It doesn't work so she peels you off and yo...
Tiny Powers and Super Powered Women
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
gtsrp
Annoyed, she yanks open the drawer of her bedside table and throws you inside. "I'll deal with you in the morning," and she slams the drawer shut. You're trapped once again, a glob once again, but eventually your body reforms; you've certainly been given enough time to do so.
The drawer is like a solitary confinement cell, totally dark and totally silent. You've figured out that it's no use trying to escape; thoughts of what she might do to you when she wakes up spiral in your head -- given how enraged she was last night. She squashed you without even trying, threatened to use her heat-vision on you, threw you in here with more force than that pitcher throws a baseball.
More time passes; the light of morning begins to bleed in through the cracks. Now you can see what you're sharing your cell with. There are some makeup brushes, half a packet of gum, some pens, some tissues, a pair of glasses. Nothing blatantly useful, but maybe giving up isn't your only option.
The drawer is like a solitary confinement cell, totally dark and totally silent. You've figured out that it's no use trying to escape; thoughts of what she might do to you when she wakes up spiral in your head -- given how enraged she was last night. She squashed you without even trying, threatened to use her heat-vision on you, threw you in here with more force than that pitcher throws a baseball.
More time passes; the light of morning begins to bleed in through the cracks. Now you can see what you're sharing your cell with. There are some makeup brushes, half a packet of gum, some pens, some tissues, a pair of glasses. Nothing blatantly useful, but maybe giving up isn't your only option.
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