The enormous young woman smiles at you, an inch tall and powerless in her grip. "You're so much more valuable than any of the junk I can haul from this shit-hole," she says, even her cautious whisper enough to thunder in your tiny ears. "How'd you like to join my crew, little man?"
When your reply isn't immediately forthcoming, she licks at her lip before speaking again. "At your size, you can be incredibly useful for scoping out potential jobs, you understand? I can -we can get very rich, you know. Fell free to turn me down, of course, but then I can't have any witnesses squealing on me..."
Her fingers tighten ever so much against your body, and you now with grim certainty that it would take her only a miniscule effort to crush every bone in your body, to mangle your body to goo between her digits, a murder with a corpse small enough to swallow.
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