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@BigCuddlyGiant I am on my KNEES begging for you to record something like this audio again

@ThumbLoverVer2 could u send the deets for that story?

this has got to be pedophilia. you should take this down

@sillylilbug thank you! i’ve been getting the urge to write this stuff more often so maybe i’ll post more in the future

Hey y’all, i thought you guys would enjoy this story my boyfriend and i went to the renaissance fair a few weekends ago and i bought a pair of elf/pixie ears. My bf knows that Im into macrophilia but we’ve never really incorporated it into our Dom/sub dynamic before. Well i thought i looked pretty cute in my renfaire outfit and fairy ears, and i started jokingly seducing him saying things like, “oh noOoo, what are you gonna do with your helpless little captive fairy?” and stuff like that just to be funny, but he actually found it very hot so when we got home he had me get in some fairy-esque lingerie and keep the ears on, and we did a fairy role play scene! It was along the lines of Ferngully where he was a lumberjack and i was a tiny forest nymph and it was SOOO hot!! i never thought we’d ever be able to make this kink work practically but we kinda did hahah! so PSA to all the other tiny gals here, get urself some fairy ears

I don’t think I could be part of a harem, i’d want to be the giant’s favorite too bad i think i could only do one other girl if i had to. She and i could become best friends and we could help each other maintain our sanity despite our cruel owner. He could definitely use that against us though, dangling one of us above his mouth or under his boot right in front of the other and threatening to exterminate her friend right then and there. i do think it’d be fun if my owner allowed me to go see other giants’ pets every once in a while when im a good girl

like ugh it just makes me tingle ~
especially when that’s his reputation amongst the poor tinies that have encountered him. He loves being called a brute and upholding that reputation, except with the one special tiny lady he adores

As a counterpart to the recent post about our (SW’s) ideal giant, i wanna know what the giants look for in their tiny girls ️

@ivythefairie okay yall this is the final part. Im no writer or anything but i really wanted to explore this fantasy so i gave it a shot this part does have some butt-stuff, like almost anal vore, so if you don’t like that this may not be the part for you
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Ben took her in both hands and could feel her still trembling from her punishment. She looked up to lock her big hazel eyes with his. They were begging him for mercy. He felt a sting of pity for the helpless little thing, but it never showed. And just to make sure his boys didn’t think he was soft, he opened up his pants and dropped her right in, letting out a satisfactory grunt. “Alright, go have fun big guy,” Will said, and with that Ben walked off, fairy secured next to his junk. She was brought back into the same room Jake had taken her, giving her a bad feeling. Ben sat on the edge of the bed, and took off his pants to get to her in his underwear. Out of the two friends, she was scared of him the most. His stoic demeanor and physical size gave her the impression that he was naturally domineering amongst his own kind. Now that he had a girl smaller than his pinky finger in his possession, he had the ultimate control he’s always craved. Ben raised his thumb towards her causing her to flinch and scoot away. He secretly loved the way he made her cower with the simple lift of a finger, but assured her, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart. I just want to pet you.”

Ivy was thrown off guard by his request. He gently lowered his thumb onto the top of her head and stroked her hair, applying the slightest of pressure. She relaxed her tense muscles, and let him pet her for a while, no words being exchanged between the two. Ben was in awe of this beautiful little creature with her perfectly sculpted body, soft hair, and delicate face. Ivy, however, was baffled by the gentleness.

“Don’t think this means im not going to use you, though,” he calmly asserted. “As long as you’re good and obedient for me, you’ll be safe.”

A jolt of fear was sent through her body. She was so mad at herself for letting her guard down even a little bit. “W-what’re you gonna do with me?” she shyly asked.

“I’ve got a few ideas in mind, nothing like what Jake did. What I want to do with you is a bit unconventional”

Ivy didn’t quite know what he meant by that, but she was dreading when she’d find out. Ben raised the fairy up to his mouth, palm flat. “Lay back and spread those legs,” he ordered, and she obeyed. He stuck out his gigantic fleshy tongue and began delicately licking her sex. “Mmmm, you are sweet,” he chuckled to himself. She jerked away from him as much as she could, but soon realized she had nowhere to go. He would just catch her if she tried to jump and make a run for it. Reluctantly, she submitted to him. His jet black mustache began roughly tickling her skin, and the smell of beer poured out of his breath, but the sensation of his thick tongue against her entire pussy all at once was overwhelming everything else. Despite her hesitations, Ivy was beginning to crave this feeling. She even tried to grab on to his mustache and slide herself deeper into his mouth which he found amusing. Once he had his fill of the fairy, he set her down next to him on the bed. She watched as Ben slid his boxers off, and the familiar smell of his post-gym crotch she had known all too well from earlier filled her senses. He, too, was fully engorged and it looked like it was ready to use her. Ben, however, had other plans for Ivy. “Y’know,” he said, “you might think that my dark hair and clothes, and the fact that im bigger than most giants, let alone a little thing like you, means that im a cruel, sadistic, alpha kind of guy.” He paused, and let her look up at him with the hope that he’d ease her fears, before saying, “And it’s because i fucking am.” Her hopes were shattered. A moment later, he lifted up his ballsack, grabbed the oblivious fairy, and shoved her underneath. He then let his hairy, sweaty sack fall on top of her. She was disgusted and tried her best to crawl out, but it was useless. His titanic thighs created a pit in the bed that she couldn’t climb out of, and as he was jerking off above her he would just stuff her back down under his balls whenever she managed to almost crawl out. “Feeling your little body squirm and get smushed under my ballsack just turns me on more. Don’t think you’re going anywhere until im done,” he groaned. This feeling was so erotic to him that he became slightly unhinged. He wanted her to know without a doubt how pathetic and helpless she is. “Who’s your fucking God?” he demanded. “You are!” her muffled voice replied. “You’re damn right I am.”

This went on for a few more minutes before Ben suddenly lifted himself off the fairy, and was standing in front of her. She was desperately gulping down breaths of fresh air. “Take some good deep breaths, bug, it’s gonna get a lot worse now.” She had a moment of confusion before he turned around and spread his ass cheeks, making his intentions all too clear. He was going to sit down and inevitably crush her. As his gigantic ass came down on her, she realized the only way for her to survive was to fit perfectly in his ass crack, where there was just enough room. She laid down flat and braced, squeezing her eyes shut. It was totally dark when she opened her eyes, but she could tell she was shoved up against his asshole. At least she had survived. “You still alive down there?” He asked. He felt her move underneath which was all the response he needed. “Good. Now lick your God’s asshole if you want to keep living,” he ordered.

She had never imagined she would end up like this, wedged in the ass of a giant man and being forced to do the unspeakable. Before her capture she had so many projects and dreams she wanted to fulfill, she had freedom and a life, and now she’s nothing more than a living sex toy. “Put some effort into it too, I can barely feel that tiny body. Maybe i need to sit more weight down on you,” he said. She panicked at that suggestion. With no other choice, Ivy began to pleasure him, her minuscule tongue working on the enormous hole in front of her. She could hear his deep moaning and cursing from above, and could feel the vibrations from him jacking off. This was easily the most humiliating experience she’s ever endured. She was praying that afterwards, Ben wouldn’t give any ideas like this to her master.

The poor thing was giving everything she had, and was beginning to run out of air. The stench of his groin and asshole was becoming too much for her, and claustrophobia set in. Luckily, she could feel him speeding up and heard him saying he was close. He suddenly lifted his leg up on the bed, relieving immense pressure off of her. She thought she was done, but he quickly grabbed her and pressed her against his asshole, rubbing her against it. She began screaming out of pure terror thinking that he was going to shove her up his asshole just to get to completion. “Yeah, scream you little slut! Call for help, no one’s gonna save you from the big mean giant,” he drunkenly laughed in between moans. Shortly afterwards he came, and during his climax he held her so tight against his asshole that she almost passed out. Ben got up to clean himself up, and Ivy was left motionless on the bed. Through heaving breaths, the fairy thanked whatever deity is out there that she survived. The earth shook, announcing his return. “Hey, you survived! I told you you would,” he said with a grin. She wanted to shout, cuss at him, even try to fight him, but she had been thoroughly broken down. She flashed her defeated doe eyes up at him and nodded. The pity that lived deep in his chest resurfaced. He gently scooped her up and laid down on his side, placing her right in front of his face. “I could tell you liked that first part, didn’t you,” petting her once again. Full of shame, she replied, “Yes, sir.”

“I wasn’t ever going to crush you,” he said in a comforting tone. She gave no response. “You know, if i owned you, i’d protect you and you’d be all mine. I don’t share my prized possessions.” This time, she briefly made eye contact but still said nothing. “Alright, let’s take you back to your owner.”

The rest of the night she was at the service of the three men, using all that was left in her to bring food and drinks to them at their request. Will rewarded her good behavior with a lot of praise and affection. To Ben’s surprise, she spent a lot of time curled up in his lap. But at the end of the day, she belonged to Will, and he was the one that took her back into his bedroom to sleep.

@ivythefairie here’s part 2! i uploaded this earlier but realized it’d be more convenient if all parts were under the same thread :). It’ll likely be a three part story
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Jake growls, “Fuck, i can’t take it anymore,” and scoops her up without a warning. Ben shouts, “Don’t use her completely up! I still need my turn!” and chuckles. Jake was too focused on getting some privacy with her that he didn’t even realize she was pounding her fists against his hand the whole time, squirming and squealing. “Hey, stop that. It ain’t gonna get you anywhere”. She looked up at him, furrowed her brow, and, for reasons she can’t even comprehend, worked up the courage to shout, “Don’t fuck with me, asshole!” Unfortunately, her high-pitched squeak just made him laugh a little.

Entering the guest bedroom with a beer in one hand and Ivy in the other, he sat down on the edge of the bed and let his grip loosen on her. He held her in his lap. “Feisty little thing, aren’t ya?” he joked. “Maybe Will ain’t put ya in your place well enough. Don’t worry though, the three of us will knock that defiance right outta you tonight.” Without thinking she bit him, hard. “You little shit!” he seethed, and she fell to the carpet below. Ivy made a break for the door, knowing how mad her master would be that she wasn’t being good for his guests, but not particularly caring about it either. Fear had overwhelmed her. An earth-shattering footfall abruptly ended her escape as Jake quickly closed the gap between them. Just as soon as his massive shoe came crashing down right in front of her, the other one was poised right above her, threatening to come down and crush her. She was stunned. “Listen bug, unless you want to end up a smear under my foot, stop being difficult. Tiny girls like you were born to serve men,” he ordered. At this point, Ivy knew all she could do was oblige and hope for mercy from these giants.

He bent down and pinched her between his thumb and index, placing her on the bed once more. This time, though, he stood in front of her. Jake gazed down at her with extreme satisfaction, knowing he had this beautiful girl all to himself. He wasted no time pulling down his pants and revealing the gigantic member he was concealing behind them. It was fully engorged and already dripping from pre-cum. “You ready, Pet?” He asked. He didn’t really care though, as he plucked her before she could respond. Jake set her down straddling his cock and she immediately started kissing and grinding her hips on it, hoping to not piss this giant off anymore. After taking a long sip of beer, he spat on her to help lubricate himself. It didn’t take long for his groaning to build in volume, and soon he was rocking his hips back in forth to help her ride his throbbing cock. Her delicate little pussy lips felt amazing against him. He wanted to feel more of her. Without warning, he pressed her soft body down onto his dick, making her fragile form nothing more than a masturbation aid. He wrapped his hand around her body, sped up, and began to tense. “Fuck yes! Oh you feel so good you little slut! You wanna get drenched in my cum?!” Her little grunts and squeaks of effort to resist excited him even more, pushing him past the edge. Cum erupted from his cock, hitting the bed in front of him. Luckily, Ivy was spared from his ejaculate; however, she was still covered in his beer-scented spit and pre-cum. She slid sideways off his cock and fell to the bed below him, trying to catch her breath after being squished against his gigantic manhood for so long. “See, that wasn’t so bad,” he said. Jake smirked with content as he looked down upon the ruined, scared little fairy.

“Are you done with her yet??” Ben yells from the living room. “Yes! I’ll bring her back in a second,” he replies loudly. Ivy tries to back away from his grasp but with little effort Jake has her in his fist again. She’s too exhausted to put up a fight. He brings her close to his face and pauses, reveling in the fear he caused her before saying, “You did a good job. Good girl.” Jake returns to the living room and sets her right into the anticipating hands of Ben. “She bit me, man” Jake laughed and showed the little indent her teeth made to the others. “She what??” Will was shocked and upset that his pet wasn’t being courteous to his guests. He extended his hand to Ben, gesturing to return the fairy. “You can have her back in a minute,” he reassured. Will’s attention turned to Ivy, who was now trembling in his hands. She knew she would be punished for her insubordinate behavior, and she knew at this point in the night they were all plastered. “Normally you know I’d just put you in your cage the rest of the night, or flick you a few times on the ass, but you fucked up this time Ivy.” He looked to his friends, “What do y’all think we should do to her? This might be the last straw, im running out of patience for such a defiant pet.” The three men got excited, all the possibilities they could do with her knowing no one was going to restrain their cruelty. “I threatened to crush her under my boot, that seemed to work,” Jake suggested.

“As much as i like that idea,” Will said, “she knows i like my boots too much to let them get stained.”

He pretended to ponder for a few more seconds, but he had already made up his mind. “I think im gonna eat her. I bet fairies taste sweet,” picking Ivy up by her shoulders. “What do you think, Ivy? Think you’ll taste good?” He smirked. Her instincts kicked in and she began wildly flapping her wings, kicking and screaming for help. He raised her above his mouth, sticking out his tongue for added effect as he lowered her closer. “Please! Please i’ll be good!! I don’t want to die! Master please don’t eat me!” She begged with all she had, but she was still hovered right above his hungry, hot maw that reeked of alcohol. Her pathetic attempts to save herself were music to their ears. She became convinced that this was her end, just a snack for a ruthless giant trying to impress his buddies. Suddenly, he closed his mouth and lowered her back into his lap. “Im not gonna eat you, baby, just had to scare you straight. Are you gonna be good for us now?”

Wiping away her tears, Ivy nodded. “That’s my good girl,” he said, and handed her back to Ben.

@ivythefairie Oh i totally forgot the most important part: I’d be like 2/3rds the size of his pinky (so ~2 inches. Big enough for him to dwarf everything around him.

I love love love the big, bulky giants! The giants that aren’t shredded but still have a shit ton of muscle, and they love the power it gives them. They love taking up enormous amounts of space and showing tinies how insignificant they are to him. I have a more goth style myself, so I think a giant with hella tattoos and chains and dark hair, a real-mean looking guy, would be amazing. I also like the cowboy aesthetic, the boots and jeans and the way they carry themselves and their masculinity is just so hot. So a merge between the two aesthetics would be SO good. He’d definitely have to be older than me by at least a year, but no more than like 5 years. I think im basically describing Rip from Yellowstone here tbh lmaoo. A mustache or short beard would be amazing too if it fits him.
My ideal giant would always keep me in my place, reminding me in obvious and subtle ways that he owns me. He’d want me to sleep on his belly (or in his boxers, depending on his mood). He’d treat me like his favorite pet.
The type of giant that’s fucking terrifying and loves that he is, except for the one tiny girl he’s got a secret soft spot for. He’s gotta be kinky too, like loves fearplay and tying me up and whatnot.
I could talk about my favorite kind of giant for a WHILE lmao

Hello! This is a story that is actually based off a dream I had last night, and is also somewhat reminiscent of this story i read on Reddit about a fairy getting captured in a frat house. Hope you guys enjoy! i’ll be posting part 2 soon :).
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PART 1:

Will was busy preparing his apartment for guests to come over. Like his usual Saturday nights, he would join his weightlifting club as soon as classes were done for the day to hit a session in the gym. Afterwards, some of his buddies from the club would come over for drinks. This Saturday, however, he had a big surprise for them. After getting his booze and snacks together, he awaited their arrival. The two men showed up soon after and greeted him, bringing their own booze as a gift for the host. They talked for a while and then went to sit down on the couch. The larger of his buddies reached towards the coffee table to grab the TV remote, but Will stopped him. “Actually, ive got another kind of entertainment in mind tonight”, he said, and disappeared into his room.

Ivy knew this was his cue to bring her out. The sound of his hard boots hitting the floor thundered closer until he reached the bedroom door, swinging it open and startling her, causing her fairy wings to flutter. Will’s silhouette filled the door frame. Her master was gigantic in every sense of the word. Growing up on a farm he was already big and strong as an ox, but coupled with his obsession with the gym he was enormous. He even dwarfed other giants. She locked eyes with his and read a terrifying concoction of emotions across his face: lust, a hunger for power, and excitement.

Ivy had been in Will’s ownership for a few months now, ever since she was unlucky enough to tear her wings while trying to escape capture. He was a good owner overall, other than the fact that he treated her more like a pet than a being. A pet that would be pretty for him and satisfy all of his needs. Will loved to train her, telling her when and where to sit, teaching her commands like “come” and “cage”. At first she resisted these demeaning training sessions, but there’s not a lot a flightless fairy can do to stand up for herself against a colossus of a man. She had heard other captive fairies had it much worse, so she couldn’t complain. Recently Ivy had even began to enjoy her new life, like when her master praised her or rewarded her with gentleness and gifts.

“Hey baby,” he leaned over and cooed, “You gonna put on a good show tonight for the boys?” She gazed up at his immense face through her cage bars and nodded obediently. With a sudden jolt, Will grabbed the handle of her cage and carried her off into the living room. Once Ivy saw the two men awaiting her, however, reality set in and she became terrified. These men were equally as gigantic and rough-looking as her master. As he set her down on the coffee table before them, she scooted to the farthest corner of the cage from them and curled up in a futile effort to hide. Both of the men’s jaws dropped. “What the fuck is that?” The skinnier man asked. He seemed bewildered, but his expression told her that he was excited about this. She felt like a new toy that everyone was itching to get their hands on. Both of his buddies leaned in to get a closer look at the fairy. Their hot breaths washed over her, messing up her cute brunette bangs she had so delicately worked on earlier that day. The huge men lifted their faces out of her view to listen once Will spoke. “This is Ivy. She’s a little fairy i caught sneaking around, and now she’s mine. She’s a good little pet and i figured y’all would enjoy her,” he explained. They laid hungry eyes on her again, though they weren’t quite sure what to do with the helpless little thing.

The bigger friend spoke up, asking, “So are you saying we can, ya know, play with her?”

“Yes, but keep in mind that she’s mine. Don’t go damaging my property”, Will replied in a half-joking, half-serious way.

Will’s buddies were absolutely elated. Ivy was at eye level with their crotches and, to her dismay, could see just how happy they were. Will lifted the cage up so that Ivy could look at the men’s faces. Will directed her attention to the man on the left, telling her his name is Jake. This one was more slender than both her master and the guy next to him, but his muscularity dismissed any notion that he was twiggy or weak. He had wavy brunette hair poking out of a ball cap with the lifting club’s logo on it. He seemed friendly, but Ivy knew better than to trust any giant.

Will then pointed to the guy on the right, a scarier-looking man who he called Ben. He was about the same size as Ivy’s master, a big man even by giant standards. Although his belly was a little larger and softer-looking than Will’s power gut, Ivy could tell his body held immense strength. Not that he would need much to overtake her anyway. She scanned Ben’s face, his jet black hair matched the dark mustache he adorned, complete with a smirk that made Ivy shudder. Both men were still glistening with sweat from their earlier workout, and she could only imagine how bad they smelled close up.

Will set her back down on the table and opened the door to her cage. “Who wants to go first?”

“Let’s have her come out and present herself first,” Ben demanded.

“Ivy,” Will said, “come on out darling.”

Crawling on all fours, Ivy reluctantly inched towards the entrance of the cage, her wings doing their best to cover her exposed backside. Sensing her hesitancy, Ben extended his hand in an attempt to grab her, but she scurried into the corner before he could. His hand was too big to fit into the back of the cage and he got flustered. “You can be stern with her, that’s how she learns to be a good girl”, Will said.

This was all Ben needed. He grabbed the cage and tipped it so that Ivy would come tumbling out, but she held on to the bars for dear life. “Come on out you little fucking bug, we’re not gonna hurt you if you just do what we say,” Ben says impatiently. With a small shake, Ivy loses her grip and lands right in Ben’s calloused hand. He admires her form for just a second before Jake gets jealous and reminds him to put her on the table. The helpless fairy is gently dropped onto the table, where her naked body is shocked by the cold surface. Her body tightens and her minuscule nipples perk up to the delight of the three towering men. Her master commands her to display herself through sexual stretching and posing, and she obeys without a fuss. She sticks her ass out for them, spreads her legs, all the sexy things she can think of to appease them. In the midst of her act, she manages to look around and let it truly sink in that there are three gigantic, impossibly powerful men surrounding her and hoping to have their way with her.

Hello! This is the first part of my first story ever! Im not much of a writer at all so bare with me haha. Anywho, I hope y’all can still enjoy it and let me know if maybe you’d wanna see the rest of it? Thanks for reading!

Sage suddenly gained consciousness. Scanning her environment, she attempted to orient herself. She had no recollection of the previous events of that day. The only thing she knew for certain was she couldn’t move. Despite her wild thrashing and attempts at prying her wrists free, Sage was totally bound - hogtied and gagged - with twine. Eventually she became exhausted and could only lay on the cold and impossibly vast surface beneath her. Between heaving breaths, she thought of what her next move would be.

She had grown up listening to the elders’ cautionary tales and horror stories of when tinies like herself wound up being seen by a colossus. Her kind never ventured into giant territory unless absolutely necessary. In fact, it was common belief that the best way to stay alive was to treat the giant men as gods, worshipping and fearing him, and considering whatever the tinies borrowed as a merciful gift from him. She knew that gods, however, also require sacrifices.

Sage had gone against every lesson she had ever been taught and every law the clan had when she ventured out that day, alone and out in the open, into the giants kitchen. She was only after a little morsel of bread when she was stunned by the melodic, thundering footfalls of the house’s owner. Immediately, she sprinted for her only safety - a crack in the wall - as the footsteps quickly approached. Before she could reach it, a gigantic fist slammed the ground in front of her, knocking her down and eliciting a high-pitched yelp. She could only sit in shock as the fist lay there, mere inches from her form. Not a single molecule in her wanted to look up and look him in the eyes, so instead Sage shut her eyes, put her arms over her head, and braced for the worst.

She felt a gust of wind drift over her, and as she timidly opened one eye, she saw her path had cleared up again. The fist was nowhere to be seen; however, she could feel the looming figure of the man remained above her, chilling her to her core. He boomed, “You have five seconds to run before I change my mind about letting you go.” That was all Sage needed to jump to her feet and run as quickly as her legs could carry her, slipping into the safety of the walls. She didn’t dare to look back.

Upon arriving home, she was met with the entire clan awaiting her arrival. However, they weren’t celebrating her return, they were furious. Someone spoke up. “Why the fuck did you let him see you?!”

“Do you know how exposed we are now?! you’ve screwed us!”

She wondered how they had known about her interaction with the godlike man. But then again, she knew there were scouts scattered about and they had most likely snitched on her.

One older woman reluctantly chimed in, “If she stays, he’ll come looking for all of us. Better one life than many.”

That sent Sage into a panic. This woman couldn’t be seriously suggesting what she thought she was, and to make it worse, the crowd began to voice their agreement. It was a cruel punishment, there had to be some other way. But before she could defend herself she was swiftly hit from behind, knocking her clean out.

And now here she was, on the kitchen countertop once again, only this time there was no mercy. She now noticed two guards watching her from a distance. “You fuckers!” She screeched. “You cowardly assholes! this isn’t right!” This did not catch their attention. What did, though, was the return of those earth-shaking footsteps. The guards stood at attention and made stiff movements towards where Sage was. She could tell they were trembling and probably shitting themselves internally. Within a matter of seconds, she was once again in the presence of the giant whose exhalations were now washing over the three tiny beings.

“Well, well, what’s this?” Sage, still refusing to acknowledge the gigantic man before her, shivered at the deepness of his thunderous, sinister voice. One of the guards piped up. “W-We offer you, Sir, a sacrifice… i-in hopes that it will appease you enough to spare the rest of us.”

Sage heard the giant release a chuckle, followed by, “If you’re going to offer a sacrifice to a god, do it the right way. This is fucking pathetic. I should kill all three of you right now, and hunt down the rest of you like the little fucking bugs you are.”

The three tinies were shocked. “No! No please! How can we worship you properly??” The guard pleaded, dropping to his knees and continuing to beg for his life.

“First of all, I think this height you have on the counter is giving you a false sense of security. let’s fix that,” he asserted, before roughly pinching both guards between his index finger and thumb in each hand to set them on the floor in front of him. When he returned to grab Sage, though, he delicately scooted her into his palm in order to set her down with the others. “Now, Im going to sit down right here, and you’re going to present her to me. Tell me why she’s a good enough sacrifice to show mercy to the rest of you.” He leaned back into a chair that groaned and creaked under his weight. He set his legs apart with one gigantic foot on either side of the three tinies, and rested his head on his fist. For the first time, Sage worked up the courage to look up at him. Following his leather boots up, she stared in awe and fear at the behemoth of a man. His blue jeans and shirt did little to conceal his incredibly buff stature. His massive biceps and quads were matched equally by his strong gut, and everything about his existence screamed dominance and power. Then, to her dismay, the question of if any tinies had been consumed to contribute to his mass intruded her mind for a split second. She shook the horrible image out of her mind and snapped back to the equally despairing present.