“You can’t do this!” you shout defiantly to her. “Let me go back to my desk.”
“Well, well, my slave thinks he has rights,” she grins.
“You’re a bitch!” you shout in response and spit right towards her, despite only going a few inches from her perspective.
“I was going to settle for more low-key entertainment, but considering that you need to learn your place, I’ll play hard.”
You pause, not sure what she has in mind.
“I call this game whack-a-tiny. When my palm comes to smash you, you must try to get out of the way.”
“What if I don’t want to play?”
“Not sure you have a choice. If you fail, you die. If not, then you get to live another period, and have another chance to get back onto my good graces and beg for mercy.”
You begin to protest again, but she reaches her open palm directly above and you and smashes it down onto the desk. You dive out of the way to avoid getting smashed. As you get yourself back up, her open palm comes crashing again. Luckily your years as a tiny has given you a practice in dodging incoming objects quickly. You are the center of her palm this time, and thus don’t have time to completely clear her hand. You rush towards the space in between her index finger and thumb, though, just wide enough to avoid getting smashed. As she pulls her hand back up, she swipes your legs with her thumb, knocking you over and gives you a “little” push in your stomach and chest, knocking the wind out of you.
This slows you down, and you realize that you might not have time to dodge her a third time. But…
“Well, well, my slave thinks he has rights,” she grins.
“You’re a bitch!” you shout in response and spit right towards her, despite only going a few inches from her perspective.
“I was going to settle for more low-key entertainment, but considering that you need to learn your place, I’ll play hard.”
You pause, not sure what she has in mind.
“I call this game whack-a-tiny. When my palm comes to smash you, you must try to get out of the way.”
“What if I don’t want to play?”
“Not sure you have a choice. If you fail, you die. If not, then you get to live another period, and have another chance to get back onto my good graces and beg for mercy.”
You begin to protest again, but she reaches her open palm directly above and you and smashes it down onto the desk. You dive out of the way to avoid getting smashed. As you get yourself back up, her open palm comes crashing again. Luckily your years as a tiny has given you a practice in dodging incoming objects quickly. You are the center of her palm this time, and thus don’t have time to completely clear her hand. You rush towards the space in between her index finger and thumb, though, just wide enough to avoid getting smashed. As she pulls her hand back up, she swipes your legs with her thumb, knocking you over and gives you a “little” push in your stomach and chest, knocking the wind out of you.
This slows you down, and you realize that you might not have time to dodge her a third time. But…
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June 3, 2023
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