Ella put the dress on and was more than pleased with the results. The tight blue spandex material hugged her form perfectly. It showed the elegant curve of her womanly hips and peachy ass, and cupped her breasts in such a way that it made her cleavage press together invitingly.

No man would be able to resist her.

She did up the last touches of make-up and nodded; satisfied. Her eyes were big and brown, and now were surrounded by thick eyeliner which gave her an alternative, 'emo' look. She smiled, and as she did applied an extra touch of black lipstick which in the right light shined a subtle purple, and matched her Raven black hair perfectly. She was sixteen, gorgeous and ready to go out and find some cock. 

She had one of her vials in her hand ready to be used. She kept the rest of them in her clutch. 
With one last check of her rear in the mirror, she made her way out of the bedroom and out the front door with a "Bye Mom, I'm going over Casey's!" As she went.

It was quite a long walk to where Ella wanted to go, especially in heels. But she had a very particular location in mind. She wouldn't be able to find the kind of people she was after in just any place. She'd have to head into the lower side of the city, the darker side. 

The streets were poorly lit, and held a foreboding aura about them. Ella heard rats scurrying in the alleyways and rustling through garbage bags. This wasn't the kind of place a girl her age should hang around.

The place she was looking for was called 'Foley's'. It was a basement bar where you had to go down a set of stairs from ground level to get to it. The wooden windowsills were rotten and decaying and the neon sign was flickering madly. 
"Perfect." Ella chuckled as she made her way down the stairs, flicking her Raven hair as she went.

The bar was just as she imagined it would be once she got there. Her feet were aching as she'd been walking for a good half an hour to get there, but it would be worth it. There was quite a few people in there, enough so that the low mumble of conversation was covering anything that was being said. Before walking into the main area of the bar, she pulled her top down a bit, exposing a little more of her cleavage. 

"I'll have a gin and tonic." She said to the barman, who's eyes shot straight down to her ample, teenage bosom. Nobody ever questioned her age when she presented a DD rack like her's to them.
"No problem, sweetheart." He said as he poured the drink into a disgustingly unclean glass and put it her way. She gave him the cash and he proceeded to chat to one of his other customers. Probably a regular. Ella took a seat on a barstool and played the waiting game. 

But it would be worth it.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a run down, piece of shit place like this?" Someone asked her from behind. She could feel a man's body press against the back of her; his warm breath tickled the back of her throat. She could smell the beer on him, and it made her want to vomit.
"I'm just here for a drink, OK?" She said sternly, taking a nonchalant sip of her gin and tonic. It tasted surprisingly nice. 
"How about you and me and head to the bathrooms for a bit of fun, huh?" He said in a slurred, grumbly voice. She could feel his erection pressing into her back as he rubbed against her a little. 
"No thanks, I'm underage." She snapped, putting her drink down on the bar and shooting a faked evil look his way. He was a sham of a man, with scruffy ginger hair and a leather jacket that was torn and ripped around the edges. He was surprisingly young though, maybe early twenties. Normally it was the old perverts that went after her.

She still had the vial in her hand, and fiddled with it as she spoke to him. 
"I just want to see those tits so bad." He growled, practically drooling over her. Men were so disgusting... "I won't tell if you won't." 

Ella did a overly shifty look from left to right and then back at him. 
"What's your name?" She asked in fake curiosity. 
His eyes lit up at her showing interest. 
"I'm Greg!" He said eagerly. "What about you?" 
Ella bit her black bottom lip, emphasising the perfect white of her teeth. 
"I'm the girl who you're going to meet in the alleyway in two minutes." She purred, looking him up and down before downing her drink and making her way out into the alley she had just come from.

She slunk away from the stool, sexily swaying her womanly hips as she left. It had started raining a little now, but not enough to make her want to stop. This plan was just too much fun for her. 

Ella waited by the garbage cans outside the bar and took the rubber stopper out of her bottle. This would be like taking candy from a baby. 

"Hey, beautiful." Greg greeted as he bumbled out of the front door of the bar. He looked at Ellie like something he was about to eat. "I've got a thing for young girls like you. I bet you ain't even finished middle school yet." Greg growled in an attempt to sound sexy, but it just came out as a drunken mess. Ella pushed her boobs together a little. 
He staggered over to her and ran his hand through her hair before going in to kiss her. 

Before their lips were even close to touching, Ella upended the vial in Greg's face, causing steam to fly off him immediately. 
"Ah, you bitch!" He screamed as he felt searing fire coarse over his skin. Greg didn't realise the true nature of what was happening though. He didn't realise that with every second he was there trying to rub the liquid out of his eyes he was shrinking. Shrinking further and further down until he was no more than three inches tall in a bundle of clothes that no longer fitted him. 

"Perfect." Ella said cheerily as she rooted through the clothes and found Greg's unconscious, tiny body. She picked him up delicately in her fingers and dangled him in front of her face. 
"You won't be harassing any young girls anytime soon, Greg." She laughed before gently putting him inside a plastic tube in her clutch and then making her way back home in the rain. 

Mission success.

Greg awoke, dazed and confused. It was pitch black, wherever he was. He felt around and came to the conclusion that he was in some sort of glass container, naked. 
"What the fuck?" He panicked, bashing against the tube with his fists, but to no avail. He was trapped. 

It felt like Greg was moving about on a ship. The ground was unsteady beneath him and rocked and rolled this way and that. He couldn't remember what happened. All he remembered was meeting that young girl at Foley's and her agreeing to meet her outside. He had no memory of what happened after, or how he got to where he was. Had she kidnapped him and was shipping him off somewhere? There was no way of knowing. 

Then a beam of light shone through into his container and all Greg could do was try his best not to faint.

He had no way of knowing how, but somehow Greg was in a giant handbag, inside a massive plastic container. His heart was thumping in his chest, and his brain was roaring with confusion. 

"There you are!" 

The words, uttered by a female voice, echoed around Greg's ears like they were coming from a megaphone. Fingers the size of tree trunks found their way into the handbag and grabbed the container that he was in. He rolled backwards and hit his head against the bottom as she picked him up and brought him out into the light.

"How are you doing, Greggy?" The gorgeous Ella asked as she brought the container up to her gargantuan face. Every pore of her skin occupied his field of vision. Her beaming, beautiful brown eyes were enormous to him, and looked on at him with interest. 

"What the fuck is going on, you crazy bitch?" He gasped, suffering a minor panic attack at this sudden realisation. He must have only been an inch tall!
"Now, now, Greg. Language like that will not do in this household." Ella tutted. He couldn't believe he was being talked down too by a teenager. 
"Fuck you! Change me back to how I was or..." Greg trailed off. It occurred to him he didn't even have his brawn to get him out this one. He was so used to being able to walk all over girls.
"You were going to what, Greg? You better hope you don't piss me off too early on, because you're not even out of your container yet. If I leave you long enough, you'll suffocate. How does that sound?" 

Greg didn't say anything, but looked at Ella defiantly. 
"There's a good boy." She said. "Now let's get you out of there and show you around the place." 

Without any warning, Ella upended the container and Greg went spilling out onto her desk. She looked even more terrifying from this angle. Her ample bosom hung at Greg's eye level. Each tit would weigh immeasurable tons to him.

"Right Greg." Ella announced. "Welcome to my room. This is your new home now. My name is Ella, and I now own you." She said bluntly, barley even changing expression as she said this. 
"But..." Greg stammered in fear and confusion. "But why?" He asked. "Why me?" 
"Well, Greg." Ella began, leaning forward to intimidate him with her titanic size. "There is a twofold response to this question. Firstly, because you are a horrible, filthy pervert who tried to have sex with an underage girl." 
Greg stared at her mouth agape. He had no comeback to that. 
"And secondly. Don't assume that you're alone in this." She added darkly. 

Ella got up and went over to her bed. She bent over, giving Greg a view of her now enormous behind which could crush him flat in a second. When she returned, she had a large metal lock box in her hands. 
"Welcome to the Village, Greg." She said devilishly. She opened up the lockbox and took Greg in her palm, holding him up high enough that he could see into the box. When he could see, he immediately wished that he could erase it from his mind. 

Before him, in the lockbox was a large group of inch tall people, just like him, looking back up at him. Just as naked, just as tiny. 

"Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to introduce a new member of the Lockbox Village. His name is Greg, and he attempted to have sex with an underage girl."

Nobody in the box moved or a muscle or even said a word. They all just looked up at him with pity. 
"Now Greg here is a bit like all you were at the start. He's got a bit of a mouth on him, so I'm gonna close you guys back up, and teach him a quick lesson before he can properly introduce himself."

Ella promptly shut the lockbox again and gently put it back under her bed. 
"You're actually my 100th victim." Ella said chirpily to Greg, as he was placed back on the desk. His knees were knocking together in fear. Not fear, terror. His body was going into shock at the sheer surreality of it all. Surely he hadn't drank that much. It had to all bed a crazy dream. 

"I'm afraid, Greg, I'm a woman of my word, and I've just told Lockbox Village that you need to be punished for speaking to me so rudely. Isn't that right?" She asked, poking him with her giant index finger and making him fall flat on his back. 
"Yes." He said bluntly, but the face of thunder he got from Ella in return told him he did something wrong. 
"Since you're new, Greg, I'll let you off for that transgression." Ella said. "You are to refer to me as Goddess from now on, is that understood?" 
"Yes, Goddess." He said solemnly, feeling so dehumanised by this girl. 

"Now, it's time for your punshment," she said as she went into her dirty laundry hamper in the corner of the room and took out a pair of dirty socks. Ella stripped out of her dress, giving Greg a view of her beautiful assets, and put some Pyjamas on before slipping on the pair of socks. 
"Greg, your punishment, as it's so late now, is to spend the night inside my dirty sock until morning. How does that sound?" She asked, raising an eyebrow expectantly.
"That sounds very good, goddess."  He whimpered. 

Without any further warning, Ella picked Greg up between her thumb and finger and opened her sock with the other hand. 
"Have a good night!" She giggled, "try not to get squished!" 

Ella released Greg and he tumbled into the bottom of the black, cotton sock. The smell was horrendous, and made Greg retch. 

He tumbled down the side of her ankle and landed at the bottom of the sock. It felt like a giant trampoline beneath him, except he was pinned up against the bottom of Ella's unwashed, sweaty foot. He could feel every bump and contour of her skin. 

Ella gave a little contended giggle, and stepped back down on the floor. 
"Tell me when, Greg." She laughed as she put a little weight on top of him. Greg screamed as the wind was shoved out of him and he felt ribs crack and snap beneath the enormous pressure. 

As Ella settled down and went to bed, Greg wasn't sure if he was even doing to make it through the night...

Hell. That's what Greg went through. Absolute hell. 

The pain in Greg's ribs was agonising, and left him barely able to take even a small, pitiful breath. The pressure that Ella had put on his body was unbearable, and had left him so broken and bruised that he couldn't move a muscle for fear of damaging himself further. 

Coupled with the pain, Ella would occasionally rub her gigantic feet together, enjoying the sensation of the tiny man between them. The thought made her feel powerful, God-like and wet. 

"Good morning, Greg!" Ella cheered as she sat up in her bed and stretched. The sun was streaming through her window in beams, and warmed her face making her feel cosy and content. 

She slowly and tenderly pulled her foot out of her sock and emptied it on the bed. 
"How did you sleep, Greggy? I slept wonderfully. Knowing that one less scumbag was off the street, and was instead in my sock, choking on my foot sweat." 

She upended her sock and Greg spilled out onto her duvet. He didn't move a muscle once there. The pain of tumbling down and out of the sock was too much and had left him gasping for short shallow breaths. 
"Oh, stop being such a baby." She sighed as she got a new vial off the shelf. She took a small drop of it in a pipette and dropped it on his small, naked form. 

Greg screamed shrilly as he felt his bones slot back into place, and his body mend itself as if by magic. Once all the movement had stopped, he felt like a new man again. 
"What did you just do to me?" He asked unsurely. 
"I healed you." She said bluntly as though it was the most normal thing in the world. "I don't just hold shrinking potions you know, I'm good for other stuff."  
"That's incredible..." Greg said under his breath, brushing himself off as though last night had never happened. 

"So," Ella said, putting her face down to Greg's level. "Did you enjoy last night? Because I sure did." 

Greg remembered his place. 
"Yes, Goddess." 

"Good, right answer. I think you've learned your lesson." She smiled, getting out the lockbox from under her bed and opening it on her desk. 
"I'm going for a quick shower I think." She said cheerfully. It was as if she was a normal teenage girl with normal teenage interests. "But I better take someone with me..." She mused, tapping her chin with her finger. 
"How about Diana, where's she?" 

In the lockbox, everyone stepped away from one solitary woman, except one man who stayed with her. 
"Come on, David, I know she's your wife, but Diana has to do her part just like the rest of you." 

The little man who was clutching onto Diana, David, held on even tighter, but then with a nudge from his wife and a quick hug he released her and stepped back into the crowd. 
"There's a good boy. You know what happened last time you disobeyed me, don't you?" She said with an evil glare as she picked up Diana and dangled her between her fingers. 

David didn't respond. His eyes were dead, and his face expressionless. 
"I'll just stick Greg down here." She said, dropping him in place of where Diana was. "And you," she said, pointing at Diana cheerfully, "are gonna make the perfect sponge." 

Ella closed the lid to the lockbox and turned the key, sealing the tinies in place. Around the inside of the box was a small string of fairy lights which kept the whole thing well illuminated. 

Greg sat in the middle of the circle in silence. He was a little creeped out. At least Ella spoke to him, all of these people were scarily quiet and looked at him as though he were some sort of doom bringer. 

Eventually, after what felt like hours of silence and staring, a tall black chap approached him and helped him to his feet. 
"Welcome to Lockbox, Greg. Welcome to hell." 

Greg got up on his feet with the help of the man, and looked at him sideways. 
"What do you mean?" He asked innocently enough. 
The black man looked darkly at him and let his head slunk down. 
"Greg, the sooner you accept you're in hell the sooner you'll adjust to life here." He said honestly.
"My name's Dustin. I'm number 43. I'll more likely than not be showing you what little ropes there are around here. If you have any questions, just come to me. Although you probably won't like the answer..." He finished unsurely, looking away uncomfortably from person to person in Lockbox.
"But why?" Greg asked. "Why is she doing this? How is she doing this?" 

"Potions." Dustin said. "She's doing it with potions she has on her top shelf. She can heal us, transform us, even make us immortal if she wants. As for why she's doing it, it's because she enjoys it. She enjoys holding such power over so many people. It may make her feel strong, excited, aroused, who knows just how many kicks she's getting out of it. The point is, we're all in the same boat, and this boat is destined to sink at this rate."
"Come on Dustin," a young ginger girl, about sixteen, said as she emerged from the crowd around them. "You know that isn't just the reason. She does it because in some way or another, we've all fucked Ella over in the past." 

The girl turned to Greg and shook his hand. 
"I'm Freya, I'm No. 22." She said. "I used to be in Freya's school until I was caught kissing her sister behind the bike sheds. Then she shrunk me and here I am." 
Greg turned back to Dustin. 
"So what did you do?" Greg asked in curiosity. But Dustin remained silent, and gave Greg such a look that he thought he had better leave the subject be. 
"It doesn't matter what I did, Greg. It doesn't matter what any of us did. The point is, you're nothing now. You're just another human being who's trapped in Lockbox." 
"Well can't we try and find a way to escape?" Greg asked frantically. "Have any of you ever tried to escape?" 

"Only one of us." Dustin said grimly.  And as he said it, the crowd parted and Greg noticed there was a young man in the corner of the lockbox sat on his own, staring into nothingness and chewing his nails.
"That's Trevor." Dustin explained. "He's number 1, the original tiny. He was Ella's first boyfriend, before he was found to be sleeping with someone else. Ella's world was torn apart, and so she found a way to shrink him and torture him. And after that, she decided that was an effective way to punish anyone who wronged her. After that, she started laying traps for people like you who were looking for jailbait. And now, she's finally reached 100 people." 

Greg looked at Number 1 in horror. What had that man been through to get into that state? His eyes were red and distant. His skin was peeling where he had been scratching excessively and his body twitched unnaturally.
"Trevor and the others in the first ten tried to form an escape when they weren't kept in the Lockbox. Naturally, Ella caught them. And she dragged out the death of numbers 2-10. But Trevor, she kept alive through the whole thing. She wants to keep him alive indefinitely."

"Hold on," Greg asked skeptically. "There's no way there's 100 of us in here." 
Dustin bit his lip. 
"No, there's fifty-seven, including Diana."
Freya put a hand on Greg's shoulder, with her head hung low.
"Not everyone survives in Lockbox Greg."

*

Everyone was silent after that, Greg especially. The reality that he was now some psycho bitch's plaything was finally dawning on him. But he didn't want to give up hope, not like everyone else here had.

It was about half an hour before Ella finally came back, with Diana in hand looking frail and traumatised. 
"Hey there, tinies!" Ella greeted. She was only wearing her bra and panties and as she bent over the Lockbox her boobs dangled menacingly over the tiny society. 
"So, I've got a plan for today. It's the perfect way to introduce our new friend Greg here." She began, talking to them as if they'd actually be interested in what they had to say.
"I thought I'd organise a game. How does that sound?" She asked excitedly. 

Nobody in Lockbox responded. They all just looked up at her with a blank, contemptuous stare. 
Ella slammed her fist down on the desk, making everyone in the box fall down. The ground shook beneath them. 
"I said how does that sound?!" She growled, moving her face closer to the crowd. Close enough so they could see her pearly white teeth and the cavern of her throat. 
Everyone began to nod and mumble in unison. 
"I thought it was a good idea too." She said chirpily. "But first, I need some breakfast, and so do you." 

Ella took a scrap of bread from beside the lockbox and tossed it into the middle of the crowd, where it knocked a few of them back on their backs after just having got up again. 
"Who would like to accompany me to breakfast?" She asked with a flutter of her eyelids. 

Nobody moved a muscle. 
"Fine, I'll pick you." 

Ella dangled her enormous tree trunk fingers over the crowd and plucked up three tinies at random, including Freya, who Greg watched scream in terror as she was picked up. She put them aside and then put Diana back into the crowd, who was met with a hug from her husband. 

"Now, you two can go in here," she said cheerily as she put the other two tinies in either cup of her dark blue bra, right up against her nipples. "And you're the lucky one." She said to Diana, as she pulled out the back of her panties and dropped Diana in, before giving herself a wedgie and no doubt forcing Diana's tiny form up against her asshole. 

After she locked the Lockbox and left for breakfast, everyone else just sat in silence and waited for the games...

-

Everyone had taken a small morsel from the bread in the centre of Lockbox, and there was still more than half of it left over. Nobody discussed the upcoming game. Apparently this was something Ella did quite often so nobody really questioned it. 
"How was breakfast, tinies?" Ella asked in delight. She was now wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a buttoned up checked blue and black shirt which strained to contain her breasts. 
The silence after her asking was awkward. She looked over us expectantly so without thinking I shouted, "Delicious, Goddess!" At the top of my voice. She looked at me curiously, and then smiled. 
"See?" Ella laughed, "Greg gets it. He's impressed me in a few hours more than you all have in your entire time here."

Everyone had taken a small morsel from the bread in the centre of Lockbox, and there was still more than half of it left over. Nobody discussed the upcoming game. Apparently this was something Ella did quite often so nobody had really questioned it. 
"How was breakfast, tinies?" Ella asked in delight. She was now wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a buttoned up checked blue and black shirt which strained to contain her breasts. 
The silence after her asking was awkward. She looked over us expectantly so without thinking Greg shouted, "Delicious, Goddess!" At the top of his voice. Ella looked at him curiously, and then smiled. 
"See?" Ella laughed, "Greg gets it. He's impressed me more in a few hours than you all have in your entire time here." 

Ella reached down to Lockbox and gave Greg a pat on the head with her finger. All eyes on Lockbox though were staring evilly his way.
"Now I'm sure you're all wondering what games I have in mind for you." Ella said excitedly, beginning to bustle around with a few things in her room, she was making small, strange contraptions. 

"I want you all to get into teams of four. I will only pick four of those teams of four. Each member of any team who does worst in a challenge, will die. The team who loses overall at the very end, will die." 

Nobody said anything to that, they just slowly got into small teams of four. Not shockingly, after Greg's comment to Ella, nobody came and joined him. They obviously thought he was some kind of teacher's pet. 

Luckily, Ella reached into her bra and pulled out the two guys from inside, and eventually found Freya in the folds of her panties and placed them all down next to Greg, giving him a team. They didn't know he'd done anything. But they all gathered there must have been a reason he was stood all on his own. The smell coming off of Freya was horrific. Greg didn't even want to think what she had just been through. She gave me a downtrodden look and then we turned to face Ella.
"Team Number one, will be..." Ella mused as she hovered her fingers over the top of Lockbox. Her beautiful brown eyes were like spotlights scanning over her tinies.
"You." 

Ella picked up a team consisting of Dustin, two other men and one girl that Greg hadn't seen before. 
"Team two will be... You." She continued, picking up four people that Greg had no idea who they were. 
When Ella announced Team three, she picked up Greg, Freya and the other two guys that had been in her bra and placed them all on her desk next to team one and two. When she brought over team four, it was David and Diana with another man and woman. 
"Well done, my tinies." She announced as she locked up Lockbox and put it back under her bed. "You have been carefully selected to take part in my Ellympic games. Pun very much intended." Ella laughed. "I will be setting you a series of challenges, and as I said the individual loser of each challenge will die in a manner of my choosing. The team who has lost the most by the end will die. The winning team will be rewarded. Any questions?" 

"No, Goddess." Greg said on his own again, receiving a friendly smile from Ella. Why was everyone else staying silent? Didn't they realise it was better to keep this bitch happy?

"The first game," Ella announced. "Will be limbo!" 

Ella got out a pair of corks and a cocktail stick and pierced either end with them, making a limbo pole with the corks either end. 
"I will put this stick at a reasonable level, and then with each round move it further and further down until somebody falls. That person will die, then the rest of you will be competing to win! Pick your most flexible player."

Freya immediately volunteered herself, and nobody argued with her. Greg wasn't particularly flexible, and the other two guys with them (who they found out were John and Stan) were both incredibly fat.
"I used to do yoga when I was big. I've probably got a better chance with this than you guys." Freya said honestly. And Greg was glad. Honesty was something they were in need of here. There was no point sending him out, destined to fail.

Freya lined up at the limbo pole, which was about chest height. From Dustin's team was a man about Greg's age who was built like a skinny rake, from team 2 was a middle aged woman, and from team four was Diana, who eyes Freya and the others edgily before focusing on the pole. The rest of the teams watched on in fear. One of these people were about to die.

"Let the games..." Ella began, turning on some cheesy salsa music on her iPod, "begin!" 

Team 1 went first, the skinny guy from Dustin's group. He bent back and went under with no trouble at all, but it was obvious that he wouldn't last much longer. He was straining his core too much. His body was visibly shaking. But if he was bad, then team 2, the middle aged woman with a muffin top around her waist, were awful. She barely made it through the first round. But you could see the nerves were getting to her. She didn't want to die over a game of limbo. 

Freya practically flew under the stick. Greg had some time at this point to actually appreciate how toned and well looked after she was, bearing in mind that everyone in Lockbox was naked. Greg couldn't help but watch her perfect breasts bounce as she stood got back upright. She had blonde, surfer hair that just tickled the tops of her perfectly pink nipples. 

Diana also gave a confident fly under the bar, and so the games continued through rounds 2 and 3. Diana and Freya were holding well against eachother, but the other woman was failing, and by round four it finally happened, when the limbo bar was waist height. 

"No!" She screamed as she fell backwards and hit the deck. She scrambled to her feet and tried I run away. 
"I'm sorry, Mrs, Peterson." Ella said with fake consideration. "But you are the first loser." 

It happened in a flash, just as Mrs. Peterson reached the edge of the desk, ready to jump and seal her own fate, on her own terms, Ella's hand flew down and swatted her like a fly. They all saw the blood seep out from underneath Ella's slender, but deadly fingers. Just like that, a woman's life had been snuffed out. Extinguished. 
"I never much liked her anyway." Ella said nonchalantly, as though she hadn't just murdered someone.  "She told me I was shit at math. Let the game continue!" She cheered. 

The skinny guy from Dustin's team was the next to fall, but thankfully this time he didn't have the instant death penalty awaiting him. Everyone was in shock, and walking on eggshells after seeing Mrs. Peterson snuffed out like that. 

Greg thought that the battle between Freya and Diana would be a long one, but shockingly in the next round Diana took the fall when the cocktail stick was just above knee height. Greg leapt up and cheered. 
"Yes!" He shouted as she grabbed Freya and lifted her up in joy. "Well done, Freya!" 

Diana looked up bitterly at the two of them from the floor. 
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have ourselves a winner! Well done Freya, you may have just earned your team's life!" Ella announced as she wrote up a series of scores on the board. 

Team 1:  1
Team 2: 0
Team 3: 3
Team 4: 2

As the hustle and bustle died down though, all the tinies couldn't help but remember Mrs. Peterson's crushed remains that were not even forty (tiny) feet away from them. A member of her team had been sick after seeing it. 

"Let's crack on with the second game!" Ella cheered, wiping Mrs. Peterson's blood off of her hand and then cleaning her remains off the desk. She threw the tissue in the trash. That's all Mrs. Peterson had become. Trash.