You jump to your feet. Like a flash you speed across the coffee table away from the giants. Throwing away your fear of death you leap off the edge and land...
On a hand? The warmth radiates through the sking.
You follow the hand up the enormous arm of the giant to the beaming face of Jeremy
"Whoa little fella not a good move" he says with a vindictive smile.
"Bring him here!" Jack booms from the kitchen. In his hand a screwtop bottle of beer "Better yet, wait there" he says as he skulls the entire contents.
He thumps over to jeremy, empty bottle still in hand. "A very bad move indeed little dude. You're ours now, you have to get used to our rules. Whatever we say, you do got it? If you don't, you get punished."
Jack holds the bottle underneath the hand you are on as Jeremy tilts. You fall a great distance before landing with a thud on the cold, wet glass floor of the bottle. Jack carries you over to the coffee table with the giants again as he prepares your punishment with the others. You scratch at the slick walls of the chamber, way up above the lid sits firmly on top. It is now you realise that you dont need to breath.
"little guy" Jack beams "You might wanna hold your breath"
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