Wandering around this vast hard wooden floor would be unwise, you think. You know that Mike has a dog and you don't want to be licked up or worse. You gaze around at your surroundings. Not more than a hundred meters away is the foot of Mike's bed, the messy blankets draping all the way to the floor. You ponder a few moments: climbing up that blanket to the top of Mike's bed seems like a good idea. It isn't too far away. There are a lot of dangers to being exposed here on the floor, and bringing yourself to higher ground would eliminate any chance of being stepped on. You jog toward the foot of the bed. "Wooh," you say in exhaustion as you pace yourself. This is *much* farther than you had thought. You have been running at least one hundred meters and it feels like you are only halfway there. You overestimated just how much ground you can cover at this tiny size. Finally after what feels like a half a mile, you reach the foot of the bed. You lean your neck back, observing how the height of this bed extends hundreds of feet into the air. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Suddenly you hear a pounding sound and the wooden floor shakes with each impact. You turn around and standing in the doorway is a giant-sized Mike, dressed in khaki shorts, a collar shirt. You see that he is holding what looks like a razor blade. He doesn't see you, thankfully...but then he starts lumbering toward you. You cringe at the sight of his gigantic body when one of his socked feet steps clean right over you and he kneels down at the side of the bed, on the other side of you just a few hundred meters away. "Heheh," you hear him snigger as he examines something that it appears he placed on his bed earlier. Obviously, it is either Jake or Eric. Your curiosity is now unsatiable, so you quickly grab a hold of the threads of the blanket and begin climbing up Mike's bed to see what state Jake and Eric are in from afar. You make sure to climb up the corner on the side out of Mike's field of vision, finding it remarkably easy to grab a hold of the thick threads of the blanket's fabric.
"Just how are you going to get out of this?" you hear Mike tease to whatever victim he has trapped on the surface of his bed. You climb sideways a little toward the corner again, and see Mike toying with the razor blade in his hand. Just what does he plan on doing with that? Your continue your ascent more rapidly, concerned about the fate of your friends. You are three quarters of the way up when you can make out the distant and muffled sound of someone struggling. "Uh oh, my hand slipped!" you hear Mike's now-thunderous voice state jokingly. "Looks like you might never please a girl now... not with that maimed little stump! Not that it wasn't already small to begin with...hahahah." You are aghast at what you are hearing. From what it sounds like, the innuendo is that Mike is driving the razor through someones penis, slicing it smaller.
You reach the top of the bed at last, but there are several folds of mountainous fabric that is obstructing your vision, the folds of Mike's scrunched up blankets near the foot of his bed. You hear a muffled scream again. The desperate yet suppressed sound is almost inhuman. You scurry over the folds and at the top of the last one, you look down across the vast expanse of the length of Mike's bed. You can see Mike, of course, his head leaning over the side of the bed, his short yet thick brown hair framing his expressive face as he looks down below with boyish glee. Beneath his looming visage is a large text book and on the surface of the book, a couple strips of transparent tape pressing down a tiny Jake, one stretching right over his head and muffling his face, the other holding down his legs to the book. Only a bloodied beyond repair crotch is exposed and untaped. Clearly Mike has been physically torturing Jake. You knew he was a punk, but you never realized that Mike himself would act as such a heartless bully, given the opportunity. You had pictured Mike would trap you guys for a little while, tease you, show off whatever imagined sense of magnificence he had of his size over you, but you wouldn't have thought Mike would have gone to THIS extreme. You know you never would engage in torture or killing, if you had discovered some tiny people. Who would want to be so monstrous?
You know now that you can't risk being captured by Mike, or you might suffer a worse fate than Jake's sliced off penis. You begin to turn back the way you came.. and then hear a stern "Wait." A shiver goes down your spine as you turn around, desperately afraid that Mike has seen you. "I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere!" you hear Mike tease to Jake. Mike stands up, rising to his full height of about 6' tall, the same as you. He lumbers out of the room, perhaps going to retrieve some other instrument of torture. You realize now you can get off this bed safely... but part of you is compelled to try and rescue Jake. He may be maimed, but he is surely still alive. Your mind is made up as soon as you even begin thinking about it. You hop down the hill of blankets and sprint towards the text book. It isn't long before you have climbed up its edge and see blood pooling around Jake's taped up body. You stand right over him: there is nothing left of his bloodied crotch, and the entire site looks rather gruesome. Still, you can see Jake's face -- and his eyes -- searching at you from under the tape adhered over his head. He can't say anything... but you can tell what he wants. You're never going to be able to peel this tape off of him: it's wider than your entire body and it is held fast to the surface of the book. So you think that maybe it is best that you perform the only act you can do for your suffering friend.
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