her foot?

Anita's face brightened with delight. She looked as if she'd just won the lottery. She beamed down at Annabelle, her white teeth on full display.  

Annabelle began to slowly retreat from the giant women. "W-Wait, let me try one more time," she suggested.

Anita's eyes lit up at Annabelle's begging. 

Mrs. Gates snarled, "This is not a negotiation. This is for your own benefit."

Annabelle could only whimper. Anita's massive hand reached for her. Annabelle attempted to run away, but Anita was fast. She gripped her in a tight fist and lifted her until she was right below her face. Annabelle squirmed, but the woman's grip was unrelenting. 

From her peripheral, Annabelle noticed the shine of a golden pin on Anita's blouse. It looked to be of a globe. Annabelle could make out the letters "BSA" on it. 

Of course. Annabelle figured Anita had to be clued in if she was in the Gates' residence—let alone the same room as her. Still it was endlessly disappointing to see a relatively young person belonging to their horrific organization. 

Anti-Shrinkee prejudice knew no age limit, but it was a bit of a stereotype for young people to be more progressive than the older generation.

Anita slipped off her black heels. Annabelle glanced down at her brown toes. Red nail polish was brightly painted across her perfectly pedicured nails. 

Without wasting any more time, Anita lowered Annabelle to her heel. Before she even was placed in the heel, she could smell the musk from the worn shoe. It carried a heat that Annabelle already found oppressive.

Mrs. Gates boomed from above, "Make certain that you pay attention to where Anita places her weight and how long her steps are."

Annabelle could barely pay attention to what Mrs. Gates was even saying, let alone the specific instructions she was giving her. 

Annabelle braced herself as Anita placed her into her heel. Instantly, her clothes were damp with Anita's foot sweat. Annabelle didn't have much time to prepare before Anita's toes came barreling towards her. They collided with her roughly and engulfed her completely. 

Annabelle had the air literally squeezed out of her as Anita placed her weight on top of her body. The Shrinkee groaned with the last of her air from the dull, never ending pain. It had been weeks since the giantesses had inserted her into her shoe. Annabelle had apparently forgotten the agonizing pain of having the colossal weight of a giant on top of her.

The Shrinkee felt the rubbery toes of the giant woman wiggle against her body. The little air Annabelle could suck in was tainted with a horrific foot stench. Annabelle's suffering only worsened when the giant woman began to move.

The Shrinkee was weightless for a moment, before she came crashing down into the shoe. Anita's enormous toes squished Annabelle's body into the material of her heel. The torturous steps continued. Annabelle was so dizzy she couldn't begin to understand where she was or how long Anita had been walking. The Shrinkee would be launched into the air and then immediately pummeled into the heel. It was hell.  

It had been so long since she'd felt such intense pain. It forced her to acknowledge just how gentle the giantesses had been with her the last few weeks. That fact only infuriated her. They had been the ones who put her in this position—they had been the ones to make her so vulnerable that she could randomly get squished underneath stranger's foot at any time. 

She hated them.

She hated Molly. She should have refused her mother. She should have protected her. 

Anita finally stopped moving. Though the woman wasted no time in wrapping Annabelle between her toes and squeezing the life out of her. Annabelle felt like a squishy toy as the woman's fleshy toes pressed and rubbed against her face and body. 

At least someone was enjoying herself.

After a few moments of squeezing, Anita resumed walking. Somewhere in the back of Annabelle's mind—in the part that wasn't screeching out in agony, she recognized that Anita was walking in a very specific manner. The time it took her to raise her foot and lower it back onto the group was always the same. Annabelle could easily predict how long and how high each footstep would be, because it was always the same. Annabelle could also feel the shifting of Anita's weight when she walked. The ball of her foot crept up the heel when she would lift her foot. As much as Annabelle hated to admit it, there was a difference in how Anita and she walked.

Still, the lesson was difficult to grasp when she was in so much pain. Annabelle didn't know how much time had passed, but it definitely felt longer than an hour. Each time the Shrinkee felt as though she was going to slip away into sweet unconsciousness, Anita's toes would be there to wiggle her awake or grind her body into the shoe's material. 

She was in a never-ending cycle of torture. 

--

"Mr. Zhang said Hui's English is improving."

Annabelle watched Molly's expression flash with surprise and relief from across the table. 

"Oh? That's good," she said. Her eyes flickered to Annabelle, as they had been doing over the entire dinner. 

"So he decided to double his tutoring sessions with you," Mrs. Gates revealed. 

Molly's face fell, "Oh, well my schedule is already—"

Mr. Gates waved her off as he shoveled a spoonful of vegetables in his mouth. "This is a good opportunity, dear. We're looking to do business with Zhang in the next quarter," he said.

Molly looked as if she wanted to say something, but instead she nodded listlessly. 

Annabelle didn't dare stare at Molly for too long. She was focused on eating her meal with the new Shrinkee utensils she was given. They were sized awkwardly, with her fork being way bigger than her knife. Still, Mrs. Gates expected perfect form as she cut her roasted vegetables. It was difficult to accomplish when her food was served in what was essentially a doggie bowl, and her body was still sore from being in a shoe for hours, but Annabelle was determined to avoid being disciplined again. 

Annabelle was hyperaware of Mrs. Gates' gaze on her. She was situated directly next to the giant woman's plate. The Shrinkee kept thinking she was going to be stabbed each time Mrs. Gates lowered her fork into her food.

Molly hesitated before asking, "Mother, I was wondering if I could get Poppy back—"

"Did you finish your duties?" Mrs. Gates asked without looking up from her plate. 

Molly faltered, "I'm almost finished the itinerary for the holiday party."

Mr. Gates tsked, "That party is important, dear."

Annabelle caught a glimpse of frustration across Molly's face before the giantess masked it. "There's just a lot of elements that go into planning an event. I can't get it done in a day," she said. 

Annabelle could hear the tension in her voice.

"Then take your time, dear," Mr. Gates said. Annabelle could tell he was only partly paying attention to the conversation.

Molly gripped her fork tighter, "But Poppy is only here for a limited time. I really want to spend time with her." 

"You can spend all time you wish together when you're finished with your responsibilities," Mrs. Gates replied.  

"Mother—"

Mrs. Gates snapped at Annabelle, startling her, "How many times do I have to tell you? Cut with your knife, not your fork."

Annabelle flinched from the giant woman's harsh admonishment, "S-Sorry, Mrs. Gates. I-It's just the knife is small and hard to hold with the fork."

"Then cut it with your right hand, that is how it is meant to be done anyway," she barked. 

Annabelle gulped and nodded anxiously. She switched utensils as her face burned with embarrassment. She could feel the whole room looking at her. She couldn't bring herself to look up at Molly.

Molly spoke to her mother, but Annabelle thought her voice sounded strange. There was a quality to it Annabelle couldn't quite pinpoint. "The girls have been wanting to see Poppy. We're supposed to be video chatting with them tonight," she explained. 

"I'm sure they'll understand," Mrs. Gates said. "If anything, they will appreciate their improved pet once they see her again." 

"Improved?" Molly questioned. Annabelle could hear the unease in her voice. It matched with how she felt.

Mrs. Gates smiled smugly, "Yes, although she is coming along rather slowly, the Type 0 will gain some knowledge in proper etiquette. Walk."

It took Annabelle a moment to realize the final word was an order directed towards her. She set the utensils down and rushed to her feet. She took a quick, but deep, breath and raised her head and straightened her shoulders. Annabelle walked halfway across the table. She made sure to place her weight on the balls of her feet like the heinous asshole Anita did. 

When she returned to her bowl, Molly applauded. She gave Annabelle her first genuine smile of the night. 

"That was amazing, Poppy," she cheered.

Annabelle blushed. "Thank you, God—"

"Congratulations, you have gone from horrendous to merely awful," Mrs. Gates scoffed. 

Annabelle sat down, her eyes lowered to the bowl. She bit down on her lip as tears pooled in her eyes. She wouldn't give the evil woman the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"Don't be so hard on the Shrinkee, Martha," Mr. Gates chuckled, "I see great promise in her. In fact, I'm thinking she could star in some commercials for Welcome Inn." 

Annabelle shuddered at the thought of doing any kind of advertisement for the giantesses' families. 

Molly spoke up, "The girls and I agreed that Poppy won't be involved in commercial advertising."

Mr. Gates and Mrs. Gates exchanged frustrated expressions. Mrs. Gates slowly shook her head, disappointed. 

Mr. Gates furrowed his brow, "Dear, we raised you better than that. You should jump on any opportunity that allows for growth."

"But we agreed—"

Mr. Gates cut her off, "Well ultimately the Type 0 will be yours, so it doesn't matter what the other girls think. And you understand the importance of marketing and the value of establishing Poppy's brand in conjunction with Gates International, right dear?"

Annabelle watched Molly struggle with a response. The Shrinkee lowered her eyes to her bowl. She didn't even have hope for the giantess any longer. She'd seen enough to know that Molly had as little resistance against her parents as Annabelle did against the giantesses—maybe even less. 

As she suspected, Molly nodded weakly and replied, "I'll think about it."

Mr. Gates beamed brightly, "That's my girl."

The rest of the dinner concluded without fanfare. After the servants took away the dishes, Mrs. Gates placed her hand onto the table.

Annabelle looked at it, wide-eyed and full of dread. Molly responded with the words she couldn't manage to actually say. 

"Mother, what are you doing?" She asked quietly.

"Getting ready for bed," she declared. She snapped at Annabelle, "Come on, quickly."

Annabelle jumped to her feet and scampered over to Mrs. Gates' thin hand. As she stepped into her palm, Molly's eyes widened. She looked as if she were going to cry.

"Poppy has to sleep with me," Molly breathed.

Mr. Gates wiped his mouth with his napkin. He stood up, his massive figure cast a shadow over Annabelle. 

He replied, "We already told you dear, you can have the Type 0 back after you finish your responsibilities. The holiday party should only take a few days to plan out and prepare. We will take care of the Type 0 until you're finished."

Annabelle felt sick. She didn't know how much more abuse she could take.

"But Poppy gets nightmares," Molly begged, she was practically whispering.  

Mr. Gates chuckled, "Don't worry dear, she won't be doing too much sleeping tonight."

Annabelle's heart sank. 

No. Not again.

Molly's face contorted into a mixture of disgust and horror. 

Mrs. Gates spoke before Molly could, "If you hold issue with how we use the Type 0, then you should be doing everything in your power to obtain her again."

"I-I..." Molly started. Annabelle desperately wanted Molly to fight for her—to stand up to her parents. The Shrinkee's stomach turned when the giantess slowly stood up and trudged off towards her room. 

Annabelle swallowed the lump in her throat. She was having serious flashbacks to high school when no one would ever stand up to Zoey. 

Maybe she wasn't someone worth standing up for. 

Annabelle pulled her knees up to her chest and focused on keeping her tears in her eyes as the giants walked to their bedroom. When they closed the bedroom door, Mrs. Gates sighed and gave her husband a pointed look.

"Did you really have to phrase it that way, Marvin?" She said with a raised eyebrow. She set Annabelle on their dresser, which the Shrinkee immediately clocked as extremely expensive. 

Mr. Gates grinned mischievously, "What do you mean Martha? The Type 0 won't be sleeping tonight."

Annabelle looked between the two giants, trying to figure out the hidden meaning within their words.

Mrs. Gates shook her head, but Annabelle was shocked to see a smirk on her face. Annabelle was curious to find out their true intentions, but when the giants started to undress, the Shrinkee quickly lowered her gaze to the dresser. Her heart pounded. She needed to know if she was going to be used in that way or not. She needed to prepare herself.

Annabelle went into the fetal position again, attempting to calm herself. Breathe in. Breath out. Don't freak out.

"Eye contact."

Annabelle's head snapped up. The Gates' enormous forms loomed over her as they stood over the dresser. Annabelle paled. She hadn't even noticed the giants movements. 

They were both in their pajamas, but Mrs. Gates' appearance really through Annabelle for a loop. She was in a loose white night gown that draped fashionably on her thin frame. Her long brown hair was down. It cascaded past her shoulders elegantly. She truly looked like her daughter in the dim bedroom light. 

Mr. Gates wrapped his arms around Mrs. Gates' waist. He peered down at Annabelle over his wife's shoulder. 

Mrs. Gates scowled at Annabelle. She said to her husband, "See? That expression is what I'm trying to change." She chastised Annabelle, "If you are going to be our daughter's pet, then you cannot go around wide-eyed and frightened of everything."

Mr. Gates chuckled at his wife's harsh words, "She can't help it Martha, she's just a tiny little thing."

"She is indestructible, Marvin. There is absolutely no reason she should be so squirrely," she scoffed. 

Annabelle had a difficult time concentrating on what they were saying due to their proximity to both her and each other.

The Shrinkee blurted out, "A-Are you going to use me to have sex?"

Both the Gates' eyebrows shot up to their hairlines. After a moment, Mr. Gates burst into laughter, while Mrs. Gates looked down at Annabelle in disgust.

"How vulgar," she spat, though it was difficult to hear her over Mr. Gates' bellowing laughter.  

Annabelle stammered, glancing at Mr. Gates, "B-But you said—"

Mrs. Gates scowled at her husband, "He did not mean it in that way."

Mr. Gates wiped a tear from his eye, "No, I did not. I was simply giving our daughter some motivation to finish her work efficiently and in a timely manner."

Annabelle looked up at the giants with distrust. 

"You don't believe me?" Mr. Gates cocked his head with an amused grin, "Why would we even..." The giant trailed off as his eyebrows slowly raised again. Realization washed over his features.

Mrs. Gates frowned, "What?"

Mr. Gates covered his mouth with his hand. Annabelle could still see the shocked, but amused grin on his face. 

"Travis and Bev," he breathed. He let out a loud, breathy laugh of disbelief. Annabelle's face burned when she realized he had deduced why she was so wary of the giant couple. Shame gripped her. She wanted nothing more than to be swallowed into a deep hole. 

Mrs. Gates looked confused until it hit her. She closed her eyes and released a heavy sigh. 

"Of course," she said, exhausted, "Why am I not surprised?"

Mr. Gates crossed his arms and looked at his wife with a wide grin. He looked thoroughly amused. 

"I mean they joked about it, but I didn't think they would actually..." his delighted eyes turned to Annabelle, "What did they do? I mean how did they even do it? Did they just shove you up—"

"Marvin!" Mrs. Gates, scolded, aghast. Annabelle was thankful for Mrs. Gates' intervention. She hadn't known if she was going to burst into tears or curse him out, but either way, she would've made a scene. 

"Sorry, sorry," Mr. Gates laughed, "I just can't believe they were crazy enough to do it."

"Are you really that surprised? Do you remember how they ruined an extermination after they had...relations on top of the remaining bugs we had rounded up?" Mrs. Gates griped. 

Annabelle shuddered at that image. She wanted to be as physically far from the BSA as possible. 

"That's just who they are, they're just being themselves," Mr. Gates shrugged with a chuckle. 

"Well I would appreciate it if they could refrain from being themselves with something that all our daughters interact with," Mrs. Gates retorted. 

"S-So why am I not getting any sleep?" Annabelle suddenly asked. The Shrinkee's desire to change the subject was greater than her fear of being disciplined for speaking out of turn.

Mrs. Gates glared down at her. Annabelle braced herself to be struck, when Mr. Gates snapped twice. There was knocking at the bedroom door, instantly. 

"Come in," Mr. Gates ordered. 

A servant entered the bedroom. She had shoulder length blonde hair and piercing, but deep brown eyes. Although she wore the maid's uniform, she had an air of authority that surprised Annabelle. 

"Olga, please take the Type 0 and have her study The History of Gates International, volumes one through four. She should know every brand under Gates International, the dates each brand was established, the number of hotels in each country and city, and the year each hotel was made open to the public," he directed.

Annabelle's jaw dropped. She hadn't been able to even catch everything he had instructed. She stood up and started backing away.

"W-Wait!" She protested, placing her arms up defensively.

"What?" Mr. Gates furrowed his brow.

"Why?" Was all she could think to ask.

Mrs. Gates narrowed her eyes, "That is a question that should be abolished from your vocabulary. You are a pet which means you do not ask why, you only obey."

Mr. Gates waved off his wife, "It's a fair question, Martha." He ignored his irritable wife and turned to Annabelle, "She's right though, you are a pet, but you're not just any pet, you're the pet of the Gates. This means you need to know the basics—especially if you're going to be a part of the Gates International brand."

Annabelle couldn't see how the information Mr. Gates had just listed was in any shape or form "basic".

Annabelle shook her head anxiously, "I-I can't—how could I learn all of that in one night?"

Mr. Gates chuckled, "I'm not expecting you to memorize it in one night. Take your time." Annabelle's guard was still up, his words sounded eerily similar to what he had told his daughter.

As if on cue, he finished his thought, "But you will not be able to sleep until you memorize everything in its entirety." 

Annabelle's heart sank. With a gleeful smile, Mr. Gates said, "Olga will keep you awake. Every time you fall asleep she will spray you with a spray bottle. A normal sized spray bottle."

"B-But I can't—"

Mrs. Gates huffed and swiveled away angrily from the dresser, creating a gust of wind as she stormed off to her bed.

"The whining, that god awful whining. We'll work on that tomorrow," she sighed climbing into her bed. As she placed her sleep mask over her eyes, she ordered, "Olga, take her into one of the studies."

"Yes Mistress," Olga said in what sounded like a thick eastern European accent. The giant servant's eyes landed on Annabelle. She quickly reached out for the Shrinkee. Annabelle tried to scurry away from the giant woman, but she was too fast for her. 

Annabelle was wrapped in a tight fist in the servants hand. 

Mr. Gates gave Annabelle a deceitful-looking smile, "I'm sure you'll do fine. With a bit of gumption and hard work, I bet you could get it down in a few days."

Annabelle paled. A few days of no sleep and abuse would make her lose it. She'd told herself when Mrs. Gates had first taken her that she just had to tough it out until she was shipped off to another giantess' house.

But days without sleep? How was she supposed memorize the entire history of a conglomerate? 

Olga's face filled Annabelle's vision as the giant woman raised her fist up high. 

"You learn," she declared. She said it matter of fact, as if Annabelle had no other option—which of course—she didn't.

The Shrinkee closed her eyes as the giant servant thundered through the mansion. Annabelle internally cursed the Gates for their cruelty. She cured Olga for being the one to directly torture her. 

She cursed Molly for not having a backbone. 

She cursed herself for still wanting to call out to Molly for help.

She cursed Poppy for not imprinting on someone and putting her out of her fucking misery.