I've been living with my girlfriend Abby for about 3 months now, and aside from a few adjustment pains, it's going great! I love coming home to her flowing auburn hair, glowing smile and huge brown doe eyes. I love working out with her, chilling at home on the couch with her, adventuring in new places and exploring every inch of her in bed.
A few months ago, I asked her just out of curiosity over pillow talk what she would do with me if I were ever purged and she found me. And I'll never forget her answer. She actually looked me dead in the eye and went "foot pet."
"Grosssss" I said half smiling, thinking it was a playful joke. But she responded with a serious look in her eye.
"So? Tinies aren't people anymore right? I love you and I'd be super sad to lose you but what would you want me to do? Carry your tiny body around in my cleavage forever? What happens when I get a new boyfriend since its not like I can have a future with a tiny. I know I'd get jealous if he had his ex-girlfriend on his junk all the time. So then at best I'd either have to sell you or keep you in some drawer or something. And tinies are so freakin rare that would just be a huge waste. You know better than anyone how sore my feet get at work and working out all the time and stuff."
She rubbed her clammy bare foot on my leg playfully as we cuddled in bed.
"So really it only makes sense if I managed to get my hands on a tiny, it would go straight under my foot, no matter who it was. Sorry. But it's not like it'll ever happen, any more than you getting struck by lightning! So don't worry about it!"
Shortly after that little back and forth we started making out and enjoyed passionate sex. I fell asleep soon after, trying not to think about what she had said too much as her old neon yellow running shoes pierced my vision from the corner of the room.
I loved Abby more than anything, but I couldn't imagine the fate of a tiny that got abused by their gigantic owner. This whole purge is such a weird place. People just disappear one day and no one cares. No one seems to talk about the fact that they're either dead or undergoing a lifetime of unthinkable torture. And though it was extremely rare, it could feasibly happen to anyone, which is terrifying! Yet people seem to put up with it as a matter of normal everyday life for the sake of the overall good it brings - reduced crime rates, letting people vent off their base desires, etc etc.
I wanted to believe that at least my own GF would sympathize with my feelings. Yet here she was blatantly admitting her willingness to submit me to the same torture if only she had the overwhelming power to do so... It was chilling.
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Back to present day... you might understand the kind of feelings I'm having now, having just woken up in an enormous bed next to a sleeping building-sized goddess. Do I try to get her attention for help? But if she was serious back then I already know I'd rather die than be crushed under her nasty feet for the rest of my life. Thinking back to that conversation, she'll be looking for a new boyfriend eventually. I can't imagine anything worse than getting cucked by some giant chad while getting smashed under her huge foot. And that's assuming she doesn't decide to do something even worse to me in the heat of the moment. I've heard about some pretty fucked up shit people did to tinies during a purge before.
I could try to run away while she's sleeping. But I've actually thought about this before, and there's no way out of this apartment on my own. I'd have to try to hitch a ride out with her somehow. And then even if I made it out, I'd just get found eventually by someone who would see me as just some random tiny that could be truly, mercilessly used. That is true worst case scenario.
So then the last choice is to simply accept the end of the line, and get it over with on my own terms before I can be trapped in an endless hell of mind-breaking torture. The only way I know of that tinies can die other than old age - at least according to the government - is being eaten. There may be other ways. But suffice it to say I could do everything I can think of to quickly end myself but in this ultra-durable state knives would bounce off my skin, even a car tire would flex around my body as it drove over. It would be a great superpower if only I weren't so damn weak and helpless! But that's the situation. Right now, while she's sleeping, may be the last chance to end the lifetime of torture before it begins.
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