"Of course, your divinity," Shara says with an elaborate bow, before turning and walking to the edge of Elizabeth's palm. She shouts down to the masses at the woman's feet, in words that you cannot understand. Presumably, she is explaining the number of people demanded for the ritual.
"Well," she says, much more quietly, "let's be getting on with this, shall we?"
With a hand in the small of your back, the towering woman guides you into the cage like a mother leading her child. Elizabeth's finger slams the door closed, and you are pressed up close to Shara.
"Why did you want to come with me?" you ask her as the cage is lifted.
"Maybe I just want to look at your cute face some more," she smiles, squeezing your arm gently.
Then the cage slams back against Elizabeth's breastbone, and your captor walks away from her subjects, rocking you and Shara with her every step.
"I appreciate the thought, but I'm just dreading what more of this horror show the old lady has for me today."
"You've seen as much as I did before she killed my crew and shrunk me," Shara replies. "Part of the reason I want to come with you is that curiosity that all we reporters share. I just hopes it doesn't get me killed."
"I'd never let that happen," you tell her, setting your jaw and looking her straight in the eye.
Shara is silent for a moment, her eyes locked onto yours and filling with tears, before she laughs it off. "Of course! It'll be little you protecting big me! Just don't do anything to piss the big lady off, kiddo!"
She plants a kiss on your forehead, and hugs you with her powerful arms. Her scent fills your nose, and the memory of your recent lovemaking stirs at your groin.
"Get out," Elizabeth's voice says, booming through your world and killing your boner super-dead.
The pair of you tumble out of the open cage door and watch as Elizabeth rises over you again, before lowering slightly as she sits in a chair, her forearms slamming down before you like new-made walls.
Backing off from her imposing form, you look about to see a familiar landscape, dominated by outsize cutlery and plates. Distant decor, on walls that may as well be in another country, displays family portraits looking sternly down on the scene. A door opens, and a liveried servant walks in, bearing a covered tray over to the dinner table where you stand.
"Time for luncheon," Elizabeth says. "I had the chef do you the honour of preparing something for you, as I am a magnanimous god."
Shara throws herself prostrate in thanks, and you copy her a moment later. No need to invite punishment when you can avoid it.
"After we have feasted," Elizabeth continues, "you shall remain with me for the rest of the afternoon, to get an idea of what your duties shall be. This evening, my beloved Bethany comes of age, and then you shall reunite with her!"
The meal is revealed to thankfully be normal, no shrunken people for Elizabeth to snack on. A much smaller meal has been set out for you as well, but sharing it with Shara makes it just a snack.
Nothing for it now but to see where Elizabeth will take you next.
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