"Really now," you say, standing up and dusting yourself down in her palm, "I have rights, you know!"
"Dude, seriously?" Caitlyn laughs,eyebrow raised. "You're lucky I didn't flush you when I first found you. Man, you should be grateful for me taking so much care of you! Is it really such a drag for me to ask something in return? If you prefer..."
Her fingers, those terrifying towers, close around you as she rises, her second hand lowering to the lid of the toilet, effortlessly lifting it... "Hope you can swim."
"No! No! I'll be good! Just... Just don't rub it in so much. I get it, you're so much more in control of this than I am. Leave it at that."
"Fine. You lose the privilege of me talking you through what I'm doing to you."
The fingers close, sealing off all light, leaving you alone in a prison of flesh, completely at the mercy of this teenager.
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