When Sarah woke up, she felt absolutely terrible. The night before, she had stayed up far too late reading a book about the 1920s that she had received for her birthday. Sarah had always been enamored with that decade, and was particularly in love with the glamorous, fashionable women like Coco Chanel that made the decade so interesting. Sure, Prohibition was around during the 20s (something that mortified Sarah), and none of the comforts of modern living Sarah came to depend upon were around back then, but she simply loved the aesthetic. She could spend hours upon hours looking at old black and white photographs, of wild parties and such.
Anyway, she had been up late. She didn't remember going to bed. Last she remembered, she was reading her book when she simply passed out from exhaustion. She could feel the exhaustion setting in, and should have got up to put her pajamas on, but was much too engrossed to get out of bed. She was still wearing the tank top and shorts she had worn the day prior. When she began to pass out, she felt that familiar sensation of her eyes drooping, her arms resting against her stomach, and the sensation that she was falling backwards. Luckily for her, she didn't have to work the next morning, so she would sleep in.
Throughout the night, she occasionally felt herself half-wake up. She turned and tossed in the dark as she did so, barely aware of her surroundings. Each time she half-woke up, she almost became aware of distant, loud sounds, sounding as if they were coming from high above her. Yet her body would not allow her to wake, pulling her back into the realm of sleep each time. She didn't even wake when strange hands probed and touched her sleeping body, nor when a loud voice spoke to her.
She woke up hours and hours later, completely trapped beneath her blanket from head to toe. Which was a bit odd, to be sure. She never slept completely under the blanket. But, she was turning in her sleep a lot, so perhaps that was how she trapped herself beneath the blanket. She laid there in the quiet dark for a minute, waking herself up, and then sat up, tossing the blanket off of her.
She felt her heart drop when she looked down. The blanket was not hers. She didn't remember getting up in the night to get a new one out of the closet. Nor did she even own a blanket like this one, which was solid white and very thin. It almost looked like a massive handkerchief, perhaps made from silk.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and then looked around. The room was dark, but it was clearly not her room. What little light trickled in came in from where the floor and the "walls" met, which revealed that she was not in a room at all. She could make out long, thick bars spread out each direction around her, which appeared to be backed by a long, thin curtain. She was not in a room, but in a big cage the size of a room. Actually, she thought it looked bigger than her room, but it was hard to tell, as the ceiling was not visible. The bars simply ascended and kept going up and up in darkness.
She threw the blanket off of herself completely and hopped out of the bed, trying to be quiet. Whoever trapped her inside might return at any moment, and she didn't want to find out what kind of kidnapper had access to a gigantic bird cage. At least they had the courtesy to put her in a bed. And, it seems that whoever kidnapped her left her clothing intact. She hoped that meant nothing improper had happened to her.
Barefoot, she began to walk towards one of the walls. She looked around, attempting to locate either a bent bar that she could slip through or some kind of door. There had to be a door, right? Most were pretty wide, though the gaps were not wide enough to slip through. She crouched and tried to peek out through the gap between the "floor" and the large curtain-like fabric covering the cage. She could make out some surface below, though not much else. Sarah cursed under her breath.
She continued walking around the cage, and then spotted what appeared to be a sort of opening right above her bed. She wished she had checked there first. Sarah climbed atop the bed and stood up on her tip-toes, putting her hands on the lowest part of the cage door. She was no climber or athlete, but she thought she saw what appeared to be a cage latch near the top. If she could find a way up, she might be able to escape. She tried to climb and pull herself up, but the vertical bars kept her from getting particularly high, as she could not establish a secure foothold on them. She thrashed, banging her knees and feet against the cold metal bars, and then her grip slipped, causing her to crash back down onto the mattress. She laid there, her arms and legs splayed out alongside her, and caught her breath.
"This is a weird dream" she said to herself as she panted. "I never realize I'm in a dream until I'm about to wake up, though. So I'm sure I'll wake up any minute".
It was at that moment that the curtains surrounding the cage were pulled back. Sarah found herself looking straight up at the face of a gigantic woman, smiling down at her through a copious amount of makeup. The giant woman had a short bob cut. She looked fairly typical of some of the young, fashionable women of the 20s that Sarah so idolized.
"I'm dreaming" Sarah said, her mouth hanging open. She wouldn't put it past her sleeping unconscious brain to generate some kooky dream like this up. Sarah waited for a minute to wake up, and felt unsettled when the "dream" kept progressing.
"I see you are awake, my little bird" the gigantic woman said. She rested her chin on her hand, propped up against the table, as she watched Sarah with interest. "I hope you didn't sleep too poorly. I felt so screwy when I found you. I nearly stepped on you! Good thing I hadn't done that."
"I, um, what?" Sarah said. "How did I get here?"
The giant woman either did not hear her question or didn't care to answer it. Instead, Sarah watched as her giant face hovered closer to the cage and gigantic hands gripped the cage, fingers folding around metal bars. The hands looked like they were almost as big as Sarah's whole body was.
"What's your name? Or should I keep calling you little bird?" she asked. "I'm Esmeralda."
It dawned on Sarah then that she was some kind of prisoner, or pet. "S-Sarah" she said, quietly.
Esmeralda's hands turned the cage, causing Sarah to shake and fall right off of the mattress. The gigantic hands easily opened the cage doors (seemingly requiring no effort, which was somewhat frightening to Sarah, as she probably would have had to strained herself in opening the door). Sarah squirmed and backed herself up against the cage wall as she saw one gigantic hand descend from above, quickly closing the distance and hovering above her.
"Now, come here, you cute little thing. I want to get a better look at you now that you're awake".
Sarah felt the giant woman's hand grab her, her giant palm pressed against her torso and felt giant fingers grasp her back. It felt like Esmeralda's giant pinky was wedged firmly into Sarah's bottom, though there wasn't much Sarah could do about that.
The hand slowly ascended again, turning Sarah vertically so that she was not smacked against the walls of the cage. She found herself righted and rotated in Esmeralda's hand as she approached Esmeralda's giant face. She felt dread as the was held up like a doll in front of the giant woman's smiling face.
The giant woman's hand opened, and Sarah found herself pinched and sat atop one of Esmeralda's fingers, like a bird perching on a branch. Esmeralda's fingers gently teased and touched Sarah's body.
"You show so much skin, little bird. Are all little people as immodest as you are?"
Sarah felt her face go red with anger and embarrassment. She did not appreciate being talked about that way, or being touched. But she didn't like the insinuation that she was "immodest".
"Well, you got cute little gams, I'll give you that" Esmeralda said. "I wouldn't want anybody to see me dressed like that, that's for sure". Esmeralda appeared to be dressed for bed, in nearly full-body pajamas. She had just woken up an hour ago, and was waiting eagerly for Sarah to wake up. Sarah remembered how much women were expected to cover up back in the 1920s. The realizations he might have to start dressing like that was unpleasant. She liked the aesthetic, but only when she wasn't forced to wear it.
"I'm going to have lots of fun with you, little bird. My husband - that old flat tire - is always out of the country on business or something. I've always suspected he's seeing other girls when he's abroad, but there's nothing I can do about that. But, that does mean that I have the house to myself, and that I don't have to hide you." Esmeralda said.
Sarah found herself set down on the table in front of Esmeralda, who rested her hands on either side of her new pet. Esmeralda lifted one hand and began to stroke Sarah's hair with a gigantic finger.
Sarah soon found out that Esmeralda wanted to...
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