Immediately Ryan hid under the bed.
"Hey, I was thinking about what I did earlier, and I guess I didn't give you a very good impression. Ryan?" Amber said, realizing he wasn't in the cage.
She remained motionless for a few seconds. She was sure she had put it there.
"Ryan? Where are you?" She said worried.
He remained hidden, not moving, only being able to see her legs. Hearing her concerned voice made him feel guilty for a second, like he was abandoning a fragile and helpless creature, but then he reminded himself that she wasn't at all. She was a giant, a dangerous creature, and he was only thinking about his own safety. Surely she would have been fine without him, and he too, with a little luck, would have managed to survive as he always had. Meanwhile she searched the floor and under the furniture. Ryan almost got seen when Amber looked under the bed, but he managed to hide behind a bed leg.
He'd just wait for the right moment, when she'd get tired of looking, and he'd sneak off to the stairs. They weren't that high, so reaching downstairs wouldn't have been a problem. From there, one way or another, he'd be able to find a way out. Actually, Amber didn't spend much time looking.
After about ten minutes she just sat on the floor, leaning her back against the closet, and she started looking at the ceiling without saying anything. It didn't take long before she started crying. Ryan was gripped by a gripping sense of guilt, but at the same time he realized that she was distracted, and it was his chance to leave. The freedom was almost tangible, yet he didn't move, and stood looking at her. She was crying for him. Maybe she was crying because she cared about him, or maybe she was just crying because she lost a toy. Either way, she was feeling genuine sadness about something he had done. Ryan couldn't help but think she was cute even when she cried. He tried to shake these thoughts out of her head, he tried to remember that he was in danger with her, he tried to think back to what she had done a few hours earlier. It was paradoxical how such a massive being, a colossal being that would have been capable of killing with ease, now looked like nothing more than a crying girl.
Ryan decided to do something stupid. He decided to throw away any chance of escape to do what felt right.
"Amber." He said getting out from under the bed.
She turned slowly, still sobbing. Her expression didn't change, it remained a sad grimace.
"You had me worried." She said wiping away her tears. "Why were you down there?"
"I was scared about what you did to those two people." He said walking towards her.
"Yes... I knew I scared you. Now you hate me, don't you?" She asked.
"No, I don't hate you. I was just... scared. You went too far with them, and I thought you would have done that with me too at the first opportunity."
"I don't want you to be afraid of me. I'm not a bad person, and I don't want to hurt you. You're right: I overdid it, I lost control."
"Sorry if I tried to leave." Ryan said.
Amber, without saying anything, took him in her hand and leaned him against her chest, squeezing her arms. It was a kind of hug, although to Ryan it felt more like a choke.
"Okay, okay, I get it. Now you can let me go." He said.
"Oh sorry." She said.
She spread her legs and set Ryan down in front of her.
Amber was relieved that Ryan had changed his mind and decided to forgive her. Though she had recently bought him, he was so handsome that losing him would break her heart. She really felt sorry for those two tinies, but there was something about a tiny's disrespect for her that always made her lose control of her. She knew that tinies were people like her, her parents had always taught her that, and yet, she couldn't help but feel superior sometimes. Seeing Ryan, with his actor face, his wavy brown hair and his emerald green eyes, almost made her lose control. She wanted to kiss him, and at the same time hit him for trying to leave her, but she tried to control herself. Meanwhile he stood looking at her in front of her bare feet.
"Listen, why don't you give me a foot massage to make up? After all, I was walking all the time, you were just being held." She asked.
Ryan was surprised by the request, and, although he was reluctant, he wanted there to be no problems between him and Amber, so he agreed.
"Um...Okay." He said.
Her feet were sweaty and stank, but he carried on.
"Good boy." She said.
Ryan, looking up from her, saw her move a strand of blond hair and smile. There was something he didn't like at all about that smile. As he massaged both feet, she watched him. She loved his innocent expression, and the thought that he was hers and hers property sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. After about fifteen minutes, Amber's lips spoke these words:
"Now lick them."
"What?"
"Lick my feet." She repeated smiling.
Ryan looked at her for a second, then, without saying anything, he complied. He began to lick the sweat off the soles of Amber's feet. The taste of both sweet and salty at the same time disgusted him, yet he continued. Her warm soles moved slightly each time he swiped his tongue. Ryan felt humiliated, he felt submissive to Amber, yet he'd rather obey than risk disappointing or angering her. In a way, he'd been manipulated by guilt, though she probably didn't do it intentionally. Amber closed her eyes at how satisfied she felt. She felt a little sorry for Ryan, maybe he didn't like that, yet the pleasure she felt was enough to silence any doubts.
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