The time lost returns as you turn stiff neck toward obstructed windshield. A strained pain snaps between your shoulders; you lean back with refined, wincing posture. Eyes closed, a deep breath, you relax and the shock slips down spine and dissipates in a final crescendo as pen tip punctures obtrusive pouch in burst of powdered air. You return the instrument to pocket as an undeniable earth-shaking stirs below, first as whispering tremolo, then as dynamic vibrato vibrating through every fiber of your fine jacket.
"What on Earth could that.." you question in time to see your answer roll in behemoth pairs beside the opposite door. Big and black with heart of steel, one stops still and relaxes rubber flesh on the ground. "Tires?" You lean into the passenger's seat, whispering, "And where there are tires, there must be.." A towering wall of silver springs open overhead, the underside of a hefty, high-heeled boot swings above.
Upon sight, both you and it recoil to origins, and through your overwhelmed exhale, a displeased voice groans, "Oh! Idiots!" You fumble with the keys, hoping your now model sized automobile is still in working condition, but as you struggle to resurrect your escape shuttle, you find yourself taking off vertically. Talons wrap around the windows in five pillars of smothering shadow, carrying you to a nest inside a brilliantly lit cave of white leather interior.
Door slams shut, and your car is released from the clutches of this enormous beast. You rock to a stop on the unsteady surface below, but without even a moment's breath, a glittering claw pries through the open passenger window, reaching for its prey only to tear the entire door free. You fight for a plan of action as the vehicle is lifted once again and given a vigorous shaking, though no hold is adequate to prevent your capture now, and you fall onto a soft ballroom floor at disorienting degree from the horizontal.
Laughter erupts in brief steps as you tumble backwards, ruffling your suit and hair quite uncharacteristically. "Ah, splendid! Everything is progressing to perfection." The titanic woman now seated beside you remarks. You steady yourself on the cushioned earth and lift your head to behold her, all one hundred meters of her. It's all so much at once, you barely take in any detail before asking, "Who are you? What have you done to me!?"
She smiles behind a mask of shining gloss on lips, "Larisa, but you should call me Lady Larisa," her arrogance shines brighter than the gold through her ears. "Oh? You haven't heard of me? Well, I suggest you remember that now, because you and everyone will know me soon." Arrogant and diabolical it would seem. "And you are right to think I did this to you. I did." She smiles again and pivots her buttocks in place to face you more directly.
Larisa reaches out for you with a probing finger, but you parry her thrust with strong swing of both arms. She is off balance, so you demand, "You will return me to normal! I don't know how you did this or why, but no reason is just enough to do this to a man!" She looks on in stunned silence. "Well, Larisa?" you ask, "What will you do?" Larisa leans away, seeming to rise taller and taller than ever before.
She nods slowly, then grins, "That is Lady Larisa, and you are in no position to make demands little one." Her laughter again ripples through the air as she fumbles with the contents of what is almost certainly a purse hidden in the far side of the seat. She holds something in her hand above your head, though you can't see just what it is.
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