Hand wrapped around the shaft of the key, it was heavy in her grip.

”Um,” Violet mumbled. “Am I big enough to do that? Wouldn’t I need to be like, your size?”

”Nah, you’ll be fine,” The Minimiser shrugged, running a massive finger along her body. “They’re all like, way tinier than you.”

”I didn’t mean it like that…” Violet stammered. “I meant like, reaching the lock? And uh, lifting this key up?”

”Ohh, the logistics of it all…” The Minimiser laughed. “Okay yeah, that makes more sense. “I guess I could make you bigger. But can I trust you? Like, you’re not gonna run away from me, are you?”

”O-of course not!” Violet snorted, though admittedly the thought had crossed her mind. “Like, where would I go? Where even are we?”

The entire room was plunged into darkness for a moment as something flashed past the windows above. The Minimiser didn’t even flinch at it.

”Oh, that happens sometimes.” She said. “Trust me, you can do this!”

”W-well then, can you… trust me?” Violet bit her lip. 

“Hm,” A ginger eyebrow curved. “Interesting. You want me to trust you to trust me?”

For the third time in such a short while, Violet felt nauseous as her size was changing again. The key in her hand dwindling, she slowly rose upwards to meet The Minimiser’s gaze.

…only for her to stand up, and Violet to reach her chest instead. Ah well, it was an improvement at least.

Key in hand, Violet wrapped her free arm around The Minimiser’s waist.

”…thanks for trusting me,” she gulped, and reached up onto her tiptoes. A soft moan of surprise escaped the redhead as Violet’s lips met hers.

”Maybe I’ll trust you a little more,” The Minimiser grinned, as her computer whirred with excitement, from the half a dozen creeps who just watched two teenagers kiss, no doubt.

And Violet grimaced internally. Whatever it took to get out of here, she guessed. 

But things were about to get worse for those in Holding Cell B. Key in hand, Violet braced herself for ruining someone else’s day.