Post by Ridel on Apr 5, 2012 15:50:35 GMT -5
She had a problem, much deeper and more disturbing than the large obvious one that slept next to her, a contented smile on his oversized face.
She still shook, and trails of tears still streaked her cheeks, more from shock than anything else, but... but... Was he right? Was she, in some deep dark and perverse way, enjoying this?
She'd sort of resigned herself to the fact that no man would ever really see her as much more than a bit of background noise. She was timid, and had a tendency to wind up hyperventilating in the bathroom at large parties. Not exactly a looker either. She was not a woman who ever popped into the foreground of anyone's notice. It was a realization that had caused her no little pain of mind, but still, she accepted it as fact.
A fact that this Henry person had completely turned on its ear.
It was... flattering, in a strange and horrible way. He knew all about her, even, she suspected, the things she'd taken great pains to keep to herself. He'd read every half baked story she'd ever written, ogled the silly doodles she called 'art,' adored her shy bluntness and deplored her painful lapses into depression.
He thought she was beautiful, and creative, and funny. The kind of woman he could no longer stand not being a part of his life.
But... but it was absolutely disgusting! What he'd done. How could she even think for one second that any of this was endearing? It was nothing if not degrading in the extreme. She still couldn't quite figure out what she was supposed to be to him. A pet? A toy? She'd certainly felt like a Christmas present when he'd taken the top off her box and stared down at her for the first time, eyes aglow and grin wide. Somehow, even though she'd imagined similar scenes before, pieces of stories long discarded, it was the single most terrifying moment of her life. When she closed her eyes, she could still remember it perfectly, as if she were being forced to relive it again and again.
000
Was she moving? Maybe she was just dizzy. Her sleeping pills had a tendency to leave her mussed up in the mornings.
Why was it so dark? She thought she'd opened her eyes, but she was so scattered and groggy she couldn't remember. Did she hear other voices? They were sort of hard to make out, but she wasn't sure if they were far away or if her hearing was just as scrambled as all her other senses. At least she was laying on something soft. But wait, it wasn't her bed, and... What, what had she been doing before any of this happened?
She rolled onto her back and made a conscious effort to focus her now definitively open eyes. On what, she wasn't sure, as there was nothing but a swirling mass of black with a few points of light pin wheeling over her. Oh good grief, on second thought, better keep those eyes shut.
Anyway, what had she been doing... She'd... She'd been at home, yes. Alone. Her sister was out at work and... She'd been Listening to an Audio book (Thud? Or had she gone back to Snuff? One of the City watch books anyway) and playing Pokemon on her gameboy advanced. It had all been so weirdly relaxing, and then... Yes there had been a knock on the door. It had been persistent, and she'd thought that it might have been the children from across the hall, since they never seemed to let up until she or her sister let them in.
But it hadn't been her adorable neighbors. It had been... A man... Or men? She couldn't remember! There was nothing past that moment, and even that was hazy at best.
Oh god, oh god oh god.
She forced herself to sit upright, adrenaline helping her rally her wayward faculties, at least a little. Had she been kidnapped? She'd been kidnapped! And, she still didn't know where exactly she was, because she was pretty sure that the sensation of movement was definitely not in her head by this point. Okay okay, what did she know?
There was soft, padded fabric beneath her, and no walls anywhere in arms reach. The room was nearly pitch black, and quite warm, possibly because of her own body heat. There were tiny pinpricks of light above her, but they did next to nothing to brighten the pervasive darkness. She didn't have great night vision at the best of times, and this certainly wasn't one of those. And she didn't even have her glasses with her. (She really needed to wear them more often, but feared they made her look even more unattractive than she already was. Still, it was a small price to pay for decent vision.)
There was a steady thump thump thumping coming from... Somewhere. Outside of her little room she suspected, and it seemed, now that she concentrated, to be in some sort of rhythm with the swaying of said room.
She wished that the voices she'd been sure she'd heard before would start talking again, if only because she might have stood a chance at understanding what they had to say now. Maybe.
So, what did this all add up to...? Maybe... Wait, no, what? No. She had no clue. The only thing that she was certain of was that she'd been kidnapped right from out of her own apartment, and there was more than likely no decent reason anyone would do a thing like that.
Oh dear, she was hyperventilating again. For a second, the thought crossed her mind that this was almost like some silly GT story. Oh yes, obviously the thumpings were colossal footsteps, and the swaying was her room being carried by some giant. Haha! It was probably a cardboard box of some kind, and those pinpricks? Obviously air holes. Oh-hoho... haha... he... Why was she even wasting her time on stupid thoughts like that? She had to get out of here!
After some considerable effort, she managed to stand in the swaying room. Though before she could take a step, the whole place lurched to the side, tipping slightly and sending her yelping, face first into the mattress (or whatever it was).
"Oop! Sounds like she's awake." Said a male voice from... somewhere. She froze, listening carefully, eyes wide and heart racing.
"Better be more careful then! He's not going to be happy if she's hurt."
"Alright, I know."
Something was in her throat. Some huge lump that could very well have been her heart. Oh lord, oh gosh, oh no frickin way. Who was he? Who the CRAP was HE?!
There was a loud clonking sound, and, why did she imagine it was a gigantic wooden door? It sounded like one, and... why was her mind persisting in this GT train of thought?
Oh god oh god they were moving again! Just a few steps (yes, she'd taken to thinking of them as steps) forward, and then there was a slow but surprising sense of downward movement. She couldn't help the small yelp that escaped as her box (room! No, it was a room!) was put down...? it settled on something, anyway. And then the voices were back.
"There we go. All set. So, where is he anyway? I thought he would have been here wearing a whole in the floor."
"Nah, he's in a meeting. Still, he knew she was arriving this afternoon. He must be going out of his mind."
"Well, if he was here I'm sure he would have treated us to a bit of scotch for a job well done!" There was a sound from outside that could only be the chink of an expensive decanter being upended over two glasses.
"Actually, I'm pretty sure that if he were here he'd be shooing us out, the sooner to play with his new toy."
Ohgodohgod, she was going to throw up! She actually was! She put a trembling hand over her mouth and tried to calm her shattered nerves.
"Can't say I really understand the appeal," Said the first voice. "but I'm not about to complain. Rich folks are supposed to be eccentric."
"I think this is about as eccentric as you can get... Hey Geoff, this isn't like... wrong, is it?"
There was a sloshing of liquid, which might have been Geoff, the older and gruffer sounding of the two, taking a sip of scotch.
"A bit late to be worrying about that, Laurence. But to put your mind at ease, no. We haven't broken any laws. Officially, they have no rights."
"I know all that, but I mean... Did you see her apartment? She's just like any regular girl."
"Ah," said Geoff knowingly. "You're talking morals. Bad time to grow a set of those. No, what we did may not be what many consider 'morally correct.' But we're rich, and legally pure as saints. So I wouldn't worry about it."
Suddenly there was a burst of sound, as if someone had slammed open the door and come bounding into the room, closing it quickly behind them.
"Sorry for the wait gentlemen! You would not believe the kinds of business proposals I'm forced to sit through. Hours of absolute nonsense, except boring. Is that her?"
She hugged herself tightly as the newcomer, the one who had apparently financed her abduction, bounced closer, voice positively buzzing with excitement.
"Yes sir, very clean operation. No fuss at all." Said Geoff.
"Excellent! Very good work you two! You'll find the money in your accounts as soon as I've verified the goods. Is... Is she still sleeping, or...?"
"Uh, we think that she might have woken up just before we got here, but we're not sure." Piped up Laurence. She wished she was sleeping. Why couldn't this all be some horrible dream? Something she could wake up from and record in her dream diary so she could move on?
The new speaker continued, seemingly short of breath. "Okay right, so she might or might not have heard all of this. No matter! I'm sure I can work with that. Well! Hate to be a bad host gentlemen, but I've got some work to take care of. You remember the way out?"
"Of course sir, pleasure doing business with you." Said Geoff, a smile in his voice. The two men left the room, and she felt a horrible, inevitable sinking feeling. Now it was just her and the stranger. What did he want with her? Why HER?? Perhaps she'd just been kidnapped randomly. What was all of this? Oh god why couldn't she just wake up!
There was more shifting and shuffling as the man seemed to sit down. "Oh, this is Christmas." he muttered excitedly, rubbing his hands together. And then...
In a moment, as hot numbing terror poured through her head and down her spine like boiling water, she was forced to realize that she, and most of the GT community which she so loved, had grossly underestimated the paralyzing horror that came during the first face to face meeting with a giant.
The man peered into the box, a look of unbridled glee on his face as he took in the sight of her. He was so impossibly big, and she was so pathetically tiny, and, oh god, she was completely at his mercy. There was nothing, nothing that she could do to protect herself. She was a toy, she was nothing. She wanted to scream, but her windpipe was clenched so tightly it hurt. And then, after what felt like miniature eternity, he spoke.
"Oh wow," he said through a grin that refused to wilt when she whimpered in fear. "It's... really you then, isn't it?"
If she'd been writing this as a story, she had no doubt that her heroin would have had some semi witty repartee to dish out, like, "I dunno, who exactly are you expecting?" Or "Oh yes, I'm definitely me, always! I think the question here is, who are you?" As it was, she barely managed to pull her legs closer to her chest and continue to stare up at the terrible stranger.
He was older than her. Much older. Maybe in his late thirties or early forties. He had square glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and while not heavy set, had a sort of square jaw line. His light hair looked like it had been recently tamed into a professional style, but was now starting to spring back into its usual, untampered with state. Good grief, he was, in all important respects, the live action equivalent of most of her recent drawings! This was so messed up.
He shook his head absently, grin still dominating his features. "Of course it's you, what am I saying, I recognize you from the pictures. Now then!"
Either he was moving slowly and with exaggerated care, or her senses, kicked into overdrive by spiking adrenalin, were presenting the world to her in slow motion so she could take in every awful detail. His hands, too big, too dangerous, suddenly came into view as he lowered them into her box, reaching for her, about to grab hold and pull her into the air, whether she wanted them to or not. She couldn't help it. Normally she was not much of a screamer. She made odd whimpering noises when she was really scared, which her friends rightly teased her about- for they were fairly amusing- but she'd only ever managed a proper scream once in her life- On a rollercoaster at Canada's Wonderland, if you must know.
It was an explosion of sound. It felt as if it were shredding her inside as it tore up from her chest and out her mouth. It was the perfect audial embodiment of terror absolute. Her mind was somewhere hiding behind the sofa as the scream took control. The hands stopped, even recoiled a bit, uncertain, until the scream died away for lack of oxygen.
After a few seconds, wherein the stranger seemed to find his nerve again, he chuckled softly. "No need for any of that, sweet heart. You're safe with me. Promise."
His hands once again descended, sending her into another fit of incoherent sobbed gibering on the theme of "Stop, stopstop! Please please, wait no just do-NO!"
A finger, roughly a foot in diameter, brushed against her gently, a joint digging into her back, not painfully, but just enough to notice. It had anything but a calming effect.
"Shh shh, don't worry, it's alright. Ha, I would have thought that you of all people would have taken this all a bit better, what with all the GT you write is what I mean. But... Well, I suppose it's only natural. You have just been kidnapped and all. Well, acquired anyway. I was hoping you'd still be under when you arrived so I could have had a chance to set things up a bit more for you. But life is full of these little hiccups, isn't it? No matter! A fairly rocky start, but I have faith in you to adapt pretty quickly. I think you'll find that we'll have a lot of fun together, you and me. Just need to get your legs back under you."
Eyes screwed tight, and sweat streaming down her forehead, she finally managed to speak a complete sentence.
"W-w-who are you? W-why am I h-hear?" The stranger, apparently too excited by the prospect of having her there, or simply tactless, answered with that same barely controlled excitement that had never quite left him during the short time since they'd met.
"Oh yes of course. You don't know me, obviously, but I am a huge fan of yours! Uh, no pun intended."
He rested his chin on his right hand and stared down at her with an adoring, proprietorial look in his eyes.
"See, I like GT too. Always found the idea of tiny people and places strangely attractive. Not many here share my interest in miniatures, but I'm rich and eccentric and, with a bit of work, managed to get access to the internet! No mean feat for one of us, let me tell you. So yes, long story short, found your art, found your stories, loved your work, aaand wanted to have you about the place! Got loads of things set up for you! Lots of clothes, a big house, not that you'll be sleeping there much. I've actually trained myself not to move at all when I sleep, so you'll be sharing my pillow a lot."
It was back, that sick feeling. She was going to puke if she opened her mouth, she just knew it, but she had to say something. This man was insane!
"A-are you CRAZY?!" She shouted in horror. "Y-you have everything set up? You expect me to sleep on your pillow at night? I-I-I'm a girl! I'm not a toy! Why would you do this?! I want to go home!" It was, again, definitely not what she would have written. But she was far from being the confident and cool headed character she liked to pretend she was. And she was crying again. She was too wound up to care in the least about how pathetic she was being.
"I know, I know that, sorry. But look, you are home now! Just think! This is exactly like one of your stories! As soon as you calm down, I know you'll really enjoy this. Hey, you'll even thank me for taking you out of your boring, everyday life. No more customer service! No more students to teach! An endless bounty of art supplies, and, if I may say so, a rather dashing bespectacled giant to completely dote on you! And me? I get a beautiful, intelligent tiny to play with. It's a win win all around!"
She didn't have time to process much of what he'd just said, as that was the moment he could no longer control himself, and plucked her from the box. "AAAAAAaaaAAAAH!" She shrieked as the padded surface disappeared from below her and she was lifted closer to, and pressed against the strangers rough cheek.
"Oh, you and me, Ridel. This is going to be absolutely brilliant."
She still shook, and trails of tears still streaked her cheeks, more from shock than anything else, but... but... Was he right? Was she, in some deep dark and perverse way, enjoying this?
She'd sort of resigned herself to the fact that no man would ever really see her as much more than a bit of background noise. She was timid, and had a tendency to wind up hyperventilating in the bathroom at large parties. Not exactly a looker either. She was not a woman who ever popped into the foreground of anyone's notice. It was a realization that had caused her no little pain of mind, but still, she accepted it as fact.
A fact that this Henry person had completely turned on its ear.
It was... flattering, in a strange and horrible way. He knew all about her, even, she suspected, the things she'd taken great pains to keep to herself. He'd read every half baked story she'd ever written, ogled the silly doodles she called 'art,' adored her shy bluntness and deplored her painful lapses into depression.
He thought she was beautiful, and creative, and funny. The kind of woman he could no longer stand not being a part of his life.
But... but it was absolutely disgusting! What he'd done. How could she even think for one second that any of this was endearing? It was nothing if not degrading in the extreme. She still couldn't quite figure out what she was supposed to be to him. A pet? A toy? She'd certainly felt like a Christmas present when he'd taken the top off her box and stared down at her for the first time, eyes aglow and grin wide. Somehow, even though she'd imagined similar scenes before, pieces of stories long discarded, it was the single most terrifying moment of her life. When she closed her eyes, she could still remember it perfectly, as if she were being forced to relive it again and again.
000
Was she moving? Maybe she was just dizzy. Her sleeping pills had a tendency to leave her mussed up in the mornings.
Why was it so dark? She thought she'd opened her eyes, but she was so scattered and groggy she couldn't remember. Did she hear other voices? They were sort of hard to make out, but she wasn't sure if they were far away or if her hearing was just as scrambled as all her other senses. At least she was laying on something soft. But wait, it wasn't her bed, and... What, what had she been doing before any of this happened?
She rolled onto her back and made a conscious effort to focus her now definitively open eyes. On what, she wasn't sure, as there was nothing but a swirling mass of black with a few points of light pin wheeling over her. Oh good grief, on second thought, better keep those eyes shut.
Anyway, what had she been doing... She'd... She'd been at home, yes. Alone. Her sister was out at work and... She'd been Listening to an Audio book (Thud? Or had she gone back to Snuff? One of the City watch books anyway) and playing Pokemon on her gameboy advanced. It had all been so weirdly relaxing, and then... Yes there had been a knock on the door. It had been persistent, and she'd thought that it might have been the children from across the hall, since they never seemed to let up until she or her sister let them in.
But it hadn't been her adorable neighbors. It had been... A man... Or men? She couldn't remember! There was nothing past that moment, and even that was hazy at best.
Oh god, oh god oh god.
She forced herself to sit upright, adrenaline helping her rally her wayward faculties, at least a little. Had she been kidnapped? She'd been kidnapped! And, she still didn't know where exactly she was, because she was pretty sure that the sensation of movement was definitely not in her head by this point. Okay okay, what did she know?
There was soft, padded fabric beneath her, and no walls anywhere in arms reach. The room was nearly pitch black, and quite warm, possibly because of her own body heat. There were tiny pinpricks of light above her, but they did next to nothing to brighten the pervasive darkness. She didn't have great night vision at the best of times, and this certainly wasn't one of those. And she didn't even have her glasses with her. (She really needed to wear them more often, but feared they made her look even more unattractive than she already was. Still, it was a small price to pay for decent vision.)
There was a steady thump thump thumping coming from... Somewhere. Outside of her little room she suspected, and it seemed, now that she concentrated, to be in some sort of rhythm with the swaying of said room.
She wished that the voices she'd been sure she'd heard before would start talking again, if only because she might have stood a chance at understanding what they had to say now. Maybe.
So, what did this all add up to...? Maybe... Wait, no, what? No. She had no clue. The only thing that she was certain of was that she'd been kidnapped right from out of her own apartment, and there was more than likely no decent reason anyone would do a thing like that.
Oh dear, she was hyperventilating again. For a second, the thought crossed her mind that this was almost like some silly GT story. Oh yes, obviously the thumpings were colossal footsteps, and the swaying was her room being carried by some giant. Haha! It was probably a cardboard box of some kind, and those pinpricks? Obviously air holes. Oh-hoho... haha... he... Why was she even wasting her time on stupid thoughts like that? She had to get out of here!
After some considerable effort, she managed to stand in the swaying room. Though before she could take a step, the whole place lurched to the side, tipping slightly and sending her yelping, face first into the mattress (or whatever it was).
"Oop! Sounds like she's awake." Said a male voice from... somewhere. She froze, listening carefully, eyes wide and heart racing.
"Better be more careful then! He's not going to be happy if she's hurt."
"Alright, I know."
Something was in her throat. Some huge lump that could very well have been her heart. Oh lord, oh gosh, oh no frickin way. Who was he? Who the CRAP was HE?!
There was a loud clonking sound, and, why did she imagine it was a gigantic wooden door? It sounded like one, and... why was her mind persisting in this GT train of thought?
Oh god oh god they were moving again! Just a few steps (yes, she'd taken to thinking of them as steps) forward, and then there was a slow but surprising sense of downward movement. She couldn't help the small yelp that escaped as her box (room! No, it was a room!) was put down...? it settled on something, anyway. And then the voices were back.
"There we go. All set. So, where is he anyway? I thought he would have been here wearing a whole in the floor."
"Nah, he's in a meeting. Still, he knew she was arriving this afternoon. He must be going out of his mind."
"Well, if he was here I'm sure he would have treated us to a bit of scotch for a job well done!" There was a sound from outside that could only be the chink of an expensive decanter being upended over two glasses.
"Actually, I'm pretty sure that if he were here he'd be shooing us out, the sooner to play with his new toy."
Ohgodohgod, she was going to throw up! She actually was! She put a trembling hand over her mouth and tried to calm her shattered nerves.
"Can't say I really understand the appeal," Said the first voice. "but I'm not about to complain. Rich folks are supposed to be eccentric."
"I think this is about as eccentric as you can get... Hey Geoff, this isn't like... wrong, is it?"
There was a sloshing of liquid, which might have been Geoff, the older and gruffer sounding of the two, taking a sip of scotch.
"A bit late to be worrying about that, Laurence. But to put your mind at ease, no. We haven't broken any laws. Officially, they have no rights."
"I know all that, but I mean... Did you see her apartment? She's just like any regular girl."
"Ah," said Geoff knowingly. "You're talking morals. Bad time to grow a set of those. No, what we did may not be what many consider 'morally correct.' But we're rich, and legally pure as saints. So I wouldn't worry about it."
Suddenly there was a burst of sound, as if someone had slammed open the door and come bounding into the room, closing it quickly behind them.
"Sorry for the wait gentlemen! You would not believe the kinds of business proposals I'm forced to sit through. Hours of absolute nonsense, except boring. Is that her?"
She hugged herself tightly as the newcomer, the one who had apparently financed her abduction, bounced closer, voice positively buzzing with excitement.
"Yes sir, very clean operation. No fuss at all." Said Geoff.
"Excellent! Very good work you two! You'll find the money in your accounts as soon as I've verified the goods. Is... Is she still sleeping, or...?"
"Uh, we think that she might have woken up just before we got here, but we're not sure." Piped up Laurence. She wished she was sleeping. Why couldn't this all be some horrible dream? Something she could wake up from and record in her dream diary so she could move on?
The new speaker continued, seemingly short of breath. "Okay right, so she might or might not have heard all of this. No matter! I'm sure I can work with that. Well! Hate to be a bad host gentlemen, but I've got some work to take care of. You remember the way out?"
"Of course sir, pleasure doing business with you." Said Geoff, a smile in his voice. The two men left the room, and she felt a horrible, inevitable sinking feeling. Now it was just her and the stranger. What did he want with her? Why HER?? Perhaps she'd just been kidnapped randomly. What was all of this? Oh god why couldn't she just wake up!
There was more shifting and shuffling as the man seemed to sit down. "Oh, this is Christmas." he muttered excitedly, rubbing his hands together. And then...
In a moment, as hot numbing terror poured through her head and down her spine like boiling water, she was forced to realize that she, and most of the GT community which she so loved, had grossly underestimated the paralyzing horror that came during the first face to face meeting with a giant.
The man peered into the box, a look of unbridled glee on his face as he took in the sight of her. He was so impossibly big, and she was so pathetically tiny, and, oh god, she was completely at his mercy. There was nothing, nothing that she could do to protect herself. She was a toy, she was nothing. She wanted to scream, but her windpipe was clenched so tightly it hurt. And then, after what felt like miniature eternity, he spoke.
"Oh wow," he said through a grin that refused to wilt when she whimpered in fear. "It's... really you then, isn't it?"
If she'd been writing this as a story, she had no doubt that her heroin would have had some semi witty repartee to dish out, like, "I dunno, who exactly are you expecting?" Or "Oh yes, I'm definitely me, always! I think the question here is, who are you?" As it was, she barely managed to pull her legs closer to her chest and continue to stare up at the terrible stranger.
He was older than her. Much older. Maybe in his late thirties or early forties. He had square glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and while not heavy set, had a sort of square jaw line. His light hair looked like it had been recently tamed into a professional style, but was now starting to spring back into its usual, untampered with state. Good grief, he was, in all important respects, the live action equivalent of most of her recent drawings! This was so messed up.
He shook his head absently, grin still dominating his features. "Of course it's you, what am I saying, I recognize you from the pictures. Now then!"
Either he was moving slowly and with exaggerated care, or her senses, kicked into overdrive by spiking adrenalin, were presenting the world to her in slow motion so she could take in every awful detail. His hands, too big, too dangerous, suddenly came into view as he lowered them into her box, reaching for her, about to grab hold and pull her into the air, whether she wanted them to or not. She couldn't help it. Normally she was not much of a screamer. She made odd whimpering noises when she was really scared, which her friends rightly teased her about- for they were fairly amusing- but she'd only ever managed a proper scream once in her life- On a rollercoaster at Canada's Wonderland, if you must know.
It was an explosion of sound. It felt as if it were shredding her inside as it tore up from her chest and out her mouth. It was the perfect audial embodiment of terror absolute. Her mind was somewhere hiding behind the sofa as the scream took control. The hands stopped, even recoiled a bit, uncertain, until the scream died away for lack of oxygen.
After a few seconds, wherein the stranger seemed to find his nerve again, he chuckled softly. "No need for any of that, sweet heart. You're safe with me. Promise."
His hands once again descended, sending her into another fit of incoherent sobbed gibering on the theme of "Stop, stopstop! Please please, wait no just do-NO!"
A finger, roughly a foot in diameter, brushed against her gently, a joint digging into her back, not painfully, but just enough to notice. It had anything but a calming effect.
"Shh shh, don't worry, it's alright. Ha, I would have thought that you of all people would have taken this all a bit better, what with all the GT you write is what I mean. But... Well, I suppose it's only natural. You have just been kidnapped and all. Well, acquired anyway. I was hoping you'd still be under when you arrived so I could have had a chance to set things up a bit more for you. But life is full of these little hiccups, isn't it? No matter! A fairly rocky start, but I have faith in you to adapt pretty quickly. I think you'll find that we'll have a lot of fun together, you and me. Just need to get your legs back under you."
Eyes screwed tight, and sweat streaming down her forehead, she finally managed to speak a complete sentence.
"W-w-who are you? W-why am I h-hear?" The stranger, apparently too excited by the prospect of having her there, or simply tactless, answered with that same barely controlled excitement that had never quite left him during the short time since they'd met.
"Oh yes of course. You don't know me, obviously, but I am a huge fan of yours! Uh, no pun intended."
He rested his chin on his right hand and stared down at her with an adoring, proprietorial look in his eyes.
"See, I like GT too. Always found the idea of tiny people and places strangely attractive. Not many here share my interest in miniatures, but I'm rich and eccentric and, with a bit of work, managed to get access to the internet! No mean feat for one of us, let me tell you. So yes, long story short, found your art, found your stories, loved your work, aaand wanted to have you about the place! Got loads of things set up for you! Lots of clothes, a big house, not that you'll be sleeping there much. I've actually trained myself not to move at all when I sleep, so you'll be sharing my pillow a lot."
It was back, that sick feeling. She was going to puke if she opened her mouth, she just knew it, but she had to say something. This man was insane!
"A-are you CRAZY?!" She shouted in horror. "Y-you have everything set up? You expect me to sleep on your pillow at night? I-I-I'm a girl! I'm not a toy! Why would you do this?! I want to go home!" It was, again, definitely not what she would have written. But she was far from being the confident and cool headed character she liked to pretend she was. And she was crying again. She was too wound up to care in the least about how pathetic she was being.
"I know, I know that, sorry. But look, you are home now! Just think! This is exactly like one of your stories! As soon as you calm down, I know you'll really enjoy this. Hey, you'll even thank me for taking you out of your boring, everyday life. No more customer service! No more students to teach! An endless bounty of art supplies, and, if I may say so, a rather dashing bespectacled giant to completely dote on you! And me? I get a beautiful, intelligent tiny to play with. It's a win win all around!"
She didn't have time to process much of what he'd just said, as that was the moment he could no longer control himself, and plucked her from the box. "AAAAAAaaaAAAAH!" She shrieked as the padded surface disappeared from below her and she was lifted closer to, and pressed against the strangers rough cheek.
"Oh, you and me, Ridel. This is going to be absolutely brilliant."
000
((I wrote this a while ago, and only just got around to posting it on DA a few days ago.
APOLOGIES FOR GRATUITOUS INSECURE ANGSTING!
It's very stream of consciousness, and I never really intended to post it, so I'm going to break with tradition and say that I'm not specifically looking for writing chrit on this one.
If you have some to offer, that's great, and I'll take it into consideration. Just as long as you understand that I didn't put much work into this. =p
Why did I write this? It was sort of... Well, I was thinking about the sorts of things we as dreamy eyed GT lovers like to fantasize about. (For me, it's cuddling giants in glasses. Don't judge me. We all have our own ways. XP )
But... It all depends on context.
Ending up with a gigantic bespectacled boyfriend (or... whatever?) may seem pretty sweet to my way of mind.
But it depends entirely on respect. If, while he dotes on me, he doesn't really respect my feelings or wishes, then this little daydream turns into a nightmare.
Does that... Make any sense? I fear I'm not being very clear. :[
Anyway, that was the idea I set out with when I wrote the thing. Not sure if I really ended up conveying it in the story itself, or if it just seemed like a weirdy self insert thingy with only one chapter and little chance of more to follow.
))
APOLOGIES FOR GRATUITOUS INSECURE ANGSTING!
It's very stream of consciousness, and I never really intended to post it, so I'm going to break with tradition and say that I'm not specifically looking for writing chrit on this one.
If you have some to offer, that's great, and I'll take it into consideration. Just as long as you understand that I didn't put much work into this. =p
Why did I write this? It was sort of... Well, I was thinking about the sorts of things we as dreamy eyed GT lovers like to fantasize about. (For me, it's cuddling giants in glasses. Don't judge me. We all have our own ways. XP )
But... It all depends on context.
Ending up with a gigantic bespectacled boyfriend (or... whatever?) may seem pretty sweet to my way of mind.
But it depends entirely on respect. If, while he dotes on me, he doesn't really respect my feelings or wishes, then this little daydream turns into a nightmare.
Does that... Make any sense? I fear I'm not being very clear. :[
Anyway, that was the idea I set out with when I wrote the thing. Not sure if I really ended up conveying it in the story itself, or if it just seemed like a weirdy self insert thingy with only one chapter and little chance of more to follow.
))