Joel pauses before responding to your answer, his face drained of its previous warmth. "That ain't exactly the next town over". You open your mouth to protest, that you are unfamiliar with local geography but before a word comes out, a green light surrounds your body.

"Christ Ellie, you didn't have to do that! Maybe she didn't know?" Ellie rises from her chair, her fingers puck your shrunken form and hold you up to her face. "We've killed for less, she's way too suspicious to walk around here freely. This is the best way to keep her in check". Her eyes narrow in on you, the grip of her fingers is rougher than before, and is starting to strain your squirming body. "What now, our best ways of getting her to talk need her to be normally sized". Joel grunts, clearly unenthralled by Ellie's creative liberty. "I'll figure something out". With you in her palm, Ellie returns home and plops you onto her desk. Reaching into her pocket, her hand pulls out a switchblade and drives the edge into the wood next to your head. You can see specks of dried blood against the cold steel sending shivers down your spine. Her large fingers run over you, pinning you against the table and pressing against your face. You can feel the heat coming off her skin, it's slightly clammy with sweat yet you can't help but feel arousal from this whole scenario. "Talk!" Ellie orders, her mouth, right above your body, bellows hot air all around you, the sound is deafening...