Gloria carried you back to her room after agreeing with your proposal.  You may have signed your death warrant but you just saved Sarah’s life.  The deal you struck up with Gloria was to let Sarah go, in exchange for being Gloria’s play thing for the rest of your life.  Condemned to a life of pure torturing pain and anguish just to let Sarah live her life free of this situation you both are stuck in.  Of course you could have lost the game she had planned for you and Sarah but you had a feeling there was a twist ending for the winner than just being set free. You couldn’t take the chance of something happening to Sarah.  So you struck a deal with the devil; figuratively speaking, or was it literal? 

Gloria skipped into her room as happy as can be, like she just won the lottery.  You were being shaken around in her fist by the momentum from her bouncing.  It didn’t hurt, just gave you a bad headache.  You were set down in the container near Sarah who looked like she was crying.

“Mike!” she ran to you as you caught her in your arms.  “I didn’t think you would make it.”

“Yeah that makes two of us.”

Then a look of pure horror came across her face, “Then we have to compete against each other?  NO I WONT DO IT!” she shouted to Gloria who was just grinning.

“No its ok I talked it over with her.”

Relief spread across her face, “Thank God.”

“Yeah I know what you mean.”  You didn’t tell her the details because you knew how she would react.  Gloria was giving you a couple of minutes before she returned Sarah back to normal. 

“Well I guess this is goodbye,” you say hugging Sarah as tightly as you can without hurting her.

Confused Sarah stepped back to look at you, “Mike, what are you talking about?”

Before anyone could react Gloria picked Sarah up.  “I’m sending you home.”  Gloria said.

“What about Mike?  He’s coming too.”

“We have a deal to work out,” she said with a wink toward you.  You couldn’t help but shudder at the atrocious things that are going to be committed to you.  “Now if you be so kind as to stop moving so I can send you on your way.” 

Gloria held her hand out to show at arm’s length, which allowed you to see Sarah leave. 

“Mike please don’t do-”

Gloria’s hand made a tight fist faster than you could blink, crushing anything or anyone in her palm.

You just stood there staring at the tight fist held out in front of you that held Sarah.  “No, No, NO, NO!!  What the FUCK!”

Gloria pulled her hand in and wiped it on her shorts, “Well she’s free now.  She’s gone to a better place.”

“That wasn’t the deal!!”  You couldn’t help but let your emotions out considering you just got another person killed, who was the only woman you ever loved.  You fell to your knees starting to weep for Sarah’s life.

“You didn’t say were you wanted to send her.  So I picked.  I think she might like it there.  I hear it’s a great place to live,” she let out an evil laugh as she walked out of the room.

“You… you bitch,” you said as you realize she was right.  You never specified where you wanted her to be returned too.  You assumed she would be put back home, but you were wrong.  You started to break down as now the whole situation came crashing down on you. 

You were now a play thing for an evil manipulating little girl, who tortures people just for kicks.   You got everyone killed that you cared for.  You even broke your promise to get Sarah out of here. 

You lay there for eternity, or what felt like it until Gloria came back into her room with a bowl of ice cream still laughing at you.  You were tuning out the world as she was taunting you.  She said something like: you should see your face and how much fun we are going to have.  All the while you were planning on killing yourself as soon as possible.  But there was one thing still burning deep in you that caught hold and didn’t let go.

It was the other promise you made Sarah, you wouldn’t kill yourself.  The only thing you could do to keep her memory there for the years to come and to redeem yourself.  You will survive, you will live on, you will find a way out, and you will make Gloria pay…

5 YEARS LATER

You woke up after having a dream; or rather it was a nightmare of your first few days with Gloria when she was a child.  Back then you had it easy.  You woke up to pure darkness surrounded by plastic.  You felt stuffy in the dark warm space.  You couldn’t see but you knew all too well where you were.  You were in a small plastic container in Gloria’s sock drawer.  The past five years have been the worst years of your life. 

You are now 21 and Gloria is 15.  You were a couple of inches tall due to the fact that Gloria is learning to control your size with new spells, magic, chemicals, or whatever she does to change your size.  This gave Gloria the pleasure of manipulating you; to give her the satisfaction of coming up with more games. 

You have survived more games and torturing situations than you can count, and you can count pretty high.  Each game gets harder and harder to live from.  Your arms are still sore from the last “game” Gloria played with you.  She called it “kick the Mike”.  She tied you to her shoe laces so you were hanging on by your hands as she ran around the neighborhood in the morning.  This way she has fun and practices for track and cross country running.  You were repeatedly kicked by her shoe as she ran a couple of miles. 

Right now she is taking a shower and will come back for you any second now.  You dreaded that and so did your room mate Chuck.  He hasn’t survived as long as you have in fact this would be day three for him since he got shrunk to your size along with a couple of his buddies.  They were running around the neighborhood just passing by when they meet Gloria on her morning jog.  Next thing they know they are in a small bag Gloria keeps tied to her hips. 

Chuck was still shaken up like how some of your football team was when they first shrank.  It brought back memories.  You quickly banish those thoughts before you recall her back into your thoughts.  You barely think about her anymore to keep yourself strong.  The only time you do is when you are asleep or on the verge of death.

Your thoughts were quickly scattered when the drawer open with a jolt.  Chuck let out a girlish scream, which pretty much summed him up.  Above you was Gloria’s face, with that grin she always wore around you.  After your dream you compare the Gloria to her past self.  Where she used to be a little chubby cheeked, like an adorable child, was now gone.  She had smooth features on her face that brought out her eyes and lips.  She didn’t have a large chest like some girls in high school as you recall but she wasn’t close to being flat chested, somewhere around B or C ish cup.  You couldn’t see it but you know her body better than she does herself.  She had a flat stomach smooth without an ounce of fat but not taunt, and her butt is not firm but a little rounded.  Overall she is average height (you assume considering you can’t judge her size the best due to your own size.).  Her hair is still wet from the shower she took after her morning jog.  To sum her up she would be a hot high school chick if it weren’t for the fact that she is a mass murderer.

“I’m feeling a bit peckish right now so I think I might need some protein for breakfast.”  Gloria said while licking her lips after she said breakfast.  Chuck let out another screech which really just made you want to punch him out.  Gloria grabbed both of you and before you know it you were shrank down to your original size when you first meet her. 

She held both of you in her right hand as she pressed you both up to her stomach which let out a growl.  “Someone is hungry.”  She let out a loud laugh which may have woke her parents up, if they weren’t gone to work.  Her parents leave for work early and get back late.  They may sound like parents who don’t have time or care for their daughter but it is the completely opposite.  They lover her more than anything in the world and when they can they spend as much time with her as possible, which is usually a couple of hours a day.

Gloria walked into the kitchen and set both you and Chuck down on the counter top as she brought a pan out, set it on the stove and turned it on.  She then brought a carton of eggs out and eyed you with a smile.  You can recall a similar game that she played with you when she was twelve.  She dipped you chocolate and then threw you in her ice cream, along with a couple of chocolate people and dug in eating all but you and one other person who made it out alive.  That person didn’t survive the next game. 

You let out a laugh in your head as you found it humorous that you, a kid who didn’t make the football team and was consider a weak nerd, survived life threating games of a young kid.  You even beat the so called fit kids in your school.  How ironic.

She started to cook a couple eggs when she picked up Chuck and you and just dropped you in the eggs as they were cooking.  The heat was intense and it felt like a sauna which smelled of scrambled eggs.  You knew you best bet was to stay on top of the eggs to prevent direct contact with the pan.  Unfortunately Gloria flipped the eggs every once and a while to prevent burning the underside of the eggs.  You would dig through the eggs to the top as fast as you could which help prevent burns from the heat.  Chuck wasn’t so lucky.  Being his first game in his life he just stayed in on spot as the eggs were being flipped.  When he touched the pan directly he lot out an inhuman scream as you could smell burning flesh. 

Gloria chuckled at the sound of pain as her eggs finished.  She scoped up the eggs and put in on a dish and started to eat them as she walked to the table.  When she sat down half of the eggs were remain.  You waited for her to digging in again before making a more, something you learned two years ago.  The though brought back a memory of a man named Richard or Rick who you and another man were trapped in food similar to this situation.  Rick ran the moment he got the chance but Gloria saw it and pierced him with her fork with some pancakes and ate him like he was a blueberry.

Your timing was perfect the moment you heard the clank of the fork hitting the plate you dashed as fast as you could off the plate.  Chuck was nowhere to be found.  You, safely off the plate looked around for him.  There was only a little bit of egg left and Gloria scooped it up.  You saw Chuck, or what was left of him.  He was still alive but badly burnt.  His skin was blacken, brown, and deep red all over from the heat he had to endure.  His leg was caught in one of the spear like tips of the fork.  You couldn’t hear him over the noise Gloria was making as she ate but you could see his facile expression you knew all too well.

Her lips closed around the fork as she swallowed all the eggs and Chuck whole.  “Hmmmm I think I tasted bacon in that bite.”  She let out another laugh at the expense of Chuck’s life being slowly turned to food for the giantess pleasure. 

This was just another typical day for you.