You open your eye's, you notice that you're lying with your back on the floor, a familiar voice booms loudly nearby, you slowly get to your feet, you feel dizzy and puke, you look around, confusion overwhelms your mind, everything is huge the changing room stalls loomed like skyscrapers in front of your tiny body, you turned and saw the nine year old from before, he looked into his hand and spoke.
"Hahahaa! so, are you still going to ground me if i don't try the shirt??" the boy's voice boomed, no answer could be heard except the boy's laughing, the boy wore nothing but a pair of flip flops and a pair of beige short shorts, not even covering his thighs fully.
"Hahaha, well, but if i just get rid of you, you can't tell dad anything" and with that the boy took his other hand and lifted the tiny squirming woman up into the air, pinched between his giant fingers, he bent down but dropped her with purpose a foot above the ground, the woman fell through the air with a scream and landed on the hard floor with a soft thud, she sprained her legs.
The boy then casually lifted his foot and placed it above his mum and slowly lowered it, the woman were still, she didn't even attempt to flee, the last inches before the boy's sole came down on her she turned her head towards you, your eye's meet for a brief moment, then with a crunch the boy's foot came down on her, he then stood on one foot and leaned all of his weight on the foot that his mother were beneath, then he grind his foot back and fourth, mushing her even more, thick blood flowed out from underneath his foot, then he lifted his foot and stood back.
The boy then looked around and you saw his eye's focus on something nearby on the floor, he walked over and lifted Elliot up, you understood from seeing his limp body that Elliot still hadn't woken up, you panicked and begun running towards the danger, screaming like a mad person, the boy quickly noticed the screaming little bug.
"Haha, you seem eager to become my toy to, why not, more the merrier as my mum use to sa-..." the boy thought for a while, "used to say i mean"
"my mum told me not to ask before, that it would have been rude, but, are you guy's.. like.. a couple?"
The boy's giant face looked down on you and Elliot in his palm, the boy's warm breath washed over your body's, Elliot still wore nothing but the black/orange swimming trunks.
"y..yes, we are, p..please, let us go"
"Oh cool, that's what i thought" the boy said excitedly, ignoring your pleas.
"Then you like penis, i know just were to put you"
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