This choice: Amanda's POV as She Tortures Her Tinies in Different Ways • Go Back...Chapter #3Vengence is Mine, Sayeth Amanda by: MadJack   Amanda regarded her small suite quietly. It was all she could reasonably expect from a single-occupancy cabin without paying more exorbitant rates; it was about six feet across, with a bed on one side, built-in desk on the other, a sink, and small bathroom. Perfectly serviceable for a week's stay, and more than adequate for the task at hand. That task, of course, being revenge.
She slid her luggage under her bed; there'd be time to unpack later. She took the time to remove a single small wooded box, which she placed calmly on her desk. Removing her socks and shoes, she sat in the chair, and opened the box. Inside the felt-lined container were six tiny people, each one inch tall. They were all young women, dressed in a matching assortment of short skirts and shirts festooned with a school logo. As she loomed over her terrified captives, sunlight gleaming off of her glasses, Amanda gave a smile that could chill the dead.
She'd given Misery and Roxy whatever poor souls she'd had lying around, for their own amusement. But these...no, these were special. These women had taunted and teased Amanda for longer than she cared to remember. They'd made her life in school a living hell. If Amanda didn't already harbor deep misanthropic tendencies, the abuse she suffered at this cheer team's hands would surely have been enough to inspire some within her. She'd denied herself proper justice on these preening witches for some time, telling herself that she had to space out her fun with the tinies she truly hated, lest she run out of them too soon. Like a fine wine, she needed to savor them for special events.
What better occasion than a vacation to indulge in some overdue payback?
"Hey there, Mindy," Amanda whispered, knowing it would still be very loud to her prisoners. "Girls. What's up?"
Mindy was the head cheerleader, although Amanda had to admit she didn't know the names of the others. It was Mindy who singled Amanda out, Mindy who'd constantly ridiculed and assaulted her. The others were complicit, but Mindy was most guilty in Amanda's eyes.
Mindy, a strawberry blond with a perfect, if minimized, body, stared up at the comparative giantess with terror, and even a little confusion. "I...Amanda? What happened? You...you have to help us!" From the poor girl's perspective, this was too much to take in. The team had been meeting for a regular summer training session yesterday morning, when there had been this disorienting, blinding light. When it cleared, the six of them were in this dark, impenetrable box. And now, freed after who knows how long, everything around them looked enormous.
"Do I really have to do anything?" Amanda hissed. "You're not in any position to make demands! School's out, and I'm calling the shots, now."
Mindy took a moment to digest this. What...what was going on? "You...did you do this to us? Turn us back right now, or I'll...I'll call the police!"
"Hm, yeah. No. No, I don't think you will," Amanda chided, eyes lighting up with malicious glee as she watched the ramifications of their position sink into her captive's faces. "Your adorable matching iPhones are far too tiny to transmit or receive a signal. You can't get off of this table at your size, or leave the room. And if you did...well, you don't even know where you are. Quite simply, my pretties, I'm your God, now. Will I be a merciful, loving God?"
Her smile turned absolutely terrifying, as her eyes were lost entirely by the sunlight on her glasses. "Well. What do you think?"
If Mindy had been able to eat anything in the last twelve hours, she'd be vomiting in terror. As it was, she was already pale as a sheet, and her knees were just about as sturdy.
"But...but why?" she managed.
"Oh, like you really have to ask," Amanda snapped. She slammed her fist on the desk, which sent all six of her prisoners toppling over with the force of the impact. She'd had enough preening over her victory. Time to play. She'd save Mindy for last, but she needed to make an example of one, right now. Lifting her fist off of the desk, she hovered her hand over them, licking her lips in anticipation. As her face flushed slightly, her free hand slid under the desk, to her lap. She pulled back the elastic strap of her skirt, along with her panties.
"Eenie, meanie, miney, mo," Amanda teased in sing-song voice. "Who will be the first to go?"
Without waiting for an answer from her cowering captives, she suddenly grabbed a girl, gripping the screaming young woman firmly between her thumb and index finger. Retracting the hand, she released the girl in mid-air.
To those on the desk, crying out in horror, it looked as if Amanda had just dropped the girl to her death. But then they heard the telltale elastic snap as Amanda's skirt went back into place. The demented purr of satisfaction Amanda gave as her eyes fluttered slightly confirmed the terrifying truth.
"Oh, she's a fighter, that one," Amanda breathed, squirming slightly in her seat. "So. Who's next?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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