A Friend indeed? The Tiny Prison, a new type of prison chapter 12 by TinyLesbo

Too weak to do more than whimper, Jess was powerless to stop a clutch of fingers surrounding her.

Lifted effortlessly from the ground, Jess just hung limp. If nothing else, playing dead gave her a chance. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t move if she wanted to.

“Who are you…?” A voice asked of her, and Jess caught the blurry visage of a young girl in the corner of her eye. A shade younger than her, this girl had long, black hair with green highlights, and a wealth of freckles dusting her nose. The girl held her with a gentle care, and it was the first time in months that Jess didn’t feel violated.

If anything, she almost felt… safe.

”Do you have a name?” The girl asked. “Why’re you so small?”

Jess just laid there in her hand. What was she supposed to do here exactly? 

“Hello…” The girl shook her back snd forth. Her limbs rocking in motion, she could barely think for the pounding headache, but she was literally a puppet in this kid’s hand.

”Maybe you’re just tired,” the girl eventually said, and cradled Jess to her chest. Ensnared by the soft embrace, Jess could feel her energy slipping away from the mere chance of safety and comfort.

Was it over? Had she escaped?