"I'll be keeping hold of this man for today," Bethany's mother intones, her pronouncement the very words of God as they blast from her mouth. "I think it best you spend today coming to terms with the new responsibilities you will taking on."
You turn your head to look over your shoulder, watching as Bethany throws her fork down and folds her arms. "Mother! I can look after him and still -"
"I have spoken," her mother says, tipping her fork so that you fall into the expansive plain of her palm. "You shall have him returned at the end of the day, so say farewell now and then go and get dressed."
Bethany has no more words, rising to her feet and stomping off. The expected sound of a slammed door follows after. Her father sighs, and at an unspoken instruction from his wife leaves in pursuit.
Bethany's mother raises you upwards, sitting before her face. This is your first real opportunity to examine her face, and note just how similar it seems to that of her daughter, only more mature, with frown lines cut heavily into the skin below her harsh, judgemental eyes.
"My name is Elizabeth," she informs you, "but I doubt I'll be able to hear anything you say. I think it is time for you to learn how things work around here, just as my daughter will."
You fall over as she stand up, and remain lying as she walks, lowering her hand and closing her fingers around you. You are alone with your thoughts, although the woman's heavy pulse thunders loudly enough that you can't concentrate.
Her hand opens in time, and while your first instinct is to look up at her face, Elizabeth nods, prompting you to turn, crouch and - holding on tightly to the tip of her finger - look down.
Far below, just before where the woman stands, this room seems to contain a collection of buildings, almost a town, all sized to your scale, small enough that Elizabeth could smash one with a single stomp of her foot. Between these buildings you can see people walking, evidencing a thriving community here, countless folk of your size.
"This is where the lower beings live," your captress says. "One day, all people shall be like this before me, and I shall be recognised as the deity I truly am."
Her utter confidence is staggering, and you're becoming more scared as she walks forward, gargantuan shoes smashing down amidst the 'streets', of the tiny settlement. You look downward, expecting to see crowds of screaming people running away, but instead they fall to their knees as Elizabeth passes, seemingly unconcerned by the giantess crossing mere centimetres from their position.
"Of course," she continues, "you won't be living here. You are the property of my daughter, until such a time as she tires of you. But before then, I don't see any reason for you not to have at least a few moments of happiness in your new life. Plus, we could always use a little extra spice for the gene-pool."
That brings a raised eyebrow from you, but Elizabeth stoops suddenly, causing you to cling tight at the descent. Her other hand reaches out toward a building, powerful fingers hooking into the edges of the roof before effortlessly picking it free, allowing you to see the upturned faces of the people within, falling prostrate in worship much as those outside.
"I shall return for you in an hour or two; be outside to await my arrival, for I do not wish to have to search for you. In that time, enjoy the breeding pen."
Elizabeth tips her hand, callousing dropping you into the mass of humanity below. At your size youa re not physically hurt, but you can see that she shares a disregard for human life with her daughter. She doesn't even look at you before replacing the roof, quakes indicating her departing strides.
The people gather around you, eager to see who this newcomer is. There is a great variety of ethnicities and genders, but everyone here is in the 'prime' of their life, mid-to-late twenties by your estimation. Many of the women are pregnant, and those that aren't are looking you up and down.
None moves forward to help you up, but you can hear a pair of men discussing you even over the general hubbub.
"You heard her. She'll be coming back for him! That's a way out of here! She'll take whoever's wearing his clothes, she can't tell us apart otherwise!"
Hmm, seems that not everyone's happy here in paradise...
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